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Discussion in 'Role Playing Resource' started by Sinrebirth, May 18, 2008.
Found myself imitating Gollum as I read my lines. Fabulous.
What the heck goes through your mind, 'Hammer. Great to see NabooPrincess and Pash mentioned too, as well as the others
Spoilers: Trieste is going to wind up wrestling Sith-I-5 inside an active volcano. You heard it here first.
And now, just because I can't wait for June...
The Mod of Steel
(Moving piano music. Fade up. Imperial_Hammer gazes around in sadness as explosions and gunfire wrack the JCC. Cut to a shot of his mount flying towards the mountains.)
Fade up. Imperial_Hammer holds a small baby in his arms.
Imperial_Hammer: Goodbye, my son. Our hopes and dreams go with you.
A vessel marked with a 'P' rotates to launch position.
Ktala (offscreen): He'll be an outcast. They'll kill him.
Imperial_Hammer: (with heartbreaking pride and sadness) How? He'll be a god to them.
A shot of the Moon, and the Earth, and the RPF - as a small, falling star streaks toward it. Piano music begins to introduce a soft drumbeat to it.
Imperial_Hammer: What if a user aspired to more than the role the JCC had assigned to him? What if a user aspired to something better?
A doomed RPG on an icy road, plunging into lock. Screaming users and GMs inside it, drowning. Suddenly, it lifts! Out of lockdown! Poor grammar drains from it. A random n00b looks out the door ... and sees a young, adolescent boy, scared of himself, discovered, unlocking the thread.
s65horsey: My son was IN the THREAD! He SAW what Peng did!
Cut to a dark barn. The boy stands next to a tall, older man. The boy pulls a sheet off a large object in the barn, revealing the space vessel of earlier in the trailer.
Ramza: You're the answer. You're the answer to "Are the boards.theforce.net capable of better things than the JCC."
Peng: (tearing up): Can't I just ... keep pretending I'm your son?
Ramza: (grabs hold of Peng, hugs him, voice breaking) You are my son...!
(A montage of images: Peng, hitchhiking north; working in a band; on an oil rig; on a fishing boat.)
Ramza: But I have to believe you were put on this forum for a reason. And even if it takes you the rest of your life, you owe it to yourself to find out what that reason is.
(More montages: Peng, barechested and lookin DAAAAAMN fine while he does, editing posts, posting in the Game Group)
Rilwen_Shadowflame: How do you find someone who has spent his whole registration period editing his own posts? To some, he was a guardian angel; to others, a sock who never quite fit in.
(Peng, sitting on a back doorstep, contemplating a small block of metal, engraved with a 'P'. Then more images: going north, flashlights in an icy RPR cavern - a copy of Hammer's Market Metaphor rotating into view. The music swells louder.
Imperial_Hammer (voiceover): You will give the people of RPF an ideal to aspire to. They will stumble; and they will fall.
(A silhouetted figure, tall, muscular, clean-shaven, walks slowly out of the RPR. A stylised letter -- difficult to see in silhouette -- is emblazoned on his chest.
(A cape drifts around his shoulders as he walks into the sun. Peng closes his eyes.)
Imperial_Hammer: But eventually, they will join you in the sun. In time ... you will help them ... accomplish ...
--Penguinator crouches. His fists form. Cracks in the earth appear. Pebbles vibrate--
Imperial_Hammer: ... wonders.
--Penguinator launches himself skyward. The music goes crazy. The sound barrier breaks, as does the awesomeness threshold. Shots of Penguinator circumnavigating the Earth. Then: a spaceship, landing! A shot of a fearsome-looking man in metallic armour:
DarkLordoftheFins: You think your son is SAFE? I ! WILL! FIND! HIM!
A series of shots, too fast to follow: Penguinator holding up the RPF on his own; penetrating into deep JCC territory; smashing troll threads; banning users. Protecting users, getting shot at by Fanfic artillery. A shot of Peng in handcuffs, being led to the Mod Squad.
Penguinator: My father believed that if the boards found out who I really was, it'd ban me. He was convinced the RPF wasn't ready. What do you think?
Suddenly, a small interrogation room with a mirror. Rilwen sits opposite Penguinator.
Rilwen: What's the 'P' stand for?
Penguinator: It's not a P. On my world it means hope.
(In a room on the other side of the mirror, Skywalker T-65 and Saintheart look at each other quizzically.)
Rilwen: Well, here it's .. a P. Maybe ... it's Priv--
(A blast of static washes out the rest of her words. Penguinator peers at something offscreen, and gets up from his chair.
Penguinator: Excuse me.
(Flash cut to Penguinator smashing JCC goons out of the sky while flying, as the drums roll.)
Hey, I'm Pa Kent! Ne- Ack!
Seriously though, I did a count once of continuities where Pa Kent lives. The answer is one.
For the sake of the noobs, we hope this is the one
Ramza Edit: Posts in this thread should be fics or should pertain to the content of the posted fics.