The producer, who will be known as Queenie, is a fickle beast, and the star of the show. If she decides it's not the stupidest piece of crap ever put on film, and decides not to cut me wholly from the show, I may be able to let you peoplez see it.
It's gonna be awesome. Here's some promotional pics I drew:
|The coolest zombie you'll ever "meat."|
|The killer of the coolest zombie you'll ever "meat."|
I don't know the name of the show, **when I wrote this** or I would have put it on the promo pics somewhere.
Anyway, how did this come about? How did the amazing Master Rafe become entoiled with amateur filmmakers of YouTube repute, and cast as, of all things, the coolest zombie you're ever going to meet?
Basically they interrupted my movie time and said "Come out here and help us." And so... I went. At first they told me that I was going to play a dead body that Queenie was going to throw at the zombie. I questioned the feasibility of throwing me anywhere, and they assured me, because of my epically skinny skinniness, they would have no trouble throwing me. Still, when I reached the set, they said I had been recast.
"You're going to be a zombie now. We need you to be dead and then get up." Said the director, who you may remember as the villainous honker, Evic.
|Still enjoys honking.|
I looked around the set for a moment. I spied a pool table.
|I like pool.|
"Can I be dead on the pool table?" I asked.
"Sure." She answered.
So I died on the pool table.
|I would DIE for pool! >:O|
Even longer than necessary actually.
You see, they didn't just have me lie there, get up, chase Queenie and go home. I had to lie there in a hot garage with no AC or fans and be dead while a whole different scene was played out. At the END of the scene I got up and chased Queenie.
At one point they asked if I was okay. I said "I'm sweating into my eyes, and it stings."
The next thing I knew Queenie was vigorously rubbing my eyeballs with a paper towel.
AUGH!!! I screamed, "Now I've been eye molested!"
Finally it came my turn to attack her.
By this time I was hot, tired (from lying there) and in pain. I thought what the hey? I'm gonna get my day in the sun. I took a "sit up, chase her, die" scene and turned it into, "sit up, taste your own blood, chase her around the pool table, get stabbed with a pool cue, break the cue off in my stomach, continue chasing, get knocked over the head, shot through the mouth, die, get up again, chase some more, get caught in a door, try to eat my own arm, smash my own head in the door" scene.
To put it lightly, I ad libbed a bit.
Both the director and producer kept laughing and kept shooting.
Evic said they'd probably keep it all in there. We'll see. It was fun, anyway. **It's epically in there!!!**
I'll tell you when (if) it gets on YouTube.
Pride and PrejudiceIn related news (related via the work of Seth Grahame-Smith) I am reading Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. I have to say I was surprised with the brilliance and readability of her prose. I found it much akin to that of Agatha Christie's. -_- I believe I will finish it.
And, as always, Go do some evil!