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On Dark AdaptationsKilling Dreams or Nurturing Them?
I've been accused in several instances now of ruining or killing childhoods through my proposed reimaginings of classic shows and franchises as well as my interest in 'darker' versions of the same. It's a concern that has dogged me for some time as I try to strike a balance between darkening and deepening a concept without destroying the fundamental enjoyment of it or making it morbid.
Here I'll try to describe my thoughts on the matter, why I make reimaginings the way I do, and why I feel I'm attempting to nurture dreams, not kill them.
This is not meant as an attack and I'll alter it if I learn otherwise, but this is my explanation for now.
1: My Stories are still Dreams
When I reimagine Sonic say or when I support wholeheartedly American McGee's reimagining of Alice in Wonderland this is because these tales are still essentially dreams. Regardless of how dark a story becomes it remains quintessentially a dream; a looking glass land to inspire the im
Alice in Wonderland Reimagining
Based on Tim Burton's film
Also on Alice's Adventures Underground and Through the Looking Glass
A young girl named Alice Kingsley in late Victorian era England suffers from nightmares of falling down forever through the darkness. To counteract these her father presents her a popular children's story: Alice's Adventure's Underground. As Alice Kingsley shares the name of the main character, she identifies with the heroine and her nightmares are replaced with visions of Wonderland.
As she grows older Alice treats the story and its world as a refuge in times of distress. In school she drifts away to a mad tea party. During a dull social engagements she's whisked off to a croquet game with flamingos and hedgehogs. During a bombastic opera she imagines away the grim trappings of the theater and replaces them with dancing lobsters and a grinning cat to tell her riddles. The unintentional side effect of this is that she becomes reliant on her dreams, dissolute w
Sonic FF Ep 9:Frnds.Lk.These 7
Ext. Knothole Detention Cells Night
Angel grumbles with her head resting on her hand. She's sitting on top of a straw mattress (a nice one) in the middle of a spare slat room with bars on the window.
Sally stands nearby holding a tray with a steaming kettle on it and several teacups.
SALLY: Care for a cup of tea? It helps me sleep like anything let me tell you!
Angel's tired eyes swivel to frown at her but she says nothing.
Sally becomes extremely self-conscious, her wide smile fixing on her lips.
SALLY: Yes you might wonder about your accommodations. Truth is we don't have any human sized dwellings because we've never had any human freedom fighters living with us. You understand.
ANGEL: It's a jail cell.
SALLY: To be more accurate it's a 'detention chamber'. Alice and Hunter built it.
ANGEL: So I'm a prisoner?
SALLY: You? Oh no. Actually we've never actually HAD a prisoner before. Never hurts to be prep (she pauses for a time, mind working furiously) um tea?
Some Video Game Story IdeasGame Ideas
Game Type: RPG
A film crew arrives at an abandoned mansion, The Eventide Estate, to do a documentary on the horrific legends surrounding it. They interview the creepy caretakers, do some light investigating and then prepare to stay over in the grand bedrooms of the house itself to get the full experience.
But in the middle of the night there is a piercing scream! One of the crew has been murdered while he was sleeping and when the survivors leave the house to find help they discover the door locked, the windows bricked closed.
There's no choice remaining. Banding together they must travel deeper into the house to find a way out, but within the twisting maze of passages, unexpected and vast underground basements and crypts they unravel the horrific truth behind the events that corrupted the house, its grounds, and threatens to spread its influence beyond.
Each one has a special ability, but one that comes from an unexpected source. The Photographe
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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