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Our Country’s Last and Worst Hope
4 years ago
A journey ends
Comic/Animation idea:
EXT. WHITE HOUSE
INT. OVAL OFFICE
*distressed man in a suit bursts into the Oval Office. The president is staring out the window, obviously troubled, presumably by matters of state.*
G-Man — “Madame President! *pauses to catch breath* It’s worse than our estimates led us to believe.”
President — *sighs wearily* Then you know what we must do.”
G-man — “Ma’am?”
President — We have to wake her.
INT. SECRET UNDERGROUND CRYOGENIC FACILITY
*the President, the G-man, and a small cadre of scientists and high-ranking officials pass through a set of swinging double doors (like the kind of doors that lead into an operating room)*
*in the center of the laboratory is a mysterious 15-foot tall, irregularly-shaped, transparent blue crystal that is mysteriously very cold despite not being powered or connected to anything.
*Inside the crystal is a mummified figure that slightly resembles a frozen Austin Powers, but with equal parts preserved and decomposed flesh. The female figure trapped inside the crystal almost looks like a zombie—ribs are showing, an eye and ½ the mouth is gone, etc.*
President — (to scientist in charge) Do it…now.
*scientist wordlessly nods and flips a giant ‘Frankenstein’ power switch with all the strength he has in both arms. Once switched, the floor directly beneath the crystal begins to glow red hot. It sweats, then starts melting at an alarming rate. The room is engulfed and soon mired in steam, obscuring everyone’s view of the process at hand. The members of the cadre all look at each other with some fear in their eyes.*
*a shadow begins to emerge from the steam, suspense builds*
*it’s Nøva, immaculately dressed to the nines in clubwear and as tall as a Swede wearing heels 👗👠💃🏼.*
*there is no flesh missing, no dehydrated skin or exposed tissue...she simply looks..uh like she’s ready for a weekend of raves, clubs, drinks and drugs.*
*Everyone is very confused, but a little less afraid at least. Nova takes a slow scan of the room while carefully plucking the dried tears of sleep from the corners of her eyes without mussing up her eyeliner.*
*Nøva stretches upward and bends her neck side to side*
Nøva — I //definitely// had too much Ketamine
President — Ms. Buttz?
Nøva — Gesundheit.
President — (pissed off, turns and power walks to the exit alone) Put her back on ice!
*sotto voice* I immediately regret this decision.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE
INT. OVAL OFFICE
*distressed man in a suit bursts into the Oval Office. The president is staring out the window, obviously troubled, presumably by matters of state.*
G-Man — “Madame President! *pauses to catch breath* It’s worse than our estimates led us to believe.”
President — *sighs wearily* Then you know what we must do.”
G-man — “Ma’am?”
President — We have to wake her.
INT. SECRET UNDERGROUND CRYOGENIC FACILITY
*the President, the G-man, and a small cadre of scientists and high-ranking officials pass through a set of swinging double doors (like the kind of doors that lead into an operating room)*
*in the center of the laboratory is a mysterious 15-foot tall, irregularly-shaped, transparent blue crystal that is mysteriously very cold despite not being powered or connected to anything.
*Inside the crystal is a mummified figure that slightly resembles a frozen Austin Powers, but with equal parts preserved and decomposed flesh. The female figure trapped inside the crystal almost looks like a zombie—ribs are showing, an eye and ½ the mouth is gone, etc.*
President — (to scientist in charge) Do it…now.
*scientist wordlessly nods and flips a giant ‘Frankenstein’ power switch with all the strength he has in both arms. Once switched, the floor directly beneath the crystal begins to glow red hot. It sweats, then starts melting at an alarming rate. The room is engulfed and soon mired in steam, obscuring everyone’s view of the process at hand. The members of the cadre all look at each other with some fear in their eyes.*
*a shadow begins to emerge from the steam, suspense builds*
*it’s Nøva, immaculately dressed to the nines in clubwear and as tall as a Swede wearing heels 👗👠💃🏼.*
*there is no flesh missing, no dehydrated skin or exposed tissue...she simply looks..uh like she’s ready for a weekend of raves, clubs, drinks and drugs.*
*Everyone is very confused, but a little less afraid at least. Nova takes a slow scan of the room while carefully plucking the dried tears of sleep from the corners of her eyes without mussing up her eyeliner.*
*Nøva stretches upward and bends her neck side to side*
Nøva — I //definitely// had too much Ketamine
President — Ms. Buttz?
Nøva — Gesundheit.
President — (pissed off, turns and power walks to the exit alone) Put her back on ice!
*sotto voice* I immediately regret this decision.
