A MAN, probably in his mid-30's, is dressed in a rumpled dark gray suit, shoulders slumped. He holds a tattered briefcase, swinging slightly at his side as he walks away from the subway station and down the sidewalk to his apartment building. And then we hear it...the click.
MAN VO: It's always there. Don't you hear it? That click, click, click. It never stops.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING
The MAN enters his building and walks up the creaky stairs case to his third floor apartment. Everything in there looks broken or used/2nd hand. More CLICKING. He drops his briefcase by the door along with his keys on the wall and his jacket in the coat closet.
MAN VO: When I eat. When I sleep. When I'm taking a shit. Always clicking.
The MAN goes to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of scotch, nearly...
I don't know if it's already been suggested, but I think that the whole idea of 'Second Life' could be explored. By which I mean the virtual world Second Life. It says in the article that I linked to that there are over 21 million accounts. That's a lot of virtual living.
I'm thinking that there is plenty of potential there for stories, whether humorous or poignant, and that the animators here could create some incredible virtual worlds for these stories to take place in.
I found another link here which I thought was funny and thought-provoking: How Second Life affects Real Life.
I recently read something that tootwofoursquare said about no one in her personal life knows that she's on Hitrecord and writes. And I'm the same way. No one knows that I do this because I'm so terrified about people in my, as she wrote "real world" knowing that I write and potentially seeing it and judging it. Is it weird that I'm more comfortable letting strangers see a part of me that even my closest friends and family don't? Maybe it's just a confidence issue, or its nice to have a secret life? I dont know.
Im even planning on going to the HOA this summer and am trying to figure out a way to tell people that Im leaving without actually telling anyone what Im doing.
And I'm wondering at 6am because I couldn't sleep, and I'm about to get up and go to a job that is in no way creative and...
I want to tell you a story.
A true story.
It's about me and my avatar. Or is it my avatar and me?
It started when I played the online game "2 Worlds".
I got to choose whomever I wanted to be.
I chose to be a Spanish soldier from the 15th Century.
Travelling with Columbus.
But here's the kicker: when playing "Two Worlds", your avatar gets to be you...and live YOUR life.
He creates your world inside the computer and when I was not off on my conquest of the Americas, I got to watch him live my life.
My wife and kids seemed so...real.
It was fascinating...at first.
Then it became weird...creepy.
My wife and kids seemed much happier with my avatar.
I became insanely jealous.
Especially watching him in bed with my wife.
I finally said, "No more...I am quitting this game...and I'm reporting this...
WRITERS: Contribute Ideas, Stories & Scripts that explore the relationship between a Player & his Avatar.
NOTE: Please use THIS TEXT RECORD as a reference
- Write a Script or a Story Treatment about a Virtual World
- Contribute Ideas, Stories & Scripts that explore the relationship between a Player & his Avatar
- EVERYONE W/ A CAMERA: RECord a Video Testimonial about a specific experience you've had w/ online gaming
- Draw Visuals for this collab
- Make an Album of your favorite contributions for this collab