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electrification. |
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Yah, OK. I'd call all the staff members to the entrance under the chandelier and open the front entry doorway for more natural light to supplement the sunroof. It'd be about 3 PM, which would get everyone curious, as staff leisure time usually would start at 2 PM. So anyway, everyone would come down that fucking wide-ass staircase that about 90% of you are imagining right now, and there'd be tons of quiet commotion. Cuz really, that's the most exciting part of their lives. Those pathetic little bitches. What's important, though, is that the whole thing be shot in 35mm, cuz I really want that shallow depth of field. So after everyone is gathered and I do my usual 1-2 clap in the air, everyone is prepared for my mysterious announcement. They've all memorized my elbows, and I always consult them when my elbows don't feel quite right. Their useful knowledge of my elbows is going to make what I have to tell them now very difficult... The crowding of the staircase emphasizes the staff of epic proportions. Everything is glowing white. Everything seems to be crystalline and so pure. My staff; so perfect. So the camera shot begins wide and from my above-right, showing butler'd doorway, me, the large marble entrance with circular geometric pattern, and the staff pouring out of the staircase, going off screen (to the right). The shot then slowly moves-in behind me while keeping focus on the staff, to an almost first-person view. Narrow depth of field shot, blurring the back of my head to the left and putting the staff into focus on the right (3/4 of 16:9 screen). The staff excitedly waits. My hands are still above my head from clapping. My deltoids are burning. "Staff!", I call out; putting my arms down. I then turn 180° to my right and face the main entrance; the camera pulling focus to my face as I turn. The staff becomes totally out of focus, and the sunroof-lit crowd becomes overpowered by the front-door-lit-me. I look out the open front doorway. |
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"(Staff. . . . . . . . ) I have a surprise for you." Then BAM! My face goes dark and out of focus, and the staff become brightly-lit and crisply focused. They're all dead. Everyone's dead. But not just like corpses. Fucking some have no heads with blood shooting out of their vibrating bodies like ketchup. And some have no arms with their genitalia scooped out with a shovel. Some people are just toes. There's even one woman who's just a torso 20 feet in the air and stuck to some powerful motor behind the wall, so she's fucking spinning at like 300 RPM. Yah. Above the staircase, about 4 feet above the bannister, there's a woman's torso spinning like mad; pale pubic hair straightened like a spike from centrifugal force. Surrounding her body is just a huge spiral of dried blood, up to the 50 foot ceiling. Due to the 24 frames per second of 35mm film and the RPM of the motor spinning the woman, there's a bit of a strobing effect. The thing is, this woman has very pale skin but also very dark and large areolae around her nipples. In fact, her whole breasts just look like gelatinous obsidian. But anyway, so when she's spinning and with the strobing effect, it looks like yin-yang. AAANYWAY, 457 staff members died in some gruesome manner, in about 5 seconds. And then after the camera is done panning and zooming around this landscape of gore for a few minutes, the camera turns 180° to the left, facing the entry doorway. The sunlight is still shining-in from the afternoon; the glowing orange becoming the full-frame backdrop to the dark silhouette of my body, with arms and legs in an X-formation, naked, spinning furiously in one of those massive gyroscopes. The End |
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Surprise, Staff! by Jason Asato |
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what a wonderful story ^_^ tnx |
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Thanks! You're welcome. |
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you're sam remi :) |
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would you? yes you |
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