Open Call, Guardians: Before the Wave
Jul 30, 2016 17:31:06 GMT -6
Bonnie Blue, Kyle Cameron, and 3 more like this
Post by The Polar Phantasm on Jul 30, 2016 17:31:06 GMT -6
Idea originally conceived in a text convo between Bonnie and myself shortly after we started working on The Call to Service; at that point we were thinking four or five stories, individual solo pieces set before UCI... she could clean up some continuity glitches (side effect of being Daughter of Time) and I could look back on Kid Phantasm through another set of eyes... or a lens (imsdb.com - Internet Movie Script Database. Absolute goldmine. Tell 'em Lucien Hicks sent you). At that point it would be like, me, Reb, Megs, 'Lex and Nate (Come home soon, Nathan von Liebert!)... now, though, we've worked with so many of you... well, we figured 'fuck it- let's just go whole 'fed.'
Hi, whole 'fed! My name's Brian, I'm head writer on the Guardians project- you may have heard us over there in Weird Kid Playland; sorry about the noise. Alex and I have weird sleep schedules and whenever Frank comes over shit tends to get ill *quickly* (ain't no party like an FPV party 'cause an FPV party don't stop... superkicking guests in the face for surprising him while he's trying to DJ). We started calling ourselves 'the weird kids' when we were in the Dub (land of make-believe from whence many of us came before this paradise of prose arose) 'cause that's kinda how we were made to feel, but once we 'owned it' it became kind of a credo. Yes, we're the weird kids. We totally know that we could probably belts or something, but we're kinda busy playing D&D; our bad. (quietly conceals prized UCI Tag Team Title beneath sweaty backpack) We totally can't help it; if you substitute the word 'homework' for the word 'belts' in the previous sentence, it all holds up... that's been us our whole lives. Even here, even now... we can't not 'space dragon'. We wake up and go to sleep believing that life is too weird and too short to not space dragon.
We totally understand how awkward this is for some of you, and for that we are... as the kids these days say, 'sorry not sorry'. On the one hand, I would apologize for making things weird for you... but on the other hand, I stopped apologizing for being weird a long, long time ago (and I'm not starting again now). If what our team does on a weekly basis isn't what floats your boat as far as e-fed roleplay writing goes, I can totally understand... we are some overly complex next-level motherfuckers and we have no reason to be trying to do any of the shit we're doing (which we're just doing because we can and because it's fun; as valid a motive as any, imho). We are taking something as straight-forward as professional wrestling and turning it into a full blown comic book universe because why the fuck not? I know there are a ton of answers to that question, though I implore you to save them for later; speaking in rhetorical and theoretical here in attempt to get to the point, which is something I struggle with anyway.
So yeah; we've opened the Playland doors for a number of y'all over the last few months (for Playland itself, I can - and should apologize) and fulfilled one of our dreams for the project... our weird little universe within universe has had many heads in its creation and many hands in its production. Now is our first chance at another dream of the Guardians project... the cross-fed 'event'!
......
Ok, for those of you that are still here- this is the idea. It's called Before the Wave, and it's pretty much that- you do your promo, same as ever, except it's mostly/entirely set before UCI. Some of us are the same characters we were in another 'fed before May '16- that said, even some of those people aren't the same people they were, dig? Some of us are completely new characters. Some of us are reimaginings... reboots... complete rebuilds of previously used characters. Everyone's got a backstory; maybe you have a shitload of story to tell and just need a soapbox, maybe you've got a seed planted and you need to water that bitch. Hell, maybe you've got a mishmash of conflicting stories that don't make sense no matter how you cut them together- that shit would win you a Sundance award *right the fuck now* if it were a movie! Whatever the case, we ALL have a story to tell...
...and in honor of Dale's tournament next week, we felt it would be the perfect time to forego doing our usual group narrative and going 'flashback promo'. So that's what we're gonna do... me, Gable (well, Preecha), 'Lex, Bonnie... hoping our homeboy Frank's gonna do that thing we were talking about, hoping Sanch blows the spot up bigtime ('cause y'all know homeboy can pretty much do that on cue).
We're hoping some of you are into it, too. If you're down to participate in Before the Wave, just give us a holler... I mean, honestly you don't have to tell us shit, but it'd be cool to know who all is doing a BtW piece so I can plug that shit. And of course, you know, like... do your usual promo stuff in there- narrative during a dream sequence, narrative between flashbacks/shorts, entire memories about opponent (real, false... either way is gold); you really can't lose, dig? Well, I mean, statistically half of us will lose... but who cares? That counts as math, and I think we can all agree that fuck a math.
On behalf of the other weird kids... come play with us. All we're gonna do is tell stories, right? That's what you were gonna do anyway. Come on, it'll be fun. You won't catch anything, swear*.
(* - 'Guardians Fever' has no known cure. It is caused by looking directly at Gable, thinking about the Polar Phantasm, smelling Alex Richards or drawing a stick figure of Bonnie Blue. A mutated strain of the virus may be the reason why Jay Omega has secretly disappeared; more on that story at 10. Back to you, Tom.)
Sincerely,
Brian Bonhagen
Head Writer, 'The Guardians'
...and the Polar Phantasm.
Hi, whole 'fed! My name's Brian, I'm head writer on the Guardians project- you may have heard us over there in Weird Kid Playland; sorry about the noise. Alex and I have weird sleep schedules and whenever Frank comes over shit tends to get ill *quickly* (ain't no party like an FPV party 'cause an FPV party don't stop... superkicking guests in the face for surprising him while he's trying to DJ). We started calling ourselves 'the weird kids' when we were in the Dub (land of make-believe from whence many of us came before this paradise of prose arose) 'cause that's kinda how we were made to feel, but once we 'owned it' it became kind of a credo. Yes, we're the weird kids. We totally know that we could probably belts or something, but we're kinda busy playing D&D; our bad. (quietly conceals prized UCI Tag Team Title beneath sweaty backpack) We totally can't help it; if you substitute the word 'homework' for the word 'belts' in the previous sentence, it all holds up... that's been us our whole lives. Even here, even now... we can't not 'space dragon'. We wake up and go to sleep believing that life is too weird and too short to not space dragon.
We totally understand how awkward this is for some of you, and for that we are... as the kids these days say, 'sorry not sorry'. On the one hand, I would apologize for making things weird for you... but on the other hand, I stopped apologizing for being weird a long, long time ago (and I'm not starting again now). If what our team does on a weekly basis isn't what floats your boat as far as e-fed roleplay writing goes, I can totally understand... we are some overly complex next-level motherfuckers and we have no reason to be trying to do any of the shit we're doing (which we're just doing because we can and because it's fun; as valid a motive as any, imho). We are taking something as straight-forward as professional wrestling and turning it into a full blown comic book universe because why the fuck not? I know there are a ton of answers to that question, though I implore you to save them for later; speaking in rhetorical and theoretical here in attempt to get to the point, which is something I struggle with anyway.
So yeah; we've opened the Playland doors for a number of y'all over the last few months (for Playland itself, I can - and should apologize) and fulfilled one of our dreams for the project... our weird little universe within universe has had many heads in its creation and many hands in its production. Now is our first chance at another dream of the Guardians project... the cross-fed 'event'!
......
Ok, for those of you that are still here- this is the idea. It's called Before the Wave, and it's pretty much that- you do your promo, same as ever, except it's mostly/entirely set before UCI. Some of us are the same characters we were in another 'fed before May '16- that said, even some of those people aren't the same people they were, dig? Some of us are completely new characters. Some of us are reimaginings... reboots... complete rebuilds of previously used characters. Everyone's got a backstory; maybe you have a shitload of story to tell and just need a soapbox, maybe you've got a seed planted and you need to water that bitch. Hell, maybe you've got a mishmash of conflicting stories that don't make sense no matter how you cut them together- that shit would win you a Sundance award *right the fuck now* if it were a movie! Whatever the case, we ALL have a story to tell...
...and in honor of Dale's tournament next week, we felt it would be the perfect time to forego doing our usual group narrative and going 'flashback promo'. So that's what we're gonna do... me, Gable (well, Preecha), 'Lex, Bonnie... hoping our homeboy Frank's gonna do that thing we were talking about, hoping Sanch blows the spot up bigtime ('cause y'all know homeboy can pretty much do that on cue).
We're hoping some of you are into it, too. If you're down to participate in Before the Wave, just give us a holler... I mean, honestly you don't have to tell us shit, but it'd be cool to know who all is doing a BtW piece so I can plug that shit.
And of course, you know, like... do your usual promo stuff in there- narrative during a dream sequence, narrative between flashbacks/shorts, entire memories about opponent (real, false... either way is gold); you really can't lose, dig? Well, I mean, statistically half of us will lose... but who cares? That counts as math, and I think we can all agree that fuck a math.On behalf of the other weird kids... come play with us. All we're gonna do is tell stories, right? That's what you were gonna do anyway. Come on, it'll be fun. You won't catch anything, swear*.
(* - 'Guardians Fever' has no known cure. It is caused by looking directly at Gable, thinking about the Polar Phantasm, smelling Alex Richards or drawing a stick figure of Bonnie Blue. A mutated strain of the virus may be the reason why Jay Omega has secretly disappeared; more on that story at 10. Back to you, Tom.)
Sincerely,
Brian Bonhagen
Head Writer, 'The Guardians'
...and the Polar Phantasm.
