Greg wrote:#10: Jeremy Tableau and the Space Bitches
Page OnePanel One: We open up this story to a wide panel shot of the front of a speeding car. It is the middle of the night and hardly anyone on the street. The car is moving wildly as the passenger, our hero Jeremy Tableau, is shouting. Jeremy is a young black man of early twenties. He's wearing a white button down shirt and a loosen black tie. If we see any of Jeremy's hands, have a kukri looking knife in his hand. In the driver seat is Stane Foreign, a white thirty-forty year old looking man with white hair and a five o'clock shadow.
Jeremy: Is this the fastest you can freakin' go?! DRIVE!!
Stane: Do you want to drive your fucking self, you fucking pissant?!Panel Two: Now a shot of Jeremy peering his head out the window looking upward.
Jeremy: Fuck! She's right on top of us![B]Caption: This fine ass looking fellow you're looking at right now is me, Jeremy Tableau, your friendly neighborhood nigga who just likes to have a good time.
Caption 2: In the world I live in, I'm used to the typical every day life of vampires, boogey men, death gods, succubi and incubi, trolls under bridges, evil robots on the verge of world destruction, elves, leprecauns, mermaids, alligators in the sewers, and I can go on and on.
Panel Three: A shot now of the hood of the car being crushed down onto the street, destroying the car. A humanoid looking figure, an alien of completely whitish/blueish skin has landed on the hood. Have it sort of resemble this scene from the Matrix Reloaded movie: http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/x ... rixref.png . Except have the alien facing the car instead of turned away from it. The alien is obviously female and has curly looking hair that resemble dreads but is white. Her eyes are completely black. She is wearing nothing.
Caption: Yet some how I get wierded out when ever I come
across an alien.Panel Four: A shot behind the alien as she's dodged a slew of bullets being shot at her by Stane, the window being broken. T[b]he gun doesn't look like a typical gun
, so make it look a bit weird with some strange designs.
Jeremy: Can't you aim?!?
Stane: I'm gonna aim this into your asshole if you don't shut up!!
Caption: The dude cussing at me is Stane Foreign, he also happens to be of the same race as the bitch
who's trying to rip my head off.Panel Five: A shot of the alien having grabbed Stane by the collar and flinging him out of the car while Jeremy is leaping out of the passenger side of the car, revealing that he's only wearing his shirt and boxers, the knife still in hand.Page TwoPanel One: Jeremy is running through an alley way.
Caption: Okay, recap for you joining in: I've become a target of space bitches! I hooked up with these two lovely shorties from the club only to find out they were aliens when
they attempted to anal probe me.Panel Two: The alien has dropped in front of Jeremy causing him to fall back.
Alien: Don't you want me anymore, Jeremy?
Jeremy: Of course I do! I just need to freshen up.
Alien: No need. Come with me to the hive and we shall have plenty of the sex. (
)Panel Three: Intense shot of Jeremy flinging the knife towards us.
Jeremy: To hell with that!Panel Four: Close up of the alien just looking down, the knife deeply in her throat, red blood pouring from the wound. She is unphased.
Alien: Is this foreplay?Panel Five: Now a shot of the alien's head blowing up.
: BLAM!!! (are these this Stane's initials?)
Caption: Jeeeez!!!Page Three
Panel One: A shot of the alien on the floor (do you mean ground? are we still in the alley?), head blown off with blood splattered around. Jeremy has been hit with some of the blood while he's removing the knife from the alien's throat. Stane is making his way with a weird looking gun. (a different one?)
Jeremy: Okay, you mind telling me what the hell is going on?
Stane: They're after you-
Jeremy: No shit!
Stane: They've been kidnapping then killing off individuals with strong magick essence. They've figured out by combining their DNA with humans with magick-based essence with a strong background legacy, they can be unstoppable. Panel Two: Shot on Stane.
Stane: You're their next target. You have some very powerful essence in you, going back from both your mother and father's side. Your father is an agent of the Loa and also a twin. The potential for magick is sky high for you as his offspring. Your mother is a highly figured Delphi priestess. While you yourself may have knowledge of specific abilities, you have yet to tap into much of your potential abilities and how to use them effectively.Panel Three: Looking at Jeremy now as he's stood up. He is pointing the bloody knife up into the air, his eyes closed as if he's blessing it.
Jeremy: Keep talking, I'm just conducting a spell.
Stane: The main abilities you seem to possess are of course your mother's pyrokinetics along with immunization to heat and fire with limited teleportation and some divination. From your father's side, you have your connection to Loas of the Vodou faith, possession, and lots of untapped magick. Including some weird... charming ability.Panel Four: A panel of both now looking at each other.
Jeremy: And they found this out how?
Stane: Information gets passed to them through the exchange of bodily fluids. You've been seeing this alien for the past week or so now along with her friend. They've gathered enough intel about you and your legacy from whatever you guys have been doing... make outs, sex, you name it.
Jeremy: Okay... that explains them... what about you?
Stane: ...I'd rather not say.
Jeremy: ...no question about why its an anal probe?Panel Five: We're now behind the two of them as before them. From a distance is a group of more female aliens making their way towards them. Each have different hair styles, all white colored.
Stane: I'm guessing that spell you did somehow powered up that knife?
Jeremy: Yeah. It's a magical knife called a Strict Knife
. It absorbs up to thirty-one properties - in this case blood - of a specific species and it allows me to cut them like butter. (is this the only one or some type of brand name?)
Stane: Alrighty then. Toast's up!Page Four
Panel One: A wild panel of the aliens attacking. Stane has shot an alien mid-air, head blown up while Jeremy has sliced another one upward, from her chest to the top of her head, blood splattering everywhere. On the ground is a few other aliens that were already taken care of by Jeremy and Stane.
Caption: So apparently these aliens are from Mars and the women are the hunters of the race. Does that count as irony?Panel Two: Jeremy is now against a brick wall with an alien choking him with her hand. Jeremy has sliced half way through the hand. Stane has just been punched with blood splurging out of his mouth.Panel Three: Stane is now on the floor knocked out as the aliens have all stock-piled atop of Jeremy.
Caption: I bet if I were a Martian, I'd be turned on right now.
Panel Four: We're now inside of the hive of the aliens, which is really in disguise under a warehouse. It resembles a medical room with bright lights with alien women around the room and a bunch of weird looking machines. Jeremy is in the middle of the room on the table. He's face down on it with his backside pointing up. His boxers is on the floor. His arms are pulled back from a strap hooked from the ceiling, his legs strapped onto the table.
Panel Five: Close up on Jeremy now looking to the side, towards us. He looks completely traumatized, eyes wide and sweat pouring out his whole face.
Caption: I've been anally probed.Page Five
Panel One: Jeremy is now vertical, the table now moved but the strap still holding him up by his arms. His legs are entirely weakened as he can't stand straight.
Caption: The space bitches anally probed me... and now they're gonna kill me.
Alien Leader: He can be disposed (of?)
.Panel Two: Close-up on Jeremy, looking extremely weak as if he's about to pass out.
Jeremy: Wait... wait... I can still help you. You need magick essence... I can tell you the most powerful... Just... let me go... please.
Panel Three: Shot behind the alien leader as she's planted a kiss onto Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy is looking towards us with a leering eye.
Caption: Heh. Got 'em.Panel Four: An outside shot the warehouse blowing up in flames, Stane outside walking towards it with his gun.
Stane: Whoa.Panel Five: Stane has found Jeremy naked on the ground, face down as flames are scattered around, dissipating while all the aliens have been turned into burnt crisps.
Stane: What happened?
Jeremy: Bitches probed me.
Caption: I guess they didn't get the memo that passion sets my heart aflame.