While recording music, my band started messing around with the royalty-free sample tracks that came with our recording software. We eventually took to improvising commercial voice-overs for them based on what sort of product they’d be used for. Here’s one for a UFC fight.
A story of a high school student that comes back 9 years later to ruin the lives of his/her tormentors. Could be ruin lives or kill. Then there is a classmate who is a detective who has to find the killer. Need a scene where the detective finds the killer’s room with a yearbook, and there is red marker crossing out victims.
well you can make it about your stuck in your house all alone, just both you and ur friend are trying to escape but the doors or windows wont open, and there is a invisible ghost after you guys?
you could try that i guess
i hope it works out for u guys, and i would love to watch the movie once its madeSources: i like horror movies xx
How about one of you dresses up as a ghost (a sheet will do) and chase the other round the house? That’d be awesome xx
finding out that you might be adopted
Hmm… lets say:
1. A group of teens went camping in a forest that was known to be haunted by a witch or something else(think of it its not hard :P), and they all die one by one, till a boy/girl(you chose) ran out of it and bla bla you find the end :P.
2. A group of girls were playing truth or dare in one’s house, and … cmon you know the Bloody Mary story :PSources: My Amazing Mind
secret powerful cults …plotting to reduce the worlds population to under 500 million by poisoning our water, crops and medicine/vaccines
robot revolt….intelligent thinking machines in the future, smarter than and indistinguishable from, humans who realize the to keep mankind from destroy them they need to govern us for our own good
alien invasion….clones, hybrids, genetic engineering, abductions, covertly plotting to take over the world
asteroid/comet stike…a chunk of rock/ice the size of manhattan island collides with earth resulting in a extinction level event (true story look up Apophis 2029)
eugenics programs…controlled mutations of the genome and test tube technology leading to the emergence of a superior strain of human beings, the superior few will maintain that justice demands they rule over the inferior many.
zombie apocalypse…dead cannibals devoted to consuming all life on earth every single second of every day
fourth dimensional beings…creatures able to to appear and dematerialize at will, change shaoe remarkably, pluck us out of locked rooms and make us appear from nowhere also sum other unpleasant things like turning us inside out
nuclear total war/ biological epidemic…the few survivors fight for control and struggle to stay alive
alone in a BIG OLD MANSION in middle of nowhere. weird noises, distance footstep, distance door creaking, wolf howl, cat wondering around, no electricity (just candle for light). GOOD LUCK, send me a copy :D
A girl looking for a perfect high school year but her enemy comes back to school after nearly killing her friend will she be next…………..
Hello. I am not typing this myself. I am dictating it to someone who can. I am unable to type because I concurrently ingested multiple Pizza Hut products last night.
Though I blame no one for what’s happened to me, I will say for narrative reasons that it was my friends’ idea. It simply was. They would verify this claim if they still could.
The friend who agreed to call Pizza Hut—we’ll call her Piss the Monitor Lizard—needed to do it from my phone because hers wasn’t working. Reluctantly, I allowed it. She read the number to me:
“732,” she said.
“732,” I repeated.
“329…”
“Mhm.”
“…55…”
“…okay.”
“…0.”
“Alri—”
“999999999999.”
I dialed and handed the phone to Piss the Monitor Lizard. Here’s what I heard her say:
“Hi, I’d like to place an order for delivery? Okay, we’d like one large pizza and—what? Oh, alright. We’d like one large pizzahut, then, and two orders of breadsticks. And I th—isn’t that what I said? Breadsticks? Breadsticks. What? Breh…stiss? Alright, two orders of brehstiss, then. That’s all. Thanks. Hello? Hello?”
“It hung up,” she said.
“What the hell was ‘brehstiss’ about?” asked my other friend, who we’ll call Lionel “Stockbrokin” Manhole.
Piss the Monitor Lizard explained to Stockbrokin’ Manhole that whatever was on the other end of that line told her that for legal reasons, Pizza Hut wasn’t allowed to call their product pizza. In 2003, the FDA had categorized it as a Class III Comestible Polymer, so you literally could not order a pizza or breadsticks from Pizza Hut. They only sold pizzahuts and brehstiss now.
“What was weird,” said Piss, “was that the…person?…whatever I spoke to told me in detail about the pains they went through to limit media coverage of the FDA’s decision. That’s why I was talking to him for so long.”
“But Piss,” said a third friend who we’ll simply call The Capicola Nightmare, “you were only on the phone for about thirty seconds.”
Piss looked confused, and then at the clock. When she saw that only a minute or so had elapsed since she picked up the phone, the color drained from her face. “No,” she said, “that doesn’t make sense. He went on talking for literally like twenty minutes. There’s no way. I know what thirty seconds feels like, and I know what twenty…there’s just no way.”
“Piss,” I said, “your ear is bleeding.”
***
And so we all sat there, in utero of a pregnant pause, waiting for our pizzahut and brehstiss. We looked like we’d just accidentally killed someone and tried to cover it up. Piss stared at her watch.
After a few minutes, The Capicola Nightmare said, “Hey, did you give it our address? Piss. Piss. Did you give it our address?”
“No,” Piss said, her eyes glassy with tears, “I don’t think I did.”
There was a knock on the door.
“No. There’s no way.”
It being her house, Stockbrokin’ Manhole agreed to answer the door. After a moment she returned to the table. Without a word, she grabbed the money from the table.
It is Friday yet!
This is very hilarious.
Dan, Kelly, and Arthur handed out these unbelievably hilarious fake restaurant menus at the Great Googa Mooga Festival in Brooklyn this weekend, and people are freaking out about them. Click through to see the whole thing. It’s a big batch of truly inspired gut-busting nonsense.
This made me laugh so so so so hard. Click through to see the whole thing.
One way that psychologists have found to test whether something is seen as an object is by turning it upside down. Pictures of people present a recognition problem when they’re turned upside down, but pictures of objects don’t have that problem. So Bernard and his colleagues used a test where they presented pictures of men and women in sexualized poses, wearing underwear. Each participant watched the pictures appear one by one on a computer screen. Some of the pictures were right side up and some were upside down. After each picture, there was a second of black screen, then the participant was shown two images. They were supposed to choose the one that matched the one they had just seen.
People recognized right-side-up men better than upside-down men, suggesting that they were seeing the sexualized men as people. But the women in underwear weren’t any harder to recognize when they were upside down—which is consistent with the idea that people see sexy women as objects. There was no difference between male and female participants. [via]
Sexualize, dehumanize, objectify, exploit, discard.
