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Post by Cali on Jul 22, 2013 4:14:50 GMT 1
The Premise: A forum game where you write out an alternate/extended ending to any movie of any genre where Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) asks the main character (or perhaps a supporting character) to join the Avengers.
Rules:
I. This isn't a point based game, no winning or losing. It's just a bit of fun. II. Script format and traditional novel prose are both allowed. III. Breaking the fourth wall, of course, is allowed, because that can be damned funny if done right. IV: Video games are allowed now, I guess.
I've got a few ideas to be written, particularly from The Big Lebowski, Hard Boiled, Drive, and Shaft, but I'll post them up to here momentarily.
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Post by Clint Johnston on Jul 22, 2013 7:23:29 GMT 1
LOL. Look forward to what you come up with.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 22, 2013 16:23:55 GMT 1
That's the funniest idea ever.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 23, 2013 20:29:06 GMT 1
Post-credits scene from It's a Wonderful Life
After the crowd finish singing Olde Lang Syne and the picture fades from the final production credit over the Liberty Bell, the screen is blank for a couple of seconds. Then FADE IN to an exhausted and joyful GEORGE BAILEY, alone later that night and counting the money given to him by his many loving friends at Bedford Falls. Zuzu's flower is in his lapel and the blood on his chin is dry. He is at peace.
Suddenly, a crisp fifty dollar bill lands on top of the pile. GEORGE looks up, surprised. The camera pans up a sleek black leather jacket to reveal the intimidating face of NICK FURY. He eyes GEORGE incredulously.
FURY: "No man is a failure as long as he has friends?" That's smart.
GEORGE: Wha...? Who, uh, who are you?
FURY: Nick Fury, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Mind if I... sit down, Mister Bai--?
GEORGE: Are you black?!
FURY eyeballs him fiercely.
FURY: Look, if you're here from Mister Potter then don't worry, fella, I got all the money right here...
FURY: Don't worry, that's not it. I'm a friend. Matter of fact I came to ask for your assistance.
GEORGE: Huh, well gee I...
FURY: I'll keep this as plain as I can and cut the bull.
GEORGE: Uh...
FURY: SHIELD has reason to believe you have been contacted by an extra-terrestrial visitor to our world.
GEORGE is silent. FURY cocks an eyebrow and leans in.
FURY: In answer to what I guess you're thinking, we know because we've been watching you. Since you were a kid, George. That part when Old Man Gower hit you in the ear for questioning him about the drugs was... well there were some tears back on our giant flying aircraft carrier headquarters thing, for sure.
GEORGE: Are you an angel? Like Clarence?
FURY: No sir I am not. So that's what he called himself? Clarence. All right I'll level with you all the way. For most of your life you've been a person of great interest to the beings of a world known as Asgard. Clarence, as you know him, is called Hodhr, God of winter, back home and in our files. And because they were watching you, so were we. After today's events, I figured it was time I introduced myself.
GEORGE: I don't... look, what can I do for you?
FURY: I just want to know what you could do for them.
GEORGE: Well gee, Clarence came down here save my life, here!
FURY (surprised): He did?
GEORGE: He sure did. He showed me what Bedford Falls would have turned into if I'd gotten my wish and never been born.
FURY: That right...? We figured it had something to do with their dimension-drive capabilities.
GEORGE: What, uh, what was that about a giant flying aircraft carrier?
FURY pauses and carefully studies GEORGE. A hint of a smile seems to play on his face.
FURY: You always wanted to travel, right?
GEORGE: Uh, yeah.
FURY: Your experience with the Asgardians' alternate timeline tech might just be your passport, if you feel like a break over Christmas. Something's coming from that world, something neither we nor Asgard is ready for. We could use your help.
GEORGE: Well, gosh... look fella, I, uh... what about the Building & Loan, here? Uncle Billy's not gonna be able to look after the place himself for a while, and Mary's a woman, God bless her, so she sure can't do it...
AGENT COULSON steps through the door.
COULSON: Got that covered, sir. Your wife and children have already been relocated to our underwater base and I'll be looking after things here. Potter won't be a problem - we have powerful friends. You just need to pack your case.
FURY: Got one reserved for you here. A big one. Just like you like.
COULSON hands GEORGE a futuristic metal travel case which unfolds itself and opens at GEORGE's palm print, revealing a bullet-proof tailored suit and tie set with a festive green and red design and a large pair of white wings emblazoned on the shoulders and cuffs, plus a strange steel-gripped lasso that glows and hums with a faint green light.
GEORGE: Well gosh darn...
COULSON: George Bailey lassos the moon. Hope you're ready to do it for real. We have reason to believe that'll be Galactus' first target.
GEORGE: I sure hope it doesn't come to that, here, uh...
FURY leans further in as George picks up the lasso.
FURY: Well then you'd better say your prayers. And to answer your earlier question, yes I am black.
GEORGE: Well no offence, but I'm not sure I should be seen with you. Shouldn't you be washing Strategic Homeland Intervention and Enforcement Logistics Division's windows of something?
FURY: That's just what Rogers said... he still keeps holding onto his wallet and staring at me...
GEORGE has replaced his jacket with his new uniform. As he straightens up the lapel, he seems to relax and shares a meaningful look with FURY.
GEORGE: Well all right, I'm with you, here. I don't exactly understand anything you've said, but if you gentlemen need help then, well, it's Christmas. And you're a friend, after all.
FURY: That I am.
They shake hands firmly.
COULSON: Sam Wainwright has a car outside. Thought it'd be less conspicuous than the Stark Industries jump-jet we had ready.
GEORGE: Hee-haw!
COULSON: Yes sir.
FURY leads GEORGE out of the room after the latter corrects his hair and places his hand on the staircase bannister knob. As they pass the door they agitate a small bell, which rings twice.
FURY: Hee-haw.
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GEORGE BAILEY WILL RETURN IN THE AVENGERS 2
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Post by Clint Johnston on Jul 23, 2013 20:46:18 GMT 1
HAHA! That was great. I had no idea you crazy folks across the pond watched the best Christmas Movie of all time (Seriously people over here consistently give me a blank look when I discuss it).
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 23, 2013 20:54:34 GMT 1
99% of the movies we watch are American! But that's actually one of my favourite movies ever. Glad you like it too.
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Post by jklinders on Jul 23, 2013 21:06:25 GMT 1
I was even reading George's lines in jimmy Stewart's voice.
Nicely played Buch, nicely played.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Jul 23, 2013 21:39:51 GMT 1
"It's a Wonderful Life" is one of those movies that got "classic" status because it's beaten into everyone's heads. When it came out, it was a monumental failure; the only way it could have been worse is if Ryan Reynolds were alive in that decade and was cast in that role. Seriously, the only reason it was played so often is someone forgot to renew the copyright and the networks played it into the ground because they were able to do so for free. www.cracked.com/article_19918_6-terrible-decisions-that-gave-us-great-movie-moments.html
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 23, 2013 21:42:42 GMT 1
I read that too - I was really surprised! But I would argue that at least half the reason it's regarded as a classic is that it's sooooo goooooodddddd I tear up every tiiiiiiiiimmmmmeee when they all come in with their moneeeeey
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Post by jklinders on Jul 23, 2013 21:48:50 GMT 1
I know "It's a Wonderful Life" has a lot of fans...I'm not one of them. I'm not a fan of Jimmy Stewart's acting. I can't answer why either of these facts are the case but there you have it. Usually when people say to me "oh that's my favorite Christmas movie" I smile and nod. Sometimes it slips out that I do not like it. For that I am sorry.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Jul 23, 2013 22:08:07 GMT 1
Post-Credit scene from "Sin City".
After the credits, we cut to a dim lit morgue where the camera zooms in to a body on a slab. We see on the toetag the dead man's name was "Marvin". A constant dropping sound is heard as the camera stays focused on the large body of Marv. Suddenly MARV sits up, screaming. He checks out his hands, feet and bald scalp. He pants heavily until he hears someone clapping. The lights go on as we see a man in a slick black leather jacket is sat across of MARV , clapping.
FURY: -stops clapping- You are one hell of a bad ass mother fucker, Marv. -takes out a notepad- You injured four cops, turned their patrol car into a submarine, killed a priest, killed a at least twenty-six hitmen, vandalised the giant statue of a respectable Cardinal, killed said Cardinal...-flips a page- Oh man, you killed a shitload of people didnt you? MARV: Who the hell are you?! FURY; -puts the notepad away- Nick Fury, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. MARV: Sounds like a stupid fucking name. FURY: Preaching to the choir, Hellboy. Senator Roark owes me a favour and I gladly wanted to take you off his hands because...well you are very hard to kill and you did a real number on this town on your crusade. MARV: Why am I still alive? You gave me enough juice to light up half of Sin City for three months. FURY: That is a good question.
Fury grabs a pack of cigarettes and lits one, he offers one to Marv who takes it gladly and has a smoke.
Fury: You have been on our list for some time now. MARV: List, the fuck you talking about? FURY: Near super human strength and agility, large lung capacity despite the fact you smoke three packs a day and the uncanny ability to survive gunshots at point blank range...and you just keep on swinging. Did anyone tell you the shit you did isn't normal for a man your size and age? MARV: I dont normally give a damn about what people think...what do you want and why am I not dead? FURY: -smirks and sits down- Marv, you are a unknown and near Immortal from what we could piece together. Hell our guys dont even know what you are exactly. A demon, a animal man, an alien? MARV: I beat people up with my mitts, any shmuck can do that. FURY: Yeah but most would give up after being shot five hundred times in the chest or being run over twice. You got your quirks, with you taking crazy pills and the torture fetish...but you got a good heart and you just tapped into a greater potential we want to help you unfold. We could use someone in a team we're scrambling together. MARV: What team? Fury; -smirking- What do you know about the Avengers Initiative?
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MARV WILL RETURN IN THE AVENGERS 2
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Jul 23, 2013 22:46:14 GMT 1
I realize "The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim" is not a movie (though if it was, I'd be all over that!), but I had a rather intriguing notion of SHIELD recruiting The Dovahkiin. So after much writing and re-tweaking, I present to you:
Nick Fury Recruits The Dovahkiin
*affects tone of The Joker a la Heath Ledger* "And heeere ... we ... GO!"
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The sun was sinking behind the mountains as Talia emerged from the courtyard of the Temple of Mara in Riften, heading for home. Oh, she could have slept down below, in one of the rooms that branched off from The Ragged Flagon, but while she had been a member of the Thieves' Guild for nearly six months now, she still didn't trust most of them enough to let her guard down while in the Flagon, or the Cistern. Brynjolf seemed okay, and Vex was rather... intriguing ('I wonder what it would take to get that one to let her hair down? So to speak...'), but there was something twisted about that Mercer Frey that got Talia's hackles up. So, it would have to be Honeyside. For now.
As she arrived at her house near Riften's main gates, Talia noticed something seemed... off, somehow. While the house looked undisturbed, and the front door was closed, some sixth sense niggled at her, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Talia slowed her pace, a barely noticable slowing, as she subtly slid her dagger from her wrist-sheath into her steady hand. Placing her free hand on the handle, she flung the door open and whirled into the house, shutting and locking the door behind her in one smooth motion, while raising the dagger in a defensive stance.
There, standing just in the doorway leading from the main entryway into the back room of the house, stood a tall bald man, a Redguard, from the looks of him. He wore an eyepatch over one eye, and a strange-looking black leather cloak with narrower sleeves than Talia was used to seeing on such a cloak.
"Who in Oblivion are you, and what are you doing in my home?" Talia snapped, pointing the dagger threateningly at the man.
"My name is Nick Fury, and I represent The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, or S.H.I.E.L.D. I have come looking for you, Talia Dragon-Born." The man ('Nick Fury - what kind of a name is that?') held up his hands in a non-threatening gesture. "Would you mind putting that blade away? I have not come to threaten you, I have come to invite you to join a group of people who are somewhat like you."
Talia hesitated, then decided the man posed no real threat to her. After all, with her... talents... regarding the Thu'um, if he turned out to be a threat, she could dispose of him in other ways. "So, what is this about? You say there are others like me? I was told I was the only Dragonborn around."
Fury took a step towards the table and took a seat, gesturing for Talia to do the same. As she moved to take her own seat, he spoke up. "Well, I say they are like you; what I really mean is they each have a specific set of powers that makes them unique, in their own way. There is one, an Asgardian who wields the power of Thunder and Lightning; a pair of humans - former assassins who now work for S.H.I.E.L.D - one of whom is rather handy with a bow, and the other is unmatched in stealth and infiltration. Among others. What we are looking for is someone with your talents to join us, to help defend the world from other-worldly threats. Like your dragons for example."
As Fury spoke, Talia's mind was racing. 'This is... incredible. Unbelievable, in fact. How can I be sure he's on the level here?'
"Wait just a moment here, how do I know this isn't some scam to get me out of Riften, or to lead me into some trap?" Talia said, suspiciously.
Fury reached into his oddly-styled cloak and drew out a hard, flat tablet that looked like nothing Talia had ever seen before. "I can show you this," he said, holding it up so Talia could see the face of it. "This is a video of a recent battle against the Chitauri in New York City. This is what we are up against, this and - I expect - so much more."
Talia took the tablet, marvelling for a moment over the sleek material that had at first made her think of obsidian, but now she realized was something else entirely. She watched the moving pictures on the face of the tablet, her eyes widening as she saw vaguely humanoid creatures attacking the humans at ground level, while enormous creatures that vaguely resembled the Chaurus flying around and destroying tall buildings, while the humans ran for cover. She watched as a man in sleeveless black armour took down many attackers with his bow, and a red-haired woman in similar armour fought ferociously, at first with an odd weapon that made a loud cracking noise, and then hand-to-hand. She watched as a blond man in colourful armour swung what appeared to be a short-handled warhammer into the heads of the humanoid attackers, while a colourful Iron Man-shaped machine flew around battling the things that looked like Chaurus.
Talia slowly lowered the tablet to the table, her eyes unblinking as she took a few deep breaths. She looked up at the man - ('Nick Fury') - and finally spoke.
"What do I need to do?"
Nick Fury smiled, relieved, as he took back the tablet.
"Let me tell you about The Avengers Initiative."
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Talia Dragon-Born, a.k.a The Dovahkiin, will return next summer in The Avengers 2.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 23, 2013 22:46:24 GMT 1
Forgive me is this one is breaking the rules, but:
The post-credits scene from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
As the credits finish and triumphantly give a final fanfare to both the Hero of Time and one of the greatest adventure games ever played, we FADE BACK IN to see the young hero with his little horse Epona, strolling away from Kokira Forest and into the wide world once again.
As they venture through the woods, they hear a sound and the hero spins around. Out of nowhere, a strange shadowy figure can be seen at the end of the bridge, wearing Majora's Mask. NAVI the fairy jumps up in surprise and turns red.
NAVI: Watch out!
HERO: HAH!
The figure removes his mask and steps forward. It is NICK FURY. Towering above the other three characters, he strolls up clapping his hands.
FURY: Well, well, well. Opened the Temple of Time, found the Master Sword, rescued the Gorons and the Zora, stole a horse, saved the girl, beat the bad guy and become a fine woodwind player slash mask salesman. Nice work, hero. Or should I call you... (FURY looks at the character name input) uh, really?
HERO: AIIIIII!
FURY: Or should I call you BAG_O_DIXX?
HERO: HAH! HAH HAH!
NAVI: HEY!
The hero starts breaking some nearby pots and lifting rocks over his head while rolling around as if in a trance.
HERO: AIIIIIIAAA
NAVI: HEY! LISTEN!
The hero stops and listens as NAVI floats over FURY's head and turns green.
FURY: Thank you. Son I know you just got done saving the kingdom from evil, but what if I told you there was something worse out there than a man who turns into a giant pig who can only be killed by stabbing him in the tail? What if I told you there was a world out there about to be crushed to pieces by a force from another world? And I do not mean Clock Town. I mean every damn thing in this wide world.
NAVI: HEY!
HERO: AIIIIIII!? HAH HAH! Ughh
FURY: My thoughts exactly. You may not have noticed this but I've had two of my best agents following you since you left this forest for the first time. Agent Barton disguised himself as an owl and put on a funny voice, even though nobody asked him to... and agent Romanov has one very cut-up chicken costume and a lot of questions for you.
HERO: HUH! HAH! AIIII
FURY: She'll get over it, but I might have to keep you two separated for a while.
HERO: HUH!
FURY: I'm assembling a team of exceptional people, BAG_O_DIXX, and a kid who fences skeletons, carries magical arrows and survives the water temple without losing his mind or laddering his tights fits the bill.
FURY tosses a dossier at the hero, who lifts it above his head in both hands, grinning.
NAVI: HEY! HEY! WATCH OUT! HEY!
FURY: Oh, and agent Barton?
An owl emerges from nowhere, lifts a bow and flings an arrow through NAVI, killing her instantly.
FURY: God damn is that annoying!
HERO: HAH! HAH HAH HAH!
FURY: Don't take too long, hero. There are worlds out there with more than one field and no place to stock up on hearts. They could use you.
HERO: AIIIAAAIIUUUUU.
FURY: You can count on it.
HERO: HUH!!
FURY: Seriously I promise - whole warehouses full o' pots if need be.
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--THE HERO OF TIME WILL RETURN IN THE AVENGERS 2--
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 23, 2013 22:52:41 GMT 1
I liked both of those! Where's Cali when you need him? I demand Cali entries.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Jul 24, 2013 0:10:23 GMT 1
Buch wins with Zelda, cant be topped....unless someone does Mario.
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