yea doubt anyone will understand the title but that's okay ill explain.
a few months back I had an idea for a game,sadly I lost the data for it(only copy I had of them was on my iphone..in the notes section.. bad idea -.-) anyhow, skip ahead to last week I had started to fiddle with animating and got this idea in my head of something that I thought would look epic(ik ik I havnt said what 'it' is) so a few hours ago I sat down and started to write out the little details of the animation and when I had finished writing the details for the main character it reminded me of the game idea I scrapped(not by choice) so I altered the animation script to fit with the story I wrote.. well.. the patchwork of notes I had written. bah enough of my rambling I still plan on going back and adding in small details like the angle of the camera and the like but on the whole what follows is the 'it' I mentioned.
Spectator(you/camera)- view is set roughly at the height of a middle aged child(12-14)
-man considers the spectator to be kin by spirit
-is mute so the camera need be moved to show a nod of the head for 'yes'/'no'
Man-
Appearance-
Body Charateristics--
Late Twenties
Brown Hair(Unruly)
Scarlet Eyes(rimmed by gold)
Normal musculator
Normal frame
Runes lacing from extrimities(arms and legs) that converge at the center of the body then twine up to the skull
Voice is rough and low
Clothing--
Loose-knit shirt black color
Prayer beads around kneck
Loose-knit pants dune color
Bare-Foot
Place/Atmosphere-
Area--
grass-lands, small-ish grass
Moon behind the man in cresent form(darkside top)
runic-circle drawn in the ground via trenchs filled with oil(encircling the man
Man is sitting cross-legged with head-down chin resting on chest,arms are in a relaxed postion on the middle point of his legs,
with fists closed and knuckles facing away from the man
Atmosphere--
cekadus chirping(though they go silent at certain intervals then are silent completely after a certain point)
chirping queits when the man speaks
Spectator at the request of the man lights the oil
Camera changes briefly to show the runic circle in its full
Wind blows stirring the grass throughout the animation
including the flames once they are light
and the hair of the man(showing his eyes while his head is down)
Sequence-
Script--
Animation begins in darkness with the man speaking:"My home-land..in ruins" Flashes of a city in flames, people running, 'shadows' chasing
down and feasting on the people.-Man growls low in his throat has a bear does- "My family.. forsaken"Flash of the man fighting against
guardsmen, reaching for his wife and child, the man in a boat pulling away from the harbor of the previous city, can see shadows running
towards his family the man begins to scream and steam. till he his bludgeoned on the head, the camera blurs he turns around to see how
hit him has the man blacks out a male-voice says 'sorry..friend'.-in a harsh voice- "Betrayed by all for the sake of what? the animation
shifts back to the man sitting in the field, he looks up at the spectator with tears streaming down his face." Tell me.. was it worth it?!
-more question/pleading than anger in his voice- the spectator shakes his head 'no'.
The man takes a steadying breath then says "thought so..light fires, lets end this". has the spectator throws the matches in the oil
the mans eyes flash scarlet and he starts to intone will growling has a bear.
"THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME.. save but one thing, one thing. this i give now, if you will but give me the strength no matter
how flighting to lay low all that would succumb to the darkness and to avenge those that have died" the man is frothing at the mouth now
the runes on his body start to glow golden starting at the edges leading to the core(arms/legs to skull)the man laughs,abit hysterically,
"see child? they know our pain and wish to aid me. stand back now.. this last part wont be kind." the spectator nods a 'yes' and moves to
a small hillock over-looking the circle. The man begins to howl and growl with his fists clenched with his knuckles facing down now
The ciccadus go silent and the wind picks up,the man starts to steam visibly getting hotter until the land around him starts to die,
the grass withers away and the flames turn pure white then the man stops his innultations and looks at the specatator and notices that
he is crying " see here little one, this is what is best, with this..with this i end it, the darkness!the cruality! all of it shall be
purged!" the mans flesh starts to melt away showing the flames underneath will he is changing he asks the spectator " is this not
what you wanted child? revenge against those that feasted on your flesh, revenge on those that held me back" the mans voice cracks
at the last word. the spectator slowing shakes their head with a 'yes', "Good" the man sighs a deep sigh "Thank you..thank you son, for
standing with me.. till the end" at the final word the man has changed into pure flame, white has snow, and begins to chant a chant
forgotten to time, forgotten to the tongues of men. the flames start to build inward till everything goes quiet and the man/flame
looks at his son, and sighs sayings " Go on son, tell your mother ill be with you son" at this the spectator, the shadow of the mans son
blinks out of existince.
the man/flame stirs in the quieted wind and begins to intune "COME TO ME, forgotten flames, forgotten dreams, whispers of times gone by
echo my lament, moments of love/joy/kind/tenderness pick up to the torch i make for you now carry it on for generations past so that the
generations to come.. do not forget.. forget who we where..forget who they are.. REMEMBER!" at this final word growled towards the four-
winds the flames burst forth purging everything, tree/stone/hill/river till they come to the city. lost to the darkness by then for
a fortnights time and it destroys the buildings in one breath, but the shades within.. something queer happened to them, for at the
caress of the flame has a child would react to the touch of a long-thought lost father or mother, they all begin to cry and weep
howling with despair the darkness slides from them pushed onward by the flames till at last the darkness is pushed beyond the edge
and there the kindnesses hold it, forever at bay, forever waiting, waiting for us to forget.
at this the camera shifts away from the darkness and kindnesses and zooms out to show the eye of a child, in monk/holy gard standing
in front of a hearth holding a book. he looks down and snaps the book closed then looks at the camera and smiles whispering "Thank you
..father" animation ends
Mind this is a extremely rough rough-draft so there is plenty of errors in it(Both grammatical and will.. its not finished) that being said what did you think of it? any emotions come to mind will you read it? lol its gonna take me half my life to animate this but :facewall: so be it.
a few months back I had an idea for a game,sadly I lost the data for it(only copy I had of them was on my iphone..in the notes section.. bad idea -.-) anyhow, skip ahead to last week I had started to fiddle with animating and got this idea in my head of something that I thought would look epic(ik ik I havnt said what 'it' is) so a few hours ago I sat down and started to write out the little details of the animation and when I had finished writing the details for the main character it reminded me of the game idea I scrapped(not by choice) so I altered the animation script to fit with the story I wrote.. well.. the patchwork of notes I had written. bah enough of my rambling I still plan on going back and adding in small details like the angle of the camera and the like but on the whole what follows is the 'it' I mentioned.
Spectator(you/camera)- view is set roughly at the height of a middle aged child(12-14)
-man considers the spectator to be kin by spirit
-is mute so the camera need be moved to show a nod of the head for 'yes'/'no'
Man-
Appearance-
Body Charateristics--
Late Twenties
Brown Hair(Unruly)
Scarlet Eyes(rimmed by gold)
Normal musculator
Normal frame
Runes lacing from extrimities(arms and legs) that converge at the center of the body then twine up to the skull
Voice is rough and low
Clothing--
Loose-knit shirt black color
Prayer beads around kneck
Loose-knit pants dune color
Bare-Foot
Place/Atmosphere-
Area--
grass-lands, small-ish grass
Moon behind the man in cresent form(darkside top)
runic-circle drawn in the ground via trenchs filled with oil(encircling the man
Man is sitting cross-legged with head-down chin resting on chest,arms are in a relaxed postion on the middle point of his legs,
with fists closed and knuckles facing away from the man
Atmosphere--
cekadus chirping(though they go silent at certain intervals then are silent completely after a certain point)
chirping queits when the man speaks
Spectator at the request of the man lights the oil
Camera changes briefly to show the runic circle in its full
Wind blows stirring the grass throughout the animation
including the flames once they are light
and the hair of the man(showing his eyes while his head is down)
Sequence-
Script--
Animation begins in darkness with the man speaking:"My home-land..in ruins" Flashes of a city in flames, people running, 'shadows' chasing
down and feasting on the people.-Man growls low in his throat has a bear does- "My family.. forsaken"Flash of the man fighting against
guardsmen, reaching for his wife and child, the man in a boat pulling away from the harbor of the previous city, can see shadows running
towards his family the man begins to scream and steam. till he his bludgeoned on the head, the camera blurs he turns around to see how
hit him has the man blacks out a male-voice says 'sorry..friend'.-in a harsh voice- "Betrayed by all for the sake of what? the animation
shifts back to the man sitting in the field, he looks up at the spectator with tears streaming down his face." Tell me.. was it worth it?!
-more question/pleading than anger in his voice- the spectator shakes his head 'no'.
The man takes a steadying breath then says "thought so..light fires, lets end this". has the spectator throws the matches in the oil
the mans eyes flash scarlet and he starts to intone will growling has a bear.
"THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME.. save but one thing, one thing. this i give now, if you will but give me the strength no matter
how flighting to lay low all that would succumb to the darkness and to avenge those that have died" the man is frothing at the mouth now
the runes on his body start to glow golden starting at the edges leading to the core(arms/legs to skull)the man laughs,abit hysterically,
"see child? they know our pain and wish to aid me. stand back now.. this last part wont be kind." the spectator nods a 'yes' and moves to
a small hillock over-looking the circle. The man begins to howl and growl with his fists clenched with his knuckles facing down now
The ciccadus go silent and the wind picks up,the man starts to steam visibly getting hotter until the land around him starts to die,
the grass withers away and the flames turn pure white then the man stops his innultations and looks at the specatator and notices that
he is crying " see here little one, this is what is best, with this..with this i end it, the darkness!the cruality! all of it shall be
purged!" the mans flesh starts to melt away showing the flames underneath will he is changing he asks the spectator " is this not
what you wanted child? revenge against those that feasted on your flesh, revenge on those that held me back" the mans voice cracks
at the last word. the spectator slowing shakes their head with a 'yes', "Good" the man sighs a deep sigh "Thank you..thank you son, for
standing with me.. till the end" at the final word the man has changed into pure flame, white has snow, and begins to chant a chant
forgotten to time, forgotten to the tongues of men. the flames start to build inward till everything goes quiet and the man/flame
looks at his son, and sighs sayings " Go on son, tell your mother ill be with you son" at this the spectator, the shadow of the mans son
blinks out of existince.
the man/flame stirs in the quieted wind and begins to intune "COME TO ME, forgotten flames, forgotten dreams, whispers of times gone by
echo my lament, moments of love/joy/kind/tenderness pick up to the torch i make for you now carry it on for generations past so that the
generations to come.. do not forget.. forget who we where..forget who they are.. REMEMBER!" at this final word growled towards the four-
winds the flames burst forth purging everything, tree/stone/hill/river till they come to the city. lost to the darkness by then for
a fortnights time and it destroys the buildings in one breath, but the shades within.. something queer happened to them, for at the
caress of the flame has a child would react to the touch of a long-thought lost father or mother, they all begin to cry and weep
howling with despair the darkness slides from them pushed onward by the flames till at last the darkness is pushed beyond the edge
and there the kindnesses hold it, forever at bay, forever waiting, waiting for us to forget.
at this the camera shifts away from the darkness and kindnesses and zooms out to show the eye of a child, in monk/holy gard standing
in front of a hearth holding a book. he looks down and snaps the book closed then looks at the camera and smiles whispering "Thank you
..father" animation ends
Mind this is a extremely rough rough-draft so there is plenty of errors in it(Both grammatical and will.. its not finished) that being said what did you think of it? any emotions come to mind will you read it? lol its gonna take me half my life to animate this but :facewall: so be it.
