*Strumming action beat*
In the City. *Swipe over of New York*, there are things *Screaming woman* that lurk *Running and screaming, being chased down a dirty, abandoned hospital corridor by something that hunts her down and reaches out from behind the camera with a scaled arm as she scambled at the handle of the locked door* that prey on the innocent.
And he *The door bursts open, sending the woman flying back into the wall, the creature that's Point of View we're seeing from stops reaching out, slightly surprised* is the thing that preys on them *Man steps out, mid 40s, greying hair, slightly fat with a sawn off*
Man: "Boo." *BANG*
It's the feature length must see movie of the year. - Daily Star.
*Man sitting on the edge of a sky scraper* "There are many things in this world that I don't get. But I know that if I don't do this; it won't get done at all."
Edge of the Seat action from start to finish, says the News at 10.
*Man and a woman standing a meter or so from each other, each has a shotgun* "...You got coins to pay the Reaper? No...me neither...want to go for a drink?"
This year, Jean Claude Van Damme is Juan Smith in, "The city Limits."

*montage-style television ad, like a cross between a drug commercial and a military recruitment ad*

STARSHIP TROOPERS-ESQUE NARRATOR: Do you or someone you know possess capabilities beyond the human norm, aberrant physical qualities, or other potential for incredible things? *clip of guy lifting car over his head, girl opening third eye, baby coughing and shooting a tiny plume of fire, etc.*
Have you achieved or witnessed something you cannot explain? *person flying over a crowd with angelic wings, UFO landing, etc.*
Have you always felt like you or someone you know were just somehow 'different?' *fast cuts of different people in a crowd until it lands on one person, standing still as everyone walks past, Manhattan-sidewalk style*

The National Metahuman Authority is her for you. *NMA official seal and phone number*
Call today to submit a service application, or report someone you believe to be an unlicensed Empowered. *montage of people using fantastic powers for public service*
New positions are always available for talented individuals, and valuable information may be eligible for lucrative rewards. *man being paid cash by police as they cart off a manacled man who's made of electricity*

Do the right thing for your community. Notify the NMA immediately of any suspicious behavior, or to register yourself for service. Remember, you CAN, make a difference!

*logo again*
National Metahuman Authority
valde vires, valde officium

In a world, where the lives of all are ran with a tight fist by the government. *Shows a pile of papers, people lining up for stamps, ect*
One man, Dares to do different *Shows my character, 25 year old hippy with a Goatee and Dreadlocks standing naked ontop of a moving Volksvagen bus swinging a trout while singing 'It's hip to be Square' over a loud speaker, chased by a dozen or so police cars.*
Hippy John: "Come on man...if we don't like...stand up to the MAN, who's gonna like.........what was I talking about again...woah...head rush."
*Switches to a board meeting room*
Prime Minister: "I want this man, this disgrace, dealt with now!".
Narrator: "One man, *Hippy John wearing a Tie dyed shirt and a Bobble hat* will lead them *Grabs a guitar, a pair of sun Glasses and a spliff, shows him in a Mexican stand off with the spliff in his mouth, glasses on against a police man with Riot Gear, He reaches around in a blurr and grabs the guitar and twats the police man with it, then runs* to Glory! *Hippy John playing on stage infront of an entire audiance of 1,000,000 people playing 'Hi Ho Silver lining' atop Glastonbury Tor*
*Screen cuts to black, then Hippy John is shown in his underpants in his Kitchen, half asleep, opens up the fridge, takes out a carton of milk, looks at it for a second, lifts it to his ear, shakes it, shrugs, opens the top and starts eating Yogurt out of it*
He is, Hippy John.
Hippy John: "Alright, you know what I fancy...Waffles and a Game of Tekken 2!"
Max (Friend PC): "Cool..."
Narrator: Coming Summer, 2010

*Shows a guy in his mid-late teens, wild hair and a broken nose*
He was just a man.
Until one day...
*Shows him walking out into the road, screetch of car breaks and he's hit by a Lorry, sending him flying into a wall with a sickening splat.
Cuts to a dark realm of grey, standing in fields of corn, the teen standing with a robed figure*
Teen: What do you mean I'm Dead! I had a whole life ahead of me!
Figure: You *did*. Now you don't.
Teen: Isn't there something I can do!?
Narrator: He made a choice.
*Figure looks up at him* There is one thing...
*Shows the teen standing over an old, dying woman, her spirit rises up out of her, he opens his mouth and his entire jaw splits into 4 segments, revealing a gaping maw, the soul is sucked into it*
*Over a series of pictures of him doing various things*
So If I become a Reaper, I can go back? Sure, why not. I'll just be collecting them in for you right?
Girl: What's happened to you Johnny! You've become so cold and...mean!
Teen: I don't like what I'm becoming, how can I stop it...I don't want to be this...this...I don't want to enjoy death.
*Figure standing alone in the feilds of Corn*
Figure: Then Don't. Just do your job, we are part of nature, life needs death as death needs life, that does not mean we cannot care; we MUST care. What hope has the harvest, if not the care of the Reaperman.
*Another figure appears, exactly the same as the first, but with a slightly different voice*: "Our Job is nature, do it with honour and pride, who cares if a few dozen more die. We are what we are, we are death. Don't pretend to care Michael."
*Flickering on the screen, the words 'Azrael, Late Spring, 2011' appears on the screen.*

>>8620510
>*Shows my character, 25 year old hippy with a Goatee and Dreadlocks standing naked ontop of a moving Volksvagen bus swinging a trout while singing 'It's hip to be Square' over a loud speaker, chased by a dozen or so police cars.*

...Fuck, I'd see that movie just for that.

>>8620510
OH GOD FUCK DAMMIT THEY MUST MAKE THIS A MOVIE FUCKING NAO

*eerie orchestral*
*shot of woods*
*shot of two people trudging through different section of woods*

*children chorus*
Old Man Troll
Whither will I go?
Over the briar
And cross the water
To win treasure for my beau

*old smith looking fellow*
Here to tempt the briar are ye?

*giant snake*
*giant bees*
*massive owl*
*troll throwing male character from earlier into a river*
*nymph*
*arrows blotting out the sky*

No narrator at all, after 30 seconds of action, monsters and eeriness, fade to black

Briar

Guys, you need more fading to black and music.

*Voice of a man*: *Overview of a Prision/Hospital* This, is Broadmoor Hospital, built in 1863 as a prision for people too insane and dangerous to let walk the streets...too crazy to leave with other prisioners.
It's also my home.
*Shows a man sitting in a padded cell with bars on the front wall, in a Straight Jacket, then flicks to outside the cell, an attractive nurse is wheeling the medicine cart along and stops at the cell*
Nurse: Hello Mr Thumb, are you going to take yo-*Turns and a hand hauls her into the bars with a scream and a crack, the large, long hand ends with long black claws*
My name is Tom Thumb. Like in the Poem. I'm here because I killed 16 people on a Subway train with my bare hands, leaving only the children alive and ate their flesh. I then went to work for the day.
Only the eating flesh part wasn't me, it was my demon.
*The arm is grabbed by another arm, and another, and another, from inside the cell and dragged back* NO! LEAVE HER ALONE ALASTOR! *The clawed arm is thrown against the cage and breaks, an inhuman scream*.
To be exact, it was Abaddon who did the killing and eating.
*Female Voice* Please Tom...just one Child. Give me one child.
*Male Voice* She's unconsious, use her now and throw her away.
*Deep crackling voice, like nails on a Chalk Board* FOOLS, I WAS THE ONE WHO CAUGHT HER! I SAW WE TASTE HER EYES.
Tom: I am a man, posessed by 16 of the demons of hell, I am also *Screams from another cell and a ghostly woman flies across the screen*...a sensitive...which is what got me in the rouble in the first place I guess...
There are more ghosts inside these walls than anywhere else in England.
My name is Tom Thumb, if I am to ever leave this place, I must tame my Demons and the ghosts of thie place, I must prove my innocence, even though I'm guilty and I must escape. *Quiet Voice* I've got to escape.
*Fades to Black*
*Words appear in the Darkness ' TORMENT, 16th March 2010*
(I love WoD.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XY65Z5p3v9w&feature=related

My DRYH campaign.

>>8620510
>One man, *Hippy John wearing a Tie dyed shirt and a Bobble hat* will lead them *Grabs a guitar, a pair of sun Glasses and a spliff, shows him in a Mexican stand off with the spliff in his mouth, glasses on against a police man with Riot Gear, He reaches around in a blurr and grabs the guitar and twats the police man with it, then runs* to Glory! *Hippy John playing on stage infront of an entire audiance of 1,000,000 people playing 'Hi Ho Silver lining' atop Glastonbury Tor*
Jizzinmypants.jpg

protip: say what the game is

*Slow, traditional medieval tune*
OLD LORDLY MAN is in A BIG FUCKIN' THRONE ROOM raising his hand over BIG HEROIC PRINCE NELSON, LITTLE PRETTY-BOY PRINCE ASHNARD (PC), and NAIVE CHILD PRINCE MICHAEL, who kneel before him.
OLD LORD: "Times are changing, my sons. When once we could rely on simple heroics to last us through, now we must rely on infiltration, on secrecy, on...intrigue. Word comes of a conspiracy within our own walls to ruin all we hold dear."
CUT to ASHNARD WALKING ABSENTLY through the CASTLE HALLS
OLD LORD: "Ashnard, you were never my favorite son; I have never held back my tongue on that matter. You are a coward and a lech, a failure in the eyes of House Steiner."
CUT to OLD LORD SIGHING and STROKING HIS BEARD
OLD LORD: "But you are the most gifted in the ways of talk, so I believe that you will succeed in uncovering this plot where my agents have failed."
CUT to CRIPPLED, THIRTY-YEAR-OLD MAESTER RICHARD GARRET (PC), STUDYING in HIS CRAMPED QUARTERS
OLD LORD: "I bequeath to you two of my most faithful servants. Though young, MAESTER GARRET is wise in the ways of the world. He should serve you well."
CUT to the TERRIFYING BLACK KNIGHT EDMUND GALLOWS (my PC), chopping down ROGUE PEASANTS in a FLAMING VILLAGE.
OLD LORD: "SIR EDMUND has likewise always been a loyal dog to this house...and a dog I suppose he is. Nevertheless, he is the best choice to protect you."
RETURN to OLD LORD making a DECREE:
OLD LORD: "Now go! Go, and do not return to me until you have saved this House!"
ASHNARD (with a cruel smile): "Yes...father."

Continuing...

>>8620510
>In a world, where the lives of all are ran with a tight fist by the government.
>In a world
>In a world where everyone is a vampire.

>>8621665

* * * * *
BIGASS LETTERS FLASH ONTO SCREEN
MUSIC GETS EPIC

"THE SWORD HAS CEASED TO RULE"

MASSIVE PITCHED BATTLE BETWEEN SOLDIERS WEARING AN APPLE CREST AND SOLDIERS DRESSED LIKE SIR EDMUND, WITH A SKELETON HAND FOR A CREST

"THE REIGN OF WORDS HAS BEGUN"

ASHNARD STANDS AND DELIVERS AN ORATION TO A CHEERING CROWD AS THE CAMERA PANS AROUND HIM

ASHNARD: "I implore you! Look not upon us as villains, but as the harbringers of the truth! The Dannetts mean to have war, and none of us alone has the power to stop them!

"BUT CAN OUR HEROES SAVE THEIR HOUSE"

MAESTER RICHARD FURIOUSLY PORES OVER BOOKS, WITH AN INCREASINGLY DESPERATE LOOK ON HIS FACE

RICHARD: "My Gods, there are more levels to this than I ever imagined! None of us is safe!"

CAMERA PANS TO BEHIND RICHARD, REVEALING A HOODED FIGURE

"WHEN EVEN THEY STAND TO LET IT FALL?"

EDMUND STANDS OVER THE BODY OF BIG HEROIC NELSON AND SLOWLY REMOVES HIS HELMET

SUDDENLY, SMASH CUT TO EDMUND ON THE THRONE, LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF

EDMUND (crazed): "It was the only way...Richard. The only way!"

CUT TO RICHARD REACHING OUT AND SCREAMING "NOOOOO!"

"ARGENTUM"

"SUMMER 2011"

*Slow zoom-in on a city similar to early 19th century london*

Voiceover: "In the ruins of ancient civilisation man and mutant are rebuilding."

*On a busy street humans dressed in victorian clothing walk among a mass of animals walking on their hind legs and humans with showing mutations dressed in practical work-clothes.*

*Change to a forest with a small path running in the direction of the camera's view. There is only dim light and no vegetation on the forest floor. Steps can be heard and five persons walk by the camera in a loose line. First is a short man carrying a backpack, second is a large man in a robe with a huge sword on his back. Third is a hunched over man with an elongated head and a long rat-tail gripping a rifle in his hand and several more sticking out from his backpack, a human comes short after carrying similar equipment and last is a teenager loaded with several close combat weapons.*

Voiceover: "But for some the safety of newfound civilisation is not enough. Guided by a robot's head they will go..."

*cut to a robotic head hanging in darkness, it's eye-diods flimmer as it sputtering speaks something sounding like co-ordinates, fade to black.*

Voiceover: "Further than they would ever imagine."

*Slow pan in what seems to be a large cavern, weak lights from what seems to be water along the bottom reveal several tall ruined structures raise up from the water.*

>>8621674
>In a world where everyone is a Gothic Lolita.
FTFY.

>>8621682


Voiceover: "They are not alone."

*A yellow fog with the only visible thing being a railroad, through the fog a hand-pumped trolley comes through the fog, a dead man is nailed to the front. Four large brutes man the pump while two men dressed in leather coats and peak-caps stand in the front, armed with submachineguns.*

*Cut to a futuristic grav-transport opening its door. Two high-tech equipped elite soldiers jump out in front of a thin man dressed in a suit of traditional cut with a cape over his shoulder, a top hat and a white featureless mask.*

*Cut to a couple of soldiers dressed in khaki-colored uniforms walking by in a rocky landscape. Some of the soldiers are animals and some are mutated humans. A non-mutated human officer watches them with a pair of sabres by his sides and two revolvers in his hands.*

*A bulky buldogg carrying a SAW is walking through the underbrush followed by two cats in worn-patched together armor made of futuristic looking metal plates.*
Voiceover: "And in the depth of the unexplored..."

*A door opens with a creak, letting out a tower of light into a large storage area. Several shapes stand still in the darkness.*

Voiceover: "Rest secrets no-one could imagine."

*The camera cuts down to one of the shapes as the light spreads, revealing a tall armoured droid with heavy arms with weapons attached. A closeup on its face, a glimmer of red light is seen in its eyes, slowly blinking stronger.*

>>8621687

Voiceover: "What starts a simple adventure...*

*Cut to the five in the first cut firing wildly against something off-screen in a cramped tunnel.*

Voice-over: "Will become a battle for the future."

*The soldiers from the hovercraft exit an elevator, opening fire on men in grey uniforms with white arm-bands armed with one-shot rifles.*

Voiceover: "And for their lives."

*Cut to the small of the five adventurers being dragged up by the rat and armed man over a cliffside.*

*Fade to black*

"Mutant..." *The title appears in large red letters with the following blow in smaller white.* "Heirs of Armageddon II"

"The Testament of Kaiser."

*Black*

"Out now."

*Cut to the large man in robe drawing his sword.*

"SEEEEEELF... COOOOOOON... TROOOOOOOOOOL..."

Someone archive this thread, it's awesome.

(Ironically, New Order's 'Slow Jam' plays quietly in the background throughout.)

[Fade in and pan down from the sky to a street filled with police cars, cops with guns drawn. A car arrives, and authority-type people get out. Their jackets say FBI. As one takes off his sunglasses, we see it is Matt Damon.]

Choose federal law enforcement.

[We see a Spec Ops team (led by Eric Bana) moving 2-by-2 with pupose through a shot-up and ruined Fallujah mosque.]

Choose the military.

[A tech-type guy (Jason Lee) sits at a computer screen, wearing big headphones. He looks confused, and turns up the volume.]

GUY: "What the ..."

[Cut to a forensic scientist in a lab (Jill Hennessey, who's been typecast for the rest of her life). She looks at something through a microscope, and jumps back, startled.]

Choose NASA or the CDC.

[Matt Damon stands meekly in an office. His boss proceeds to chew him out.]

Choose lying to your superiors.

[Matt Damon cleans out his desk. You see him putting an FBI coffee mug in a box of his belongings.]

Choose to ruin your career.

[Jason Lee sits alone in a very empty apartment with the lights off.]

Choose no friends.

[Jill Hennessey argues with her husband, who promptly storms out of the house. She looks over at the couch and sees her 6-year-old daughter start to cry.]

Choose divorce.

[Eric Bana gets drunk by himself at a bar. There are booze bottles scattered in front of him.]

Choose life through the bottom of a bottle.

[From behind, we see four silhouetted figures in front of a burning farmhouse. It's probably our guys, but we can't tell for sure. Some of them have guns.]

Choose destroying evidence and executing innocent people because they know too fucking much.

[Our guys get kitted up in black SWAT gear with gas masks in the back of a van.]

Choose black fatigues and matching gas masks.

[Everyone loads cool-looking MP5s.]

Choose an MP5 stolen from the CIA loaded with glasers, with a range of fucking attachments.

(The chorus to 'Slow Jam' kicks in.)

[We see our guys in a warehouse, in a gunfight with some horrific looking tentacled something. You know, like the thing at the end of Hellboy.]

Choose blazing away at mind-numbing, sanity crushing things from beyond the stars, wondering whether you'd be better off stuffing the barrel in your own mouth.

[We see Jason Lee reading a book. Everything slowly changes and warps around him, but as he looks up, it all snaps back to normal.]

Choose the King in Yellow and waking up wondering who you are.

[Matt Damon puts a Glock 9mm in his mouth. He might have been crying.]

Choose a 9mm retirement plan.

[We see a black-clad squad marching through the snow with purpose.]

[Cut to an old man (Martin Sheen) in a bunker at a computer. We can see a name plaque on the desk that says "Fairfield". There's black and white photos of groups of men on the walls. The computer looks like it's doing some kind of encryption-thing.]

[We see the squad get to a snow-covered bunker door. They look eeeevil. The leader of the squad (played by Christopher Walken) kicks open the door.]


Choose going out with a bang at the end of it all, PGP-encrypting your last message down a securely laid cable as an NRO Delta wetworks squad busts through your door.

[Everything goes black. All we see are muzzle flashes from automatic fire.]

Choose one last Night at the Opera.

DELTA GREEN
Eric Bana • Matt Damon • Jill Hennessey • Jason Lee • Christopher Walken
With Martin Sheen as Reginald Fairfield and Naveen Andrews as Stephen Alzis

*Man standing in the rain in a trench coat*
I've made a lot of mistakes in my life...
*Walking into a elevator*
A lot of them. I've got a lot of regrets too.
*Walks into a broken down apartment, damp across the walls, there's a woman lying on the couch with her leg under a blanket, mumbling feverishly*
But there are 2 things I don't regret, number one.
*Draws the blanket off, the leg is covered in maggots, cockroaches, filth and gangrene. The woman doesn't seem to notice, the man doesn't balk, but looks at it with a serious look*
First, what I can do.
Second, *Puts his hand on the leg, there's a blinding glow that fills the entire room, when it receeds, the leg is clean, the woman falls asleep, the man staggers outside and pulls a jar out of his coat, then vomits up a thick black cloud into it, which solidifies into a ooze-thing and starts moving, he slams the lid on it.*
what I do with it, even if there are consequences.
*He pulls out a set of matches, lights one and, in one movement, unscrews the lid and drops the match in. The ooze lights up and gives off a bubbling scream.*
Sure, I make monsters.
But I guess the world needs its Dirty angels.
*Flickering of other faces.*
Me and the others are just a few of them.
My name is Darrel Boyle. I live in New York city, a city, a world of dirty deeds, of evil, of horror.
*He walks out into the rain, takes out a hip flask and swills a mouthful, it zooms out over NY*
And of little miracles
*Words form in the lights of New York, 'Little Miracles, Coming Summer 2012'*

"In 2012, the world ended."
*Tidal Waves*
*Buildings falling over*
"But the end..."
*Someone looks up, and the camera catches a glimpse of a giant made of light*
"Was only the beginning."
*People going about their daily lives. A child stops to look at a TV in a window. The camera zooms in to a news channel reporting on a massive disturbance in Arizona. The Date, mid-2026, is visible in one corner. The image shows a massive, blurry figure.*
*The scene cuts to a live version of the same figure. There's a booming sound as massive doors open in the street, and four slightly smaller, but similarly massive, figures are shot up on high-speed elevators.*
*The number 00, followed by a close-in shot of the grey-and-white unit 00's head, then a flash of an exited-looking Japanese girl*
*The number 01, a flash of a giant mouth opening, revealing fangs, an image of a pale girl with glowing red eyes*
*The number 02, a giant hand taking hold of a similarly giant axe, a boy swallowing and preparing to face his fears*
*The number 03, a shot of the machine taking a step, in silhouette, a grey-haired boy smiling slightly*
*The Adeptus Evangelion logo appears. The words Four Corners appear under it.*

>>8621904
I'd pay cash dollars to see that. Wow.

Music!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxXkZzJUDh4

A fade in to a shot of the stars, a single red light shines above all others in the distance. The camera swoops around towards earth, falling down and in towards the middle of Siberia.

The music stops, with nothing but the wind howling through the taiga as the camera speeds through it. A child's voice speaks a single sentence.

"It's always cold in Russia."

The camera stops as the trees clear from vision and the green of the ground turns to steel gray. Towering over short concrete building complexes is a solid black pyramid. The Monolith.

A flash from behind, the ground shakes and the sound of an impact.

The camera swings around to reveal what looks almost like a stretched-out, pale fetus with a horrifically deformed head and the face of an adult man lumbering towards the city.

Music starts up again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQBi2IIMmpQ

Cut to a mechanical whirr and the opening of a hatch painted with emergency stripes. Sirens go off, and the sound of a rocket comes closer.

The camera jumps out and up as one by one, pic related jumps out of the hatch and ones near it.

They spread out and run more like an animal than a robot through the city and towards the steadily approaching monster.

Cut to black and title screen.

"Evangelion: Children of the Human Obelisk"

>>8621858
>>8621890
>>8621904
My copy of Delta Green arrived yesterday. You may remember I was the guy in the last Delta Green thread who said he was going to buy a copy. Shit yes.

>>8621923
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF YOU BEAT ME TO IT though they're different games anyway.

>>8621682
>guided by a robot's head
You killed that for me, right there

>>8621904
>>8621890
>>8621858

FUCKING. WIN.

>>8621952
Awesome, dude. It's an great book.

>>8621904
>>8621890
>>8621858

OH FUCK I FUCKING JIZZED ALL OVER THE PLACE I CUM ON FILM IT ROLL AT PENIS

>>8622010
I'm loving it so far. The brief paragraphs near the front of the book explaining what's going on with each of the prominent Mythos entities... I was in love right there. I've already ordered Eyes Only, but of course Countdown is virtually impossible to acquire for anything less than ONE MILLION DOLLARS (or at least a lot of dollars).

>>8621966

The head was practically just a McGuffin sputtering some details they needed to find their way. They pretty much didn't use it and still has it tucked away in one of their backpacks along with its powersource (which they would rather use for one of the high-tech energy weapons they've managed to get their hands on)

>>8621919
>*Man standing in the rain in a trench coat*
Oh fuck, not a trenchcoater, this is going to be shit.

>*Puts his hand on the leg, there's a blinding glow that fills the entire room, when it receeds, the leg is clean, the woman falls asleep, the man staggers outside and pulls a jar out of his coat, then vomits up a thick black cloud into it, which solidifies into a ooze-thing and starts moving, he slams the lid on it.*
That's pretty cool I gu-

>My name is Darrel Boyle. I live in New York city, a city, a world of dirty deeds, of evil, of horror. *He walks out into the rain, takes out a hip flask and swills a mouthful, it zooms out over NY* And of little miracles
Motherfucking Noir! Oh Fuck yes. I would watch the shit out of this film.

>>8622057
If the narrator says "Guided by a robots head" you've narmed it up big time, and nobody will be able to take it seriously.

>>8621858
>>8621890
>>8621904
Trainspotting much?

>>8622089
seconded.

In the grim Old World
*screen slowly fades in*
The chaos engulfs the land. A terrible evil lives and breathes over men's hearts
*clip show of medievel footsoldier clashing against mutant berserkers followed up by a group of mercenaries getting slaughtered by anthropomorfic rat ninjas*
But amist the chaos, one mind desires more
*A young man, wearing a green full plate armor rides alongside a group of knights, with a terrible smug on his face.*
He is the bastard son of the Prince of Luccini
*Panning shot showing a huge rennassence-like italian town being burn to the ground, the young man is wounded, yet hodling firmly his arming sword, facing a large group os Skaven*
All his life, all he knew was blood, wine, women and glory.
"I've come here to make these lands my own!"
*The young man smugly tell this to a captured antrhopomorfic rat, in the middle of a desolated battlefield*

>>8622233

And then he takes 27 damage to the left arm and dies within the round.

God I love WHFRP

>>8621858
>>8621890
>>8621904

Oh god greatest thing in this thread

>>8622194
Verily.

[Light Blues music plays in the background as the camera pans over New York. Gary Oldman starts narrating.]

Gary: New York... is not a very safe place.

[Cut to a man running down the street. He's obviously panicked, and bleeding from a head wound that seems to have been caused by some kind of sharp object.]

Gary: It's a safe haven for creatures shat out from the darkness to kill us all.

[The guy runs into a nearby convenience store, and closes the door behind him. A slight whispering sound can be heard as the door starts to shake.]

Gary: That's why we're here to clean it up.

[The door bursts open, and the man is dragged out into the street. He starts screaming in terror. Claw marks appear on his chest, and move steadily closer to his neck when a shot rings out. With a horrific screech, the attack stops. The man is safe.]

Gary: We're the Exterminators. And we won't stop until every single one of those fucking monsters are dead.

[Camera zooms out to reveal Gary Oldman, Eric Bana, Al Pacino, Matt Damon and Christopher Walken in full combat gear.]

ITT: People forget to say what the game is

*Man walks into a Bank wearing a cloak*
The three most useless things in the world.
*Walks up to the Desk*
The Pope's Balls
*Grabs the woman behind the desk and pulls out a gun, shoots the security guard in the hand and says "I need the contents of Vault #36. Stop me or call the police and I blow up everyone in this bank. Don't belive me *Fireball appears in his hand*"
Nuns Tits.
*A vault is opened, inside is a long case, he picks it up and takes out a broken tipped sword, then screams as it binds to his arm, drilling into the skin and attachings itself to him, silver runs up the veins and his arm becomes golden, fire streams out his eyes and he throws up lava on the floor*
And mercy for the wicked.
*He stands up again and walks to the door of the bank, then turns around and looks at the cashier and says:* "You failed them, they'll come for you...come with me if you want to live."
*Flashing Montage of scenes of the sword weilding man fighting various people, including a huge man-bat-thing, a South American man is shown sitting in a chair*
"We need the sword back, or it'll fuck us ALL up."
*Shows the man standing over a fallen enemy, he brings the sword down on the begging man, the sword stops a few cm away from flesh. He looks at it angrily, sharply kicks the man hard enough to crack ribs, then walks off.*
Man: "Still...the sword wants what it wants...and I'm a tool...so I don't get to argue with a god."
*Words flash across the screen 'Justice', 'Mercy', 'Redemption', Then the screen lights up with white light and it says in black letters 'The blade of angels'*

>>8622464

OP didn't specify that we'd have to.

>>8622304
>night night
Congratulations, I suppose. I saw this on the front page and wondered, once I'd read it, how an error like that had slipped by the copyeditors to appear in an actual print ad.

Oh man, all of these would be so badass, I'd watch for sure. I'd write my own, but am having a massive writer's block and the latest char/campaign I've played is kinda.. too standard to make into a brilliant film :<

>>8622464
Who cares? This is awesome!

>>8622533
>>8622533
Doesn't change that you should.

>>8622516
>The Pope's Balls
>Nuns Tits
>And mercy for the wicked.
Fuck, that's an awesome tag line if you could get away with putting it on a poster.
Also, fucking stolen.

>>8622557
Try it and see what happens! I'm a shitty writer and think it turned out alright.

>>8621904

You. You win this thread.

>>8620355
Would love to be in that game.

>>8620510
Would watch the fuck out of. Hell, I'd buy the Hippy John T-Shirt.

>>8620704
Sort of Cliche, but could be good I guess.

>>8621235
Oh fuck yes. I would watch this shit.

>>8621919
I'd watch this, if only to see how it worked out.

>>8622516
Would watch. Just about.

>>8620942
I like the mood he's going for in this one.

*Fades in to show a highschool*

"Bakersfeild highschool is really like any other high school."

*Shows football players*

"The jocks,"

*Shows the cheerleaders*

"The popular girls"

*Shows some guys working on computers*

"The nerds. And then there's us."

*Shows the party sitting at a table*

"The losers."

*shows us as kids, slowly growing into adults via various different shorts in a montage*

"We've been friends since kindergarten."

*shows us sitting around having fun*

"Now I know what you're thinking. That this is some epic drama. About friends. And some of us will grow old. Or some of us try to get a date. And how we help each other out... well... kinda?"

*one of the kids in the background suddenly bursts into flames and shoots fire out of his hands*

*The beginning chorus to Back in Black kicks in*

*First guy slices a door down with a sword, goes into trippy gradient filter as the words AURON flies across the screen*

Auron: The city needs protection. Just imagine it! Being a real hero!

*shows the girl punch a guy across the face, screen pauses as the blood splatters. Large words FERRA fly across the screen*

Ferra: I remain uninterested.

*shows a guy appear out of nowhere and whack a monster across the fact with a baseball bat. Pauses as the words CLIFF fly across the screen*

Cliff: Dick!

*Shows the last guy have a bunch of guns come out of his arm. Screen pauses as the word JIM flies across the screen, music pauses*

Jim: I carry WMD's in my fucking arms thank you very much!

*The title flies across the screen and hits the wall behind it*

Ferra: Jim. No puns.

Jim: OH DEAR GOD HELP ME!

>>8622779

I like the pseudo-Zombieland theme you have going on. Could either be hilarious or terrible.

>>8622870

As a movie? The campaign itself would definitely need some refinement.

Still it's a fun game.

Bump for Epic.

>>8622630
>>8622630
>>8622630
Yeah

In a world over come by darkness... (camera pans over various villages and hamlets burning) it has come down to a single group of adventurers, thrown together by fate, to turn back the tide. (Music cuts out.) Not these guys.

Wizard: I need the five worst mercenaries to stand up.
Xander (The Scout): I'm drunk! Does that count?
Wizard: Yes.
When the world needs saving, these are the last guys you expect. (Cuts to the shot of the group in a dungeon.)
Arc (The Ranger): Uh... well, this place has a lot of marble.
Xander: Okay gang, lets go adventuring, THAT WAY! (Flourishes sword, marches off.)
Arc: Uh, Xander, the dungeon is the other way.
Xander: I knew that!

The worst group imaginable must now face off against one of the greatest threats their world has ever known. Terrors from beyond their own plane of existence, they'll journey to all four corners of their world to find the one thing to turn back the darkness.
(Cuts to the party in the middle of a desert, a massive bronze dragon facing them.)

Dragon: You can't beat them. The enemy is too strong.
Xander: The hell we can't! The enemy may be a bunch of pan-dimensional beings, but we have swords!

If they don't die first...

(Flips to a view of the five party members running away from a massive horde of Orcs.)
Arc: You said there were FIVE Orcs, not five thousand!
Xander: So I miscounted! You can't blame me.
Well. You can't blame me a lot.
Arc: I can and will.

[Sound of a hard wind blowing]

[Shot of an artic landscape in snowstorm, slowly panning to set of low trenches leading to a round bunker. A man dressed in thick clothing stands with a rifle slung over his shoulder and a pair of binoculars in his hand, watching into the storm]

[Sound of running, music starting slowly. Cut to patch of snow. A foot clad in a crude boot made from fur punches through it as something rushes by.]

[Slow pan up from soldier's feet shuffling around. Notable is a patch with yellow background and a grinning wolf's head on it in black and with the name "South Corps"]

[Running again, heavy breathing and music rises. Closeup on the legs of same boot now with legs covered in fur as well. A crudely armoured hand grips a primitive large-calibre gun.]

[Closeup on the man's head, ice clinging around the mouth area. A gloved hand is put on the man's shoulder. Music rises to crescendo.]

[Another person in similar attire face him, this one with the head of a wolf. The wolfman takes gestures backwards towards the bunker, the man nods in understanding.]

[A thundering noise is heard, the two turn back out towards the ice plain. Running can be heard in the distance. The two ready their rifles and backs into the trenches towards the bunker.]

[Cut out towards the mist, running comes closer, music starts again powerfully, a shape can be made out]

[Cut back to soldiers, laying aim.]

[A large bipedal Mammoth crashes out from the snow-storm jumping into the air as it runs over the edge of the trench. Music reaches new crescendo.]

[Cut back to the man's face, eyes wideing. He whispers, barely audible over wind, music stops.]

"Oh Shit."

[Black. After some seconds text appear]

WULFREICH
The Longest March

*As Job for a Cowboy's ruination plays*

"there are things in the dark"
-cut to a man with an evil grin
"that no one should see"
- cut to the same man but so that now we see he has no eyes
"because sometimes they see you"
-cut to scene of a man in a black robe running
"and they are hungry"
-cut to the mans view point
-have him fall and stumble
- have him gaze out and see things
the man - "NO NO NO NO NO"
- see the pic attached
- see man get devoured
- see his eyes go blank and the camera pans away

COMING THIS SUMMER

ILLITHID : THE FEEDING

"Of all the dark forces at work against us, no threat bears the same ilk as heresy."

*Flash the sillouette of a man in power armor looking over our heroes, and scoffing*

"The forces arrayed are fearsome indeed."

*First a general fallen to Nurgle kneeling among his ilk, then a Khornate warlord crashing through the jungle on a juggernaut. Immediately after, a techpriest mutating and casting lightning, then a temptress in silk robes with a slaneeshi logo.*

"But in the growing darkness..."

*Shadows creeping in and blocking out the sun on a Hive World*

"...there is Hope.

*Our heroes, a techpriest, guardsmen, cleric, psyker, and assassin, all running across open muddy terrain, artillery flashing in the background. Quick battlescenes flash in an IG outpost, feral world, forge facility and upper hive ballroom.*

"In His Name"

*Heavy firefighting and intense melee action*

"Let None Survive"

*A planet view from orbit, and single streak of light from a ship hanging in high anchor. Soon, firestorms sweep over the surface, as choral screams suddenly erupt, then cease as the screen cuts to black.*

DARK HERESY

INTRO: Several scenes of young brown-haired boy with glasses obviously being an outcast in his fantasy-esque small village.

IN A WORLD WITHOUT HEROES...

The boy, now older, wears dark robes and carries a wand, flanked by four other adventurers

... ONE BOY MUST CONQUER THE DARKNESS WITHIN...

Scene of boy pointing his wand at a demon, fire and brimstone hurtling and roaring around him. "YOUR POWER CANNOT STAND AGAINST MY WILL!" The demon rears back, then throws himself at the boy.

... AND BECOME THE HERO HE WAS DESTINED TO BE.

Young wizard, now much older and battle-scarred, rushes forward in burnt and bloody robes, picking up two magical rapiers from the ground. He sinks these both into the chest of half man, half black-ooze-shadow-monster creature atop a tower that overlooks a ruined, deserted cityscape. The man looks down at the wizard, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "Good job, son," it says before FADE TO BLACK

THIS SUMMER...

A JOURNEY INTO A WORLD OF DARK FANTASY...

panorama scenes of idyllic villages, farms, and port towns.

... WHERE ADVENTURE WAITS AROUND EVERY CORNER.

scene of a battle between wizard and his party against a giant with a massive sword.

THIS SUMMER...

THE APPRENTICE.

This thread.
Especially the Evangelion one.
Been wanting to run that for ages.
My friends don't want to learn the DH system, though.
Makes me sad.

*glint of light zooms out to reveal gold-trimmed plate armor on a very handsome brown haired man, speaking on a podium, with 3 figures behind him, a gaunt pale sickly looking man in a green hooded robe, a tall female figure clouded in shadows, and a bard lightly playing his instrument*

"The forces of darkness assemble against us."

*camera zooms out further to reveal the man talking to a small crowd of maybe 50 people*

"They seek to rob us of our homes."

*camera pans to a small burning village, large hulking figures making their way through it, destroying stuff*

"Our livelihoods"

*Camera changes to goblins trapping a trade caravan*

"Our lives"

*Stereotypical carnage scene*

"Though they are many."

*camera change to a huge mob, ala LOTR, of orcs*

"And we are few"

*Camera shows the crowd he is speaking to again, almost looking bored, armed with a few pickaxes*

"We have one advantage."

*another carnage scene, this time of paladin guy killing an orc.*

"God, is on our side.*

*pan back to the Paladin, who steps back and opens his arms.*

"WHO WILL STAND AND FIGHT!?"

-cricket sound-

Peasant: "FUCK YOU"

FUMBLES THE PALADIN.
IN THEATERS DECEMBER 12, 2012.

>>8625366
FUND EET

>>8625366
Oh god I lol'd