Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Omega Red - Super Fun Hentai Hour - Maxy Barnard

Omega Red has tentacles. And I'm sorry.

Okay, okay, this was originally the sort of concept that I've applied heartily to my Thunderbolts script (back-dating allows me such crazed hindsight in what should have been an on-deadline script), albeit with a bit more of a "oh ho ho, isn't tentacle porn WACKY!" angle to it all. But when the Thunderbolts script came together I realised I much preferred taking an animation approach to those characters than this frankly awful pile of carbonadium.

So, what we have instead is a more straight-forward encounter between Armour (bugger the american spelling) and Omega Red, with an awareness and snark towards the obvious connotations. Would have been Psylocke, but... well, I'm not cruel enough to torture her further, as it were.

Come to think of it, this is only the second proper battle script I've done, the previous being a much-hated (by myself, natch) Artifacts script. Hopefully this one goes somewhat better. At the least it's certainly more thought ou-OH GOD GET ON WITH IT!


--------------------------------

#.1
We open the page on ARMOUR, encased in her standard-sized energy/armour stuff (do we have an official name for that stuff? But I digress.) throwing a punch towards OMEGA RED's face, which has just moved to the side fast enough to avoid the attack. OMEGA RED is grimacing and sweating slightly.

ARMOUR: HYAA!

OMEGA RED: ERK!


#.2
OMEGA RED flexes his body into a wide-legged crouching stance, roaring out at the world, piercing his carbonadium coils straight through ARMOUR's... armour, and knocking her off her feet.

OMEGA RED: ENOUGH OF THIS!

SFX(coils piercing armour): FzzZACK!


#.3
The coils are now wrapping round ARMOUR in a most unpleasant way; one winding round one of her thighs, and the other round her chest. Think provocative, but whilst also trying to make the reader feel super uncomfortable for looking at the panel. The sick bastards. And of course, ARMOUR's power is now inactive as she begins to squirm fruitlessly against her bondage. Oh god, what am I doing with my life?

SFX(coils squirming): *squirm*

ARMOUR: Oh.. c'mon!


#.4
The coils are now fully constricted around ARMOUR. The end of the tentacle wrapped round her chest is now suspiciously close to her mouth, and as such she is turning her head as far away from the phallic object as possible, staring at it with disgust in her eyes... and face. The other tentacle (oh god I can't believe I'm writing this next line) is constricted around both her legs, pinning them together, with the end of it pointed dangerously close to her... area. (OH GOD). OMEGA RED himself is looking up at his captive, grinning in the sort of way only a truly sick person could smile. Like the reader, if we're honest.

ARMOUR: So... gross... and cliché!

OMEGA RED: ghyghyghy!

(yeah that's how you'd translate russian laughter, it seems. True story)


#.5
Close-up on Omega Red as he stares upwards, licking his lips with a perverse smile on his face.

OMEGA RED: Young lady, you have seen nothing of me yet!



[OH GOD! IT'S OKAY! THE NEXT PAGE SHE TOTALLY BREAKS FREE, BEATS HIM UP AND SHOWS THAT SUCH MISOGYNISTIC AND PERVERSE COMIC SCRIPTING IS THE WAY OF THE DEVIL AND ALL IS WELL! ALL! IS! WELL!

No comments:

Post a Comment

Feedback is what every good writer wants and needs, so please provide it in the white box below
-OR-
If you want to play along at home, feel free to put your scripts under the Why? post for the week.