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Blind Spot
11 June 2008 12:18This is great. Wonderfully brutal. It's from the french animation school Gobelins. Their demo reels and final exam projects are better than most North American feature films. See what you think. : )
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11 June 2008
Logan's Run
11 June 2008 12:46I thought it would be funny to mix up Wolverine from the X-Men and that old film Logan's Run. It's a great idea. I think it's a winner. Very silly but good.
Mutant powers kick in at 30 years of age.
This whole society knows what happens when a person gains their mutant abilities. Sure, some of those powers are benign. The ability to sculpt light, for instance, or the ability to perfectly mimic the sounds of animals.
But more often than not, the powers are terrible and evil. Like the ability to read minds and influence memory. The ability to manipulate metal with a thought. Invulnerability. Flight. Heat vision.
As the man said, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. The mutant wars of the past nearly caused the extinction of the human race. It was a close war. All of the mutants were killed. The surface of the Earth was ravaged, though, and it was only through the minds of the brilliant human scientists that the human population was saved.
Humans live in domed arcologies now. The cities are utopias. The cities are peaceful and optimistic. The populace is physically fit and happy.
They all commit suicide on their thirtieth birthdays in giant cremation ceremonies that the whole cities attend. They are called Renewal days. They keep the society free of mutations and the possibility of extinction. They give their lives to keep the human race free of super powers.
This is the story of James Howlett, otherwise known as Logan. He is a police officer. He is known as a Wolverine.
There are small numbers of people in this society who believe that state-sanctioned suicide on one’s thirtieth birthday is wrong. They hide out. They wait for their mutant powers to manifest. They try to live in secret or escape the arcology.
It is the job of the Wolverines to hunt them down and kill them before they team up or attempt to disrupt the society.
Logan is 29. He is smart. His grandfather was one of the scientists who made the society. He is a fierce fighter. He was looking forward to the Renewal society but he’s having second thoughts.
On his thirtieth birthday, he didn’t go to the renewal ceremony. The age-sensor underneath his skin turned red. He was a mutant now.
He was caught on a main thoroughfare and shot by his fellow Wolverines.
His wounds healed instantly. He killed his friends and escaped out into the wastelands.
He is there now, starting a home for other mutants.
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Mutant powers kick in at 30 years of age.
This whole society knows what happens when a person gains their mutant abilities. Sure, some of those powers are benign. The ability to sculpt light, for instance, or the ability to perfectly mimic the sounds of animals.
But more often than not, the powers are terrible and evil. Like the ability to read minds and influence memory. The ability to manipulate metal with a thought. Invulnerability. Flight. Heat vision.
As the man said, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. The mutant wars of the past nearly caused the extinction of the human race. It was a close war. All of the mutants were killed. The surface of the Earth was ravaged, though, and it was only through the minds of the brilliant human scientists that the human population was saved.
Humans live in domed arcologies now. The cities are utopias. The cities are peaceful and optimistic. The populace is physically fit and happy.
They all commit suicide on their thirtieth birthdays in giant cremation ceremonies that the whole cities attend. They are called Renewal days. They keep the society free of mutations and the possibility of extinction. They give their lives to keep the human race free of super powers.
This is the story of James Howlett, otherwise known as Logan. He is a police officer. He is known as a Wolverine.
There are small numbers of people in this society who believe that state-sanctioned suicide on one’s thirtieth birthday is wrong. They hide out. They wait for their mutant powers to manifest. They try to live in secret or escape the arcology.
It is the job of the Wolverines to hunt them down and kill them before they team up or attempt to disrupt the society.
Logan is 29. He is smart. His grandfather was one of the scientists who made the society. He is a fierce fighter. He was looking forward to the Renewal society but he’s having second thoughts.
On his thirtieth birthday, he didn’t go to the renewal ceremony. The age-sensor underneath his skin turned red. He was a mutant now.
He was caught on a main thoroughfare and shot by his fellow Wolverines.
His wounds healed instantly. He killed his friends and escaped out into the wastelands.
He is there now, starting a home for other mutants.
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Party at the End Times
11 June 2008 13:24The asteroid was coming. There was no time.
They left the single people and couples with no kids outside. They took the families with children 18 and under into the protected caverns.
Most people approved. Those that didn’t approve and tried to sneak in were caught and shot by the military.
There were exceptions to the rule, of course. Scientists, top-tier politicians, and other Imporant People were led into the caverns regardless of their lack of children or spouses.
It was like the Pied Piper visited Earth and led all the families into cracks in the mountains. It was like a man-made Rapture swept through society.
There was a lawless, cashless, depressed society left behind after the doors to the hermetically-sealed caverns closed. Growing fear caused rampant sex and violence. It was anarchy for the 18 to 30 crowd.
An equilibrium was found. Of course there were some snipers and militant types that caused some fear in the beginning. Some looting. Some pointless hoarding. Just human knee-jerk reactions to the removal of laws.
After a while, though, a level of hedonism and partying took over. The count down was on. There was two months until the end of the above-ground world. Sex was unprotected and enthusiastically ferocious. There were equally numerous moments of tenderness.
It was an unseen and doomed chapter of humanity where the masks were taken off. This was a society with no leader, no rules and nothing but impulse at the heart of it. The seven deadly sins were out there boogieing at the party with the rest of us. Closets were freed of their skeletons. Love ran rampant amongst the dancing shreds of the human race.
It was Rome without a leash. An unsustainable freedom. Undercurrents had been brought to the surface.
For some parts of the world, nothing changed.
For the First World, though, it was a revelation. A rave for two continents. It was a post-apocalyptic porn star. Vegas went bankrupt. Electricity gave way to fire. Power and Love became the absolutes.
It was Zeus’s forehead split open and gushing. Pagan? Sure. It was a crazy time.
The asteroid (with the unromantic name of Object B-764) hit on schedule. Earth shook like an Etch-a-sketch and fully one half of the entire population of the planet died in the following week. Nothing above ground survived.
The people underground stayed there for thirty years before venturing out into the New Eden. Pale, humourless, puritan, and mole-like, they started the next evolution of humanity.
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They left the single people and couples with no kids outside. They took the families with children 18 and under into the protected caverns.
Most people approved. Those that didn’t approve and tried to sneak in were caught and shot by the military.
There were exceptions to the rule, of course. Scientists, top-tier politicians, and other Imporant People were led into the caverns regardless of their lack of children or spouses.
It was like the Pied Piper visited Earth and led all the families into cracks in the mountains. It was like a man-made Rapture swept through society.
There was a lawless, cashless, depressed society left behind after the doors to the hermetically-sealed caverns closed. Growing fear caused rampant sex and violence. It was anarchy for the 18 to 30 crowd.
An equilibrium was found. Of course there were some snipers and militant types that caused some fear in the beginning. Some looting. Some pointless hoarding. Just human knee-jerk reactions to the removal of laws.
After a while, though, a level of hedonism and partying took over. The count down was on. There was two months until the end of the above-ground world. Sex was unprotected and enthusiastically ferocious. There were equally numerous moments of tenderness.
It was an unseen and doomed chapter of humanity where the masks were taken off. This was a society with no leader, no rules and nothing but impulse at the heart of it. The seven deadly sins were out there boogieing at the party with the rest of us. Closets were freed of their skeletons. Love ran rampant amongst the dancing shreds of the human race.
It was Rome without a leash. An unsustainable freedom. Undercurrents had been brought to the surface.
For some parts of the world, nothing changed.
For the First World, though, it was a revelation. A rave for two continents. It was a post-apocalyptic porn star. Vegas went bankrupt. Electricity gave way to fire. Power and Love became the absolutes.
It was Zeus’s forehead split open and gushing. Pagan? Sure. It was a crazy time.
The asteroid (with the unromantic name of Object B-764) hit on schedule. Earth shook like an Etch-a-sketch and fully one half of the entire population of the planet died in the following week. Nothing above ground survived.
The people underground stayed there for thirty years before venturing out into the New Eden. Pale, humourless, puritan, and mole-like, they started the next evolution of humanity.
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