As the year is drawing to a close (yea, clique start of new year's reflection post), I decided to add a new tradition that I hope to continue along with cooking people's favorite food to eat in the first minute of the new year as well as picking and playing a mood-setting song, I'm going to post up the works I've been doing this past year to show my progress, whether they were ever published/exposed or not. First up is the uncompleted script for Episode 1 of a Bioshock radioplay that I was working on for the past year. I'll complete this in the next year but I want to post up the version that I won't be able to use. I'm rewriting the first episode and the cold opening because the version I submitted to a group, I realized too late is run by someone who’s a plagerizing weasel. After some exhausting drama, I decided to walk out, send my original writing to the post for time-stamping, revise what I sent which is this script, some cold openings, and character names (luckily I didn't submit the outline of the story so I can still use it), and post my work for everyone to see.
I’ll explain in a different post (maybe tomorrow) about what happened.
Alan – Logdate November 12th, 1983. Alan Greensburg speaking on behalf of this expedition and survey. My employer Thomas Stein of the Stein Real Estate commissioned and sponsored this mission, and as of last minute, requests to lead and observe the survey. I would like to take a moment to thank Captain Lotman and Fleet 109 of the United States Navy for escorting our team through this mission.
Thomas – It was not last minute.
Alan – Mr. Stein, I'm making a log entry.
Thomas – I know. I just want you to get it right.
Alan - ~sigh~ Thomas Stein planned to lead the expedition the whole time.
Thomas – Thank you.
Alan - ~mumbling~ Apparently in secret. ~louder~ Our team comprise of myself who will oversee this project.
Thomas – That's Mr. Stein to y-Smartass don't sign the paychecks.
Alan – Of course not sir. I work as assistant to Mr. Stein and...I suppose I do a bit of everything. Anyway, we have Dr. Elliot Iglesias, an oceanographer from the University of Maryland. Debra Henderson, the leading architect of the Stein Real Estate Company. Luitenent General Harold Ermey, our mechanic engineer from out sister location down in Arizona, and our public relations manager Veronica Felt who insisted that a public documentation of out expedition is good PR and Mr. Stein agrees.
Thomas – That isn't what her script says.
Alan – Log Entries aren't scripted, sir.
Thomas – Well they should. Would make this audio thing more exciting.
Alan – Alan Greensburg, signing off.
Alan – Logdate November 12th, 1983 time: 1100 hours. Currently in the engineer room with Lieutenant General Harold Ermey, our chief mechanical engineer.
Harold – Don't be shoving your devices in my face while I'm working. Don't you have stuff to do?
Alan – I'm doing the logdates for the survey and giving brief introductions to key associates. Sir, tell me a bit about yourself. What did you do for a living?
Harold – You know what I do.
Alan – I mean, in the recorder.
Harold – Not much to tell. I was working down in Arizona and now I'm here.
Alan – You were also an Navy Veteran from Vietnam, which I'd like to add, thank you for your service.
Harold – A better thank you would've been a better exit package. Though based on your stance and the way your walk, you would think that too.
Alan – Umm anyways, what do you think we'll find down there?
Harold – My best guess would be a thermal or nuclear powerplant, possibly the former due to it being underwater but you can't be too sure. Depending on the size of the structure and when it was built, this building might need to be stripped, reorganized, and rewired. Could also be an expensive goosechase.
Alan – Thank you sir.
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Alan – Steady speed, making good timing. Let me know when the sonar picks up anything.
Alan – Is the Captain with the navigator?
Crew – No sir. With your employer.
Alan – Oh boy...Mr. Curtis, hold the fort until I or the Captain gets back.
~Sound: walking on metal floor~
Thomas - ~in the distance with a bit of echo* How much farther is it anyway?!
Captain – If yer be waitin' a moment without swaukin' ev'ry few minutes, I'd find out sooner.
Thomas – What do I pay you for?
Alan – Mr. Stein, all this yelling will attract sharks.
Thomas – Al, I'm not some superstitious puss. They can't hear us from in here.....can they?
Alan – Best person to ask is in the mess hall, Mr. Stein.
Thomas – See what you can do about getting an ETA on the arrival. ~sounds of footsteps~
Captain – Alan, why do you deal with his crap? You never even take lip from subordinates.
Alan – That's behind me now, Captain. For now, I'm just happy to be employed.
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Elliot – Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Thomas – Enough, Ms. Iglesias, we may have been college friends but this is still a business trip.
Elliot – Are we trying to impress the fishes? I thought I'd come to tell you a bit of research I found now that we have time.
Elliot – Most of what I have comprise of news clippings and records of “bathesphere” travel. There was a transcript of the congressional hearing with one Andrew Ryan but that along with any rough drafts of the schematics were seized as government property and inaccessible to the public.
Thomas – Like some big cover-up? Next, you'll tell me they bug the submarine.
Elliot – I tell you only what I found, Tom.
Thomas – Which isn't much Elly.
Elliot – The “bathesphere records, whatever a bathesphere is, indicated that all, and I mean ALL, travel completely stopped sometime in the winter of '59. There's a note of 'lost communication' and 'orders to shut down operations'.
~echoing sounds of dripping and walking on the floor*
?-This place is massive...
Dee - I see corrosive damage, water damage, there's most likely leaks and flooded areas, we might need a pump. Lots of barnacles.
?- “Ryan doesn't own us.” “Let Us Rise”
?- Look up there. Pod transports canceled across the board.
?- Something's up. I don't like this.
Veronica- A story is in this room. People are kept from leaving the city. This is good PR when we rebuild.
?- We're talking about forty-ish years of damage and neglect. Surprised that there's even lights on.
Harold – Thermal. Nuclear would've leaked by now.
?- Whoever said it didn't?
Crew – Sir, one of the entries is flooded.
Thomas – Then find another way around?
Alan – Survey the area. See about where we can pump the water out.
Thomas – Al, that'll take too long. We're on a tight schedule here.
Alan – Haste make waste, sir. Also, we have two groups in different directions already looking for alternative routes.
Alan – And there we go. What did you find, Miss Henderson?
Dee - Good news and bad news.
Dee – Good news: There 's a way around, through the maintenance area and we found a directory. The engine room is in Hephaestus or the southern part of the city. a long ways from here.
Harold – Do you not smell it? The stench of morbid decay. A vile taste in the air like a battlefield...or a morgue.
Dee – He means there are lots of dead bodies around. The crew are getting spooked.
~eerie sounds like a wail/moaning~
Splicer - ~singing~ Never know how much I love you.
Splicer – Never know how much I care.
? - I thought this city was abandoned.
? - Could be just the crew dicking around.
? - ~screaming and gargling sound~
Splicer – When I put my arms around you.
? - Oh gawd, what the hell is that?
? - Here's comes someone. Hey, what's happening?
Crew - A woman...she fell from the ceiling. Hooks for hands.
? - Seriously, stop it. This isn't funny anymore.
? - Sir, he's covered in blood.
Crew – Tim, Everett....my crew...sliced open.
Harold - He's going into shellshock.
Crew - It's her. Climbing the ceiling like a spider!
? - Anyone brought a gun?
? - We'll talk about gun lisenses later.
~faster tinking and louder~
Splicer – I get a fever that's so hard to bare.
? - ~tinking and then sound of landing on floor~
Veronica - Um hello? Where are you from?
? - She just killed some of the crew and you want to make chit-chat?
Splicer - ~groan~ Is it someone new?
Veronica – Um yes. We are from the surface. We're here to-
Splicer – The surface...Blue skies, smiling at me.
Harold – She's off her knocker(nutter)
Thomas – Mam, this building is now the property of Stein Real Estate, so if you would kindly piss off.
Alan – Where would she go? We're underwater.
Splicer – Kindly. Kindly killed Poseidon. Kindly left the city to cry, to bleed, to rot.
Dee – Yea, we're done here. Lady, if you'll come with me, we'll escort you to the proper authorities.
Splicer - ~slash sound and gargling sound~
Alan – Ms. Henderson! Shit!
? - ~gun fire then tinking sound~
? - She's back on the ceiling!
? - I got her. ~gun fire and then thud~
? - Got her. Son of a bitch.
? - It's gonna take hours, maybe days to get a new architect.
? - That is literally the least of our worries! Something, someoneS (emphasis on the 'S') is down here. People are dead!
? - Death does put a hamper on labor prospects, let alone development.
? - So it's one crazy person that somehow got stuck down here. Doesn't mean we stop the survey.
Harold – I say we call for more militant reenforcements. One thing I learned in 'Nam, there's never just one.
~on cue, multiple tinking sounds in the distance~
Various Crew – I'm gone. I quit. You're on your own.
Thomas – Come back here! You still have a job to do.
Various Crew – I ain't staying. You out of your goddamn mind. We're gone.
Thomas – No one gets paid if you leave
? - Back to the shuttle! ~running sounds and chase music~
Splicer – Why do you run? Why do they always run?
? - ~electrical sounds, like ripping of wire and metal scratching~
? - They're tearing up the shuttle!
? - ~gun fire and then click click~
? - I didn't expect an army of nightmarte to come raining down on us.
? - ~death sounds and running sounds~
? - Damage control is gonna be a nightmare when we get back.
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? - I can see that, why are they leaving?
? - This whole survey is a disaster.
? - Maybe they're afraid of our guns?
? - We have one gun. They have their own guns. Do the math.
? - ~groaning sound (Big Daddy) faint~
? - I say we get out of here.
? - Couldn't agree more. Come back with some legal authority.
? - What cop has juridiction in the middle of the Atlantic?
? - Don't care. Let's...what happened to the shuttle?
? - Damn hook-slashing hippies.
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? - ~silence except for dripping~
? - ~suddenly~ My daddy's smarter than Einstein, stronger than Hercules, and lights a fire with a snap of his finger.
? - Over there. It's some sort of vendor.
? - “Gather's Garden. Splice up the party room the new power made with trusted Adam formula.”
? - “Now available. Individual or packs of Eve.”
