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13 the REPEAT – Script and Artwork

Hello, and without further ado here’s is the script and art for the chapter 13 the REPEAT! One day after the video! wow now thats fast, let me know what you think 🙂

Ben 🙂

Chapter 13 – the REPEAT

Out of the ualist fog that creeps over the moonlight. The light burns best on these hot summer nights. The sky runs thick with stifled colour. The dreamer is still dreaming. The dreamer is still dreaming.

I find a box to put my note, my log in. My explanation about the nature of exsistance and the two worlds, then he will hopefully realise why I need his help to balance them. I wrote on the side of the box the terminal address so he doesn’t have to take my word for it, and if I missed anything. My paranoia was catching up on me.

I went back to square one, for the meeting, to explain things, to give him the box. He took it all pretty well considering, I gave him the box, and I told him to sleep on it I didn’t need an decision straight away, but he did past out, I don’t blame him.

After that meeting I realised how blind I’d been, its all happening over again, but this time the student had became the teacher. He was to be my demise, he isn’t going to help me, he is going to kill me because he thinks I’m the unstablising element, I couldn’t let this happen, otherwise there would be no one left to do it, I’ve done it once, I can do it again.

What is your substance?, where art thou are you made? That millions of strange shadows on you tend. Since everyone have one shade, and you but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counter feed is poorly imitated after you. On Helens cheek, all art of beauty set, and you ingratiation tires are painted new. Speak of the spring and foyson of the year, the one does shadow of your beauty show. The other as your beauty of appear, and you in every blessed shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, but you like none, none yield for constant heart.

As I point the gun, the meaning of my life crystallizes, this was not his time. I realise this now, and as it sinks in, so does a quiet calm, a peace of mind, a peace that I have not known for a long time, I rested in that peace. I purposely miss, there’s a bigger picture and now I see it.

 

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12 the HELP – Script and Artwork

Hello again 🙂

Its been a while i know for the scripting and artwork for chapter 12, but without further ado, here it is 🙂

Let me know what you think, comments always welcome. Also on another note ive been pondering the idea of making this animation / series available to buy, if your interested let me know if not, i wont bother lol 🙂 im thinking of doing a small package with the artwork and 2 small size dvd’s in.

Thanks

Ben 🙂

 

Chapter 12 – the HELP

I am the king of the world, I’m a bad man, I shook up the world, I shook up the world.

That’s my journey up to this point, I’ve written it down, logged all the facts about the worlds, it was my lead up to my current demise. I did this to explain myself, to alleviate my own guilt, hopefully to try and stop it happening to anyone else. So, no good deed goes unpunished, Now I’m the only one left to balance the shells, the dots, the blame fell directly on me. My actions were based on assumptions, that turned out to be wrong. I couldn’t monitor this, I didn’t know how he did it, everyone’s lives, every action all recorded on both worlds to monitor and maintain the balance. I couldn’t trust myself to do this right, but only I was entrusted to do it. I needed help, I needed to help myself. The only one that I could trust to help me, is the other man. He would now be separated from the balance like me. So I got my log that I wrote about the worlds, my note to change things, and I tore the corner off. I wrote ‘who do you trust’ so he knew it was me, and I set up a meeting. I was angry and in denial, with a load of pain, frustration and inadequacy thrown in for good measure. The age old question, “why me?”

Existing in a place accessible to both worlds has its advantages, I passed into his reality, knocked on his door and delivered the note. Well, misery loves company.

 

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