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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
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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