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Antihero (working title); Just a new thing I'm trying out
Topic Started: Dec 30 2008, 10:32 AM (164 Views)
D. Black
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I want some honest opinions, suggestions, or whatever. I'm just expirementing here and I'm unsure about it so far. My idea is to have a working-class, late twenties, anti-heroic character. Basically a combonation of the Narrator from Fight Club, the Punisher from the Punisher comics, and Rorschach from Watchmen.

Again, this is just a first draft. I have no idea where I'm going with this.

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Journal entry 1- September 27th, 1987

Good afternoon, world.

It’s been three years today since I moved into this apartment from Hell. I celebrated tonight by eating a Big Mac after work. The amazing thing about fast food is that no matter what hunger crisis the world is in, Ronald McDonald and all of his buddies always still seem to be kickin’ out burgers. And while they’re all doing that, America’s little John and Jane Doe’s are digesting, eating, and shitting the very garbage they threw out last Friday in the convenient form of two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun. America - O beautiful for spacious skies…

You know those sci-fi movies where the aliens keep coming out of this giant hole thing? And the only way for the astronauts to stop them coming out is to blow up said giant hole thing? I’ll bet you anything Los Angeles has one of those somewhere…in some abandoned warehouse on some abandoned industrial plant on some decrepit city street, there’s a giant spawning hole thing where all of the insects of the city crawl out from. They writhe in agony and go searching for someone who doesn’t mind having his own vampires. They slither down the streets with their cocaine and their heroin and their sawed-off shotguns and their ’73 Impalas.

I want to be a pest control man when I grow up.

I’ve often thought about it…just going out one night and sitting on a bench at an intersection. Maybe light a cigarette, maybe read the paper underneath the glow of the dying streetlights, and wait. Just wait for one of those bugs to crawl out from their cesspools and try to rob some poor mother or sell diseases-in-a-needle to some high school kid. When that would happen, I’d walk over to it, my footsteps making earthquakes in the sidewalk. I’d wrap my hand around my friend Mrs. 9mm and pleasure her. I’d tell the kid or the mother or whoever the parasite was bothering this evening to leave quickly. Once they were gone, I’d take another puff from my cigarette and blow the smoke in it’s’ face. Maybe it’d see shapes of animals in the cloud. Whatever it saw, in five seconds it’d have a bullet in place of where it’s life had been.

This city is full of shit and I long to flush it down the toilet.
Edited by D. Black, Dec 30 2008, 10:33 AM.
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I like it as a start; it has potential for a sort of Constantine feel.
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I'm going for a graphic novel type feel...so I can see where you're getting that from.

Thank you.
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