Happy birthday my man!!! <3

The Art Ninjas struck and left sacrament on your doorstep ;^)

Speaking of sacrament, that is the name of our next feature for Prologues!

I'm going to start my journey into Prologues with the group concept first, as opposed to my personal practice; I get to get my hands dirty, and learn how to oil the machine better that way anyway...

Anyway (now, double anyway [now tripple {AHHH INFINITY!!!!}]), The story was written by our co-founder Captain Leeson, and last weekend our other brother Alex and I hashed out some concept drwarings and framed out how the story board should look for the first two pages of our prologue, and they looked a little something like this:


Monk Concept (we changed the face to not have a beard) (duh)


Hunter Concept

The script is written as follows:

EXT. THICK ROLLING FOREST

The trees are thick and dark, the forest floor is sparse. A
brown robed MONK and a leather clad HUNTER saunter along a
dimly lit path that meanders through the trees. The monk has
a leather satchel and a walking staff while the hunter
sports a bow on his back and a short sword on his belt.

MONK
The body of the beast lay in a
meadow not far from here.

HUNTER
You're certain it was the monster I
seek?

MONK
Part man, part wolf? I am certain.

A sharp noise cracks ahead of them and the Hunter grabs the
Monk and pulls him back as they stop and listen. The monk
stares at the hunter as he slowly and quietly pulls
something from his bag and eats it.

HUNTER
What is it that you're eating?

MONK
My sacrament. It's brings holy
communion with god.

The Hunter silences him and listens a moment before
beckoning him onward.

HUNTER
Let's hurry. I don't want to be
caught in these woods after dark.

The Hunter presses onward in front as the monk follows
behind him. As they make there way into a particularly dark
stretch of woods, the Hunter slowly begins to change shape
and morph into a Werewolf. The monk calmly reaches into his
satchel and removes a bright blade, raising his arm and
plunging it down in a swift arc, planting the knife into the
back of the transforming Hunter. The Hunter falls to his
knees, morphing back into full human form. His head drops
down and he stares at the ground as he slowly slumps over
onto the forest floor.

MONK
I was mistaken. It is here that the
beast lay.



Here is how we decided to draw up the two story board pages for our rough draft:

Page 1


Page 2


Next I need to fill in the dialogue bubbles, and get approval from the client (in this case the rest of The Wolfgang)

Pretty neat huh??? We makin' stuff like graphic novels, and it is fun as [removed by editor]!

Stay tuned for the final draft on my next post.

Until next time kids!!! and always remember to brush your teeth =^D