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Setting: Abandoned Office, the Time Machine is whirring away on a table in a "just about working" sort of way, with various Heath Robinson style attachments and components, and a chair is empty, positioned by a camera and screen connected to the Time Machine. Captain is meandering around the room aimlessly picking up objects and playing with them before moving on. Sniper is leaning against the wall peering lazily out the window. Engineer is fiddling incessantly with the Time Machine and muttering to himself. Every now and then smoke puffs out of the Time Machine.
Captain suddenly turns to face Engineer.
Capt.: This failure is a major setback. I have half a mind to thrash you on the spot.
Eng.: Just a few moments, Captain.
Capt.: Be quick about it, this precious contact with another civilisation requires the greatest concentration and eloquence, I cannot work under these conditions.
Snip.: (aside, to himself) You're telling me. . .
Engineer looks over, then back to his work.
Capt.: (to Sniper) Silence! (to Engineer) What exactly is it that demands such time-consuming nonsense?
Eng.: My invention is built from the most basic building blocks, things we found littering the area. Sometimes they break. . .
Engineer notices Captain is meddling with some vital piece of the Time Machine. He snatches it back.
Eng.: And sometimes other unfortunate accidents occur.
Sniper shuffles over and sits in front of the screen.
Snip.: So what does it do?
Eng.: I designed it so that we could send messages backwards and forwards in time. The user records a message, and messages relayed back show on the screen.
Snip.: Do you know of other people that have these devices then?
Eng.: Well. . . no but with any luck we may be able to connect to our own civilisation before the End Of The World. They had a similar thing called The Internets.
Capt.: Yes, I remember those!
Snip.: So you could really send messages through time with these Internets?
Eng.: Erm. . . yes, of course you could. . . which is why this will work! Ah, here, I've managed to contact the year 2010!
The Time Machine buzzes and the screen turns on, showing a black MS-DOS style screen.
Capt.: It's about time. (to Sniper) Move over, or be thrashed.
Sniper scurries away, Captain sits down and Sniper peers over Captain's shoulder.
Eng.: Maybe while you're talking to them you can get them to help us.
Capt.: What do you mean help us?
Eng.: If we can stop the End Of The World we can save billions of people, Captain and we'd have a better quality of life. Wouldn't you want that?
Capt.: . . . (clearly knowing something the Engineer doesn't)
Eng.: At least warn them of what's coming. . . ?
Capt.: I will mention it briefly.
Eng.: Rolling.
Cut to camera's POV with Captain speaking into it.
Capt.: Hello under-evolved primate people of the past! I am Captain! Bow down before me! Carve statues in my image and create cavern paintings of my glorious self!
Eng.: (off screen) We're not broadcasting that far back. The world of 2010 was a highly evolved Utopian technocracy, a capitalist paradise of single use goods and services.
Capt.: (looks over) Fine. </em>(turns back)</em> Greetings, early Humans. I am the Captain, and I am speaking to you from the distant future. I shall try to keep this message as concise as possible. We are living in the ruined landscape of post-apocalyptic Earth (glances over at Engineer off-screen then back) which has rendered most of our technology useless. Thankfully we can relay details of our dema. . . activities from these headquarters to you using a special invention created by one of my officers. If you receive this message please tell everyone you know about us and get them to raise ONE MILLION DOLLARS to help you reach everyone in the world.
Snip.: (from behind) That's a lot of money.
Capt.: (turning back) Well what do you suggest?
Snip.: What about x thousand. That should be fine.
Capt.: I see. (faces forward again) get them to raise X THOUSAND DOLLARS to help you reach everyone in the world. Have a telethon or something. Then build a Time Machine and send us slaves.
A click, a buzz, and cut to black. The following lines are heard over black.
Capt.: What happened?
Eng.: Battery died.
Capt.: (tips chair over, causes commotion) I THRASH YOU!
End.
Time Travel Is Possible. True Facts
Setting: Abandoned Office, the Time Machine is whirring away on a table in a "just about working" sort of way, with various Heath Robinson style attachments and components, and a chair is empty, positioned by a camera and screen connected to the Time Machine. Captain is meandering around the room aimlessly picking up objects and playing with them before moving on. Sniper is leaning against the wall peering lazily out the window. Engineer is fiddling incessantly with the Time Machine and muttering to himself. Every now and then smoke puffs out of the Time Machine.
Captain suddenly turns to face Engineer.
Capt.: This failure is a major setback. I have half a mind to thrash you on the spot.
Eng.: Just a few moments, Captain.
Capt.: Be quick about it, this precious contact with another civilisation requires the greatest concentration and eloquence, I cannot work under these conditions.
Snip.: (aside, to himself) You're telling me. . .
Engineer looks over, then back to his work.
Capt.: (to Sniper) Silence! (to Engineer) What exactly is it that demands such time-consuming nonsense?
Eng.: My invention is built from the most basic building blocks, things we found littering the area. Sometimes they break. . .
Engineer notices Captain is meddling with some vital piece of the Time Machine. He snatches it back.
Eng.: And sometimes other unfortunate accidents occur.
Sniper shuffles over and sits in front of the screen.
Snip.: So what does it do?
Eng.: I designed it so that we could send messages backwards and forwards in time. The user records a message, and messages relayed back show on the screen.
Snip.: Do you know of other people that have these devices then?
Eng.: Well. . . no but with any luck we may be able to connect to our own civilisation before the End Of The World. They had a similar thing called The Internets.
Capt.: Yes, I remember those!
Snip.: So you could really send messages through time with these Internets?
Eng.: Erm. . . yes, of course you could. . . which is why this will work! Ah, here, I've managed to contact the year 2010!
The Time Machine buzzes and the screen turns on, showing a black MS-DOS style screen.
Capt.: It's about time. (to Sniper) Move over, or be thrashed.
Sniper scurries away, Captain sits down and Sniper peers over Captain's shoulder.
Eng.: Maybe while you're talking to them you can get them to help us.
Capt.: What do you mean help us?
Eng.: If we can stop the End Of The World we can save billions of people, Captain and we'd have a better quality of life. Wouldn't you want that?
Capt.: . . . (clearly knowing something the Engineer doesn't)
Eng.: At least warn them of what's coming. . . ?
Capt.: I will mention it briefly.
Eng.: Rolling.
Cut to camera's POV with Captain speaking into it.
Capt.: Hello under-evolved primate people of the past! I am Captain! Bow down before me! Carve statues in my image and create cavern paintings of my glorious self!
Eng.: (off screen) We're not broadcasting that far back. The world of 2010 was a highly evolved Utopian technocracy, a capitalist paradise of single use goods and services.
Capt.: (looks over) Fine. </em>(turns back)</em> Greetings, early Humans. I am the Captain, and I am speaking to you from the distant future. I shall try to keep this message as concise as possible. We are living in the ruined landscape of post-apocalyptic Earth (glances over at Engineer off-screen then back) which has rendered most of our technology useless. Thankfully we can relay details of our dema. . . activities from these headquarters to you using a special invention created by one of my officers. If you receive this message please tell everyone you know about us and get them to raise ONE MILLION DOLLARS to help you reach everyone in the world.
Snip.: (from behind) That's a lot of money.
Capt.: (turning back) Well what do you suggest?
Snip.: What about x thousand. That should be fine.
Capt.: I see. (faces forward again) get them to raise X THOUSAND DOLLARS to help you reach everyone in the world. Have a telethon or something. Then build a Time Machine and send us slaves.
A click, a buzz, and cut to black. The following lines are heard over black.
Capt.: What happened?
Eng.: Battery died.
Capt.: (tips chair over, causes commotion) I THRASH YOU!
End.
An idea I had for a promotional video to be used on Kickstarters and YouTube. It is a creative way of getting the point across that we need lots of money to complete the series, while also showing the quality of the work we will produce and showing off the characters themselves.
Some lines are lifted directly from here: [link]
RA is created by =alexiuss
Some lines are lifted directly from here: [link]
RA is created by =alexiuss
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how long dou you expect this to be? i personally think its kinda large for as promo... and didnt know it had to explicitely ask for money.. id go more for a create-interest approach
humble opinion..
BTW im really digging your way-to-say-stuff-or-whatever-its-called. it really fits the characters
humble opinion..
BTW im really digging your way-to-say-stuff-or-whatever-its-called. it really fits the characters