nader_mission

nader_mission @ 2008-08-20T20:47:00

2008-08-21T03:47:26Z

A bunch of pre-vis photos.

PHOTOS! FINALLY!

2008-08-09T23:05:46Z

So I just got a camera so I can put some photos of work weve been doing recently. Keep in mind it's still simplistic, we're still looking for a visual style, so, bear with us. These are all unfinished except the one done in ink, which could end up being bonus material or something, because it's a great image.

http://picasaweb.google.com/byrodude/Cyburbia this is the full gallery. and here are my fav's thus far:

And another take on Nader, closer to what will be in the book.

Page 4

2008-07-30T11:41:03Z

Panel One: Cyburbia, in what looks like downtown LA. The city is filled with Avatars, making their way from shop to shop, venue to venue. Everything is geographically accurate, but the signs don't just stop at the sidewalks, oh no, the advertisements float through the air, attacking the innocent consumers, but they don't seem to mind, they don't even seem to really notice. Giant roadsigns float over head, with directions to the different boroughs of Los Angeles ominously pointing the way.

NAder: This city didn't use to look like this, hell, it didn't use to smell like this either. The smells. That's something they never really perfected, not for a lack of trying. It just rings false in the human brain, when there are no odd, or foul scents mingled in with the good. Believe me, during update 2.79, just about five years ago, people were glad to have the olfactory sensors finally shut off. Even the early adopters felt it was something that should have been left out.

Panel Two: Nader lifts up his glasses to see a filthy, blown out, ghost town, the structures mimicking Cyburbia, but almost devoid of human life. The city is still busy, thousands of people still walk the streets, but no one is interacting, everyone is caught in the net.

Nader: Not to say I blame them. You understand the history of a city by it's smells. This city, long past it's prime, smelled like a wet dog, kicked and beaten, limping along on it's last three legs. No one here notices the stench, it's easy enough to ignore. When the eyes are focused on so many more interesting things, floating around Cyburbia, They see each other, or at least their avatars, but they don't interact, how can they, when they're caught in the Net?

Panel Three: Erick, walking alongside Nader, punches him playfully.

Erick: Our turn is here. Did you hear me? Take those goddamned glasses off, I'm standing right next to you.

NAder: What? Oh, sorry, I was just checking my mail.

Erick: Sure you were, or were checking out the blonde's info across the street. Good luck buddy, this is LA, people still only care how much you got in the bank. Or whether you got wheels. And speaking of wheels, Get a load of this puppy.

Panel Four: They turn into an old parking garage beneath a skyscraper. The parking lot is half full of sports cars.

Nader: I didn't know you had a car? Jesus Erick, how much do you make?

Erick: Just enough to afford one, lemme tell ya, feeding these things ain't cheap. All my tax breaks for helping the poor and unfortunates are wiped out by this thing. But wait'll you see the mileage.

nader_mission @ 2008-07-13T15:31:00

2008-07-13T23:26:16Z

Character descriptions for issue one:

Nostradamus (Nader) Mission:
Always wears a black skinny tie, tennis shoes and a button up white shirt. he's got a tech-ish looking jacket, that he always leaves open. the jackets are "climate controlled" meaning they either have ice packs built in, or have a cool lining powered by kinetic movement. he has short brown hair. During the flashbacks his hair is long. He's rather skinny, unassuming and pretty tall. he's not the normal hero for a story. he's not a fighter. he can't survive a huge brawl, he survives on wit, and cunning and speed. 6'1, green eyes. 27.

Nightwing: A black and white great dane. he has a device called the "VoxBox" that hangs around his throat. it produces english from his barks, by analyzing the vocal patterns and looking for emotional information in the bark. it's also known as the bow-lingual translator. the dog is huge. it stands about half the height of nader. the dog is really smart. 5 years old.

Willy Loman: A loud, flamboyant seeker about 24. black, pink tri-hawk, in the first issue he's wearing a morrissey shirt. reaaaaally skinny. wears big white glasses. wears a similar version of nader's "coolsuit' except it's white, and sleeker, doesn't go past the torso, like nader's does, and the collar isn't extended. wears skinny jeans.

Erick flashback: short, hairy mexican with facial hair. about 25. his hair is big and curly. wearing a tux, a bit futuristic.
Erick Today: wears a tan trenchcoat with the sleeves pushed up. raybans, a man bag. looks sure of himself. he's now a hollywood script reader, hollywood as shit., usually wears a tie.

Rebecca flashback: wears a jade dress with no shoulders. a strap goes around the neck, she has dark brown hair, with a white streak on one side. she's slender, but shapey.

Kathryn flashback: An amazingly beautiful girl about 21. dirty blonde with big green eyes. a long neck. slender. her hair at first is up in a ponytail, but she let's it down later and it's at just past shoulder length. her dress is a shoulderless black and white pattern, almost like a blotch test. she wears a red choker around her neck.

Agent Ellis: A bald white man about 55. A big thick beard. tall, a bit stocky, but not overly so. about 5'10. very menacing, yet compassionate eyes.

DHS Agents: Think swat teams. very dystopian. facist.

The headbanging punk: a ridiculously large red white and blue mohawk. wearing a crust punk t-shirt that says "The Cooters" super skinny with skinny jeans.

LEROY: notice the high collars? i like that look. the color is atrocious, but that's a given. gray would be best for nader. for willy i'm thinking like a white motorcyle jacket, with a clasp arond the neck, lots of zippers and pockets.

Temperature-Controlling Jackets

These jackets, designed by the Center for Biomimetic and Natural Technologies in the UK, adapt to changing temperatures by opening up thin spikes of wool when warm and shutting the wool spikes tight when cold. The researchers actually got the idea from pinecones, which close when they become moist (or sweaty) at high temperatures, and open when the spikes dry at lower temperatures.

Page 1 & 2 & 3

2008-04-28T11:08:54Z

Page One (Four Panels)

Panel One: A middle aged man in a nice blue suit sits back at a desk, the light from his glasses splashing across his face amidst the darkness.

Panel Two: The man takes off the glasses, and sets them on the counter, stereoscopic images dancing on the lenses.

Panel Three: The man approaches the window looking out on a bright bustling vista, an island to the southeast of downtown San Diego.

Nader (V.O.): In Cyburbia, you can do anything.

Panel Four: The man stand at the edge of the window, tie flapping in the wind. He looks peaceful.

NAder (V.O.): Flying was written into the very first version. Crazy enough, it's a very efficient way of getting around.

Page Two: Full page spread of the man falling, hands outstreched, smiling.

Panel One: The sense of freedom is dizzying. It's unlike anything at all. Liberation.

Nader (V.O.): Unfortunately, the real world holds lots of very hard truths.

Page 3: One page spread of the man crushed against the ground, blood, guts, and gore splattered all over the ground and around the sidewalk. A truly hideous spectacle, people are crying, and running from the sickening horror.

Nader (V.O.): Humans can't fly.

End of issue one.

2008-04-23T22:51:25Z

Hey everybody! I hope you have enjoyed issue one! I finally got the whole thing up, whew! I'm not sure all of you know this, but this is a rather backlogged journal. Most of the stuff I post here was written months ago, and as incentive for myself, I started posting the first issue every time I finish a new page, which chronologically I'm much further ahead on. Also, I only publish the unedited versions, because I had a friend tell me that if you're looking for eventual print publishing to definitely avoid posting on the internet because piracy is a huge concern for publishers right now, and they don't know how long your material has been floating around without "control". Heh, it's always about control, isn't it? Anyways, I'd like to hear from people, get some comments or ideas. What you liked, what you didn't like. I still have time to make some adjustments before the script get finalized. I noticed I picked up quite a few readers in the last two weeks or so when I xposted to byrodude so I'm going to start posting some announcements on myspace, facebook and byrodude.

Page 30

2008-04-23T22:37:21Z

Page 30 (One page spread)

Panel One: An over head shot, the two are conversing heatedly and the photo lies revealed on the table, it is clearly seen for the first time, showing Kathryn's face unaware and blank. The photo is the screenshot he took before he got logged out of Cyburbia.

Nader: I think that avatar is a mindseye of Kathryn, because I think that Kathryn is still alive. And I think she's coming after me.

END OF ISSUE ONE.

Page 29

2008-04-23T22:32:16Z

Page 29 (Ten Panels)

Panel One: Nader exits the large building, which looks frighteningly similar to Union Station in downtown LA.

Panel Two: As he reaches the end of a hall, a man is jumping up and down, waving. The man is wearing a tan trench coat with the sleeves pushed up, sunglasses and a very 80's striped shirt.

Erick: Nader! Nader! Over here!

Nader: Erick! Jesus Christ it's good to see you.

Panel Three: They hug and Nader whispers in Erick's ear.

Nader: They have me bugged, I know it. So be careful.

Erick: Hey, no sweat buddy. Can you tell me something though? Why did I just have to borrow 1.5 Million from the studio to bail your ass out of jail? We were in the middle of a scene! I get a call from, wowee zowee, ain't that odd, Nostradamus Mission, the biggest disappearing act since Cally Freeman senior year!

Nader: I'm sorry I had to call Erick, but, you're the only guy who could help me.

Erick: Hey man, I understand, I "get it", you're a seeker now, so you gotta keep yer friends close, am I right?

Nader: Yeah, we have to go somewhere and talk.

Erick: What'd you expect, I just dropped 1.5 mill, and I'm not gonna get something out of it? First off, you gotta tell me why the hell you're here in the first place.

Nader: OK, let's go to Johnny's, the one by your house in Santa Monica.

Erick: Hey, no sweat. We're there. I haven't been to Ole' Johnny's with my best friend in three years!

Panel Four: Johnny's Diner, of LA lore. They sit in a booth. Nader is now looking more frantic, and a little more pale than usual. Typically Erick's hair is slightly a mess, and he's hung his glasses on his shirt. The light in the diner keeps the night at bay, a stark contrast to the rest of the world. The panel is focused on Nader.

Erick: Where is our waitress, we've been sitting here for like ten minutes. Talk about the service industry. She wonders why I only tip 10 percent!

Nader: Hey, listen to me for a second. Some serious shit has gone down. You have to stay with me and just listen, ok?

Erick: Nader, the fact that you called me at all is notice enough to tell me something big has gone down. I only hear from you when major shit goes down.

Nader: This is different Erick. I need you to look at something for me. It's a very, damning photo.

Erick: Oh, shit. What did you do? Did you fuckin' hack some shit you weren't supposed to?

Panel Five: Nader takes the picture out of his pocket and hands it to Erick, who unfolds it. Erick holds it in front of his face, obscuring it to the viewer.

Erick: What the hell is this? What's with the weird tentacles. Are those tentacles? She never really liked Cyburbia.

Nader: I don't know. I still can't describe it. They look like tentacles, or, extensions. She can control them.

Erick: Wait, CAN control them? What are you talking about? When was this taken?

Nader: Erick, that was taken at Zillion Tower One. Yesterday.

Erick: Nader. Hey, are you ok? Look at me. That's not possible.

Nader: I took that photo Erick. So it is possible. And it happened, yesterday.

Erick. You're freakin' out. Hey, look at me. You're in shock, so tell me what really happened. Why were you in jail?

Nader: That doesn't (He slams his fist down on the table, and the whole diner looks over in shock.) MATTER! CAN YOU LOOK AT THAT PHOTO! The DHS thinks that I created, or programmed, or controlled that thing! But they don't know who that is. They couldn't read it, or map it or whatever. That's my model. It's from my hard drive.

Erick: Oh god. Not the model. Nader, you told me you got rid of that.

Nader: Well, I didn't. But do you understand what I'm saying? That's my model! But I didn't design that Avatar! Those satin tentacles? I've never even thought about anything like that. Also, my model isn't that good. I doubt anyone could make their model that good.

Erick: What are you saying?

Nader: It's a mindseye.

Erick: What! Nader, stop, you can't go down this road! That is impossible! It can't be a mindseye.

Nader: I already checked. the resolution on the avatar is too high to be a model. It's a mindseye.

Erick: God, what happened? How did you slip back down?

Nader: I'm not CRAZY! I saw this thing, it took out an entire building! It was destroying code just by thinking about it! That was not a bot, and those were no macros! She was warping virtual reality! How can that be possible! There's no virus or malware that can do that! Listen to me, something really fucked up is going on, and it has something to do with Kathryn. You have to be believe me on this, because I can't even TELL anyone else, or I will be a suspect.

Erick: Nostradamus. What are you saying. Tell me what you think is happening.

Page 28

2008-04-12T23:20:44Z

Page 28 (Two Panels)
Panel One: Agent Vaughn looms over Nader, who looks shaken.

Agent Vaughn: When we check the logs on your glasses, which are the only records left from the area, what will they tell us? Your story? Because if they don't, your going to be a very unhappy man, Nostradamus.

Nader: I don't know why mine are the only records left. I can't explain that, but I'm not a terrorist. I don't have any ties to political organizations and I don't care what Sycos does. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!

Agent Vaughn: I am going to release you, because I think you're telling the truth. But do not leave LA, we'll probably bring you in for more questioning tomorrow or the day after, ok?

Nader: I have to stay in LA? Are you kidding me? When can I go home?

Agent Vaughn: Unfortunately since you are still the only suspect we have, you have to stay at the primary DHS West Headquarters here in LA. I do believe you were on your way here anyways?

NAder: I didn't intend on staying.

Agent Vaughn: Deal with it pally.

Panel Two: Agent Vaughn exits, Lt. Ellis is waiting for him outside.

Lt. Ellis: Sir? That was a very brief interrogation?

Agent Vaughn: He didn't do it.

Lt. Ellis: Sir, are you sure, you were only in there for fifteen minutes.

Agent Vaughn: He didn't do it, he's just a Seeker who frakked up his contract. We've done him enough disservice already. Let him and the dog go.

Lt. Ellis: Sir, he's our primary witness and a suspect.

Agent Vaughn: We'll check his logs, and if he doesn't have what we want, we'll let him go. I knew it couldn't be this simple. I hope you don't have a wife Lt. because neither of us will be seeing our beds anytime soon.

Page 27:

2008-04-12T02:52:04Z

Page 27 (Five Panels)

Panel One: A bald man in a suit watches Nader sit in a white room with his head down on a table in front of him. He seems deep in thought. An armored soldier comes into the room with a bag full of NAder's belongings which include his Cyburbia glasses, a crumpled up blurry screenprint of woman, keys, wallet, 1.25, and a voxbox communicator for use with transmitting barks to Nightwing.

Agent Vaughn: Anything of interest Lt.?

Lt. Ellis: Well, Sir, his dog seems to be extremely intelligent, looks like years of training, and the widest vocab of any voxbox I've ever heard. I'd say he's been training that dog with the voxbox since he was a puppy. Other than that it looks like he was travelin' light. We found no luggage of the tram, and other than his roundtrip ticket to LA, the only thing odd that I found was this screenprint. (The agent hands the picture to Agent Vaughn.)

Panel Two: With the picture facing Agent Vaughn, and the panel focusing on Vaughn studying the photo, Agent Vaughn replies.

Agent Vaughn: Hmm. You're right, it's obviously a screenprint. Who is it? Have you run it through the database yet?

Lt. Ellis: Yes sir. Nothing came back, it's a bit too blurry to get good bone structure.

Agent Vaughn: What about the glasses, anything notable? Contacts? Audio files? Stray text files?

Lt. Ellis: Nothing interesting sir. He keeps himself pretty organized in there, which is more than I can say for his apartment. Place was a bloody rathole.

Agent Vaughn: He owns the building, have you searched the rest of the premises yet?

Lt. Ellis: Uhm, No sir, I'm sorry sir, there was some confusion as to the legality of searching the homes of the tenants. I wanted to wait until we deemed it necessary, or until we got a warrant.

Agent Vaughn: Good thinking Lt. but under Patriot Act 3 Article 2, we have legal right to search any property owned by the person in question, regardless of whether it is a separate legal residence. Why don't you put together a little team to go do just that?

Lt. Ellis: Yes sir, right away sir.

Panel Three: Agent Vaughn stands across from NAder. Hands folded in front of him. Nader stares right back at him.

Agent Vaughn: Hello there Nostradamus. My name is Agent Vaughn, and I'll be your interrogator this afternoon.

Nader: Well at least you're honest. Interrogation eh? So I'm guessing I'm not going back to San Diego tonight.

Agent Vaughn: I think that would be an accurate assessment, yes.

Nader: I didn't do it.

Agent Vaughn: Well, I believe that's probably the case, yes, but unfortunately there is quite a bit of evidence to say the contrary. First off, can you tell me what this is?

Panel Four: Agent Vaughn slides the picture across the desk, right in front of Nader's face.

Agent Vaughn: Who is this? I know you know. And I know that when you tell me, you'll probably go free. At least for this charge. Though Sycos is foaming at the mouth for us to charge you with all sorts of things, but being wise I know none of it will stick. Hopefully.

Nader: (silence)

Agent Vaughn: That's a smart dog you have, from what I hear. How long have you been training him with the voxbox?

Nader: Since he was six weeks old. I got him when I was 18. My father had just died, and I needed something to focus my attention on.

Agent Vaughn: So that would make him, what, 10 now? He seems quite healthy for a ten year old dog.

Nader: Dogs are one of the most intelligent creatures on the planet. They are genetically designed to understand basic human speech. Human companionship has stamped that onto their Genome. Most people don't try training them the way they would a toddler, which is what I did. I treat him as if he is human. I study his diet and I take his well-being very seriously. Have you ever had a transcendent relationship with another creature Agent Vaughn?

Agent Vaughn: I have. We are lucky. So is, (he stops wanting to be filled in)

Nader: Nightwing. his name is Nightwing.

Agent Vaughn: (Chuckles.) Nightwing. Wonderful. And that would make you Batman? And I'm not being condescending here. I love the character. A very honorable individual. But let me tell you something. That dog, whatever connection you have with it, if you go to prison, that relationship will end. And I doubt it would do very much to the dog's psyche if you were to disappear. I believe that dogs, Great Danes specifically, are very prone to near-fatal depression, am I right?

Panel Five: Nader explodes at the agent, lunging forward in his seat.

Nader: I broke into the Sycos building on a normal Seeker Contract, ok! That, thing, in the photograph, I have no idea what it is. I've never seen it or anything like it before. But, it came from the Sycos building. It originated there. For some reason it left when I left, I don't know WHY! Why would I bomb a place I'm trying to extract information from!

Agent Vaughn: To cover your tracks!

NAder: I can cover my tracks better than 99% of the seekers out there! How long did it take for them to break through my firewall? Hmm? I'm guessing it was longer than twenty minutes. No, covering my tracks was not on my mind at that point, not getting my hard disk wiped by that THING was!

Page 26

2008-04-11T09:06:47Z

Page 26 (Five Panels)

Panel 1: Nader steps onto a trolley car, headed North to LA, With an electronic display that reads: To Amtrak Maglev Station. The trolley is like any mass transit ever made. There are various people strewn across the car of every race, religion, and creed, except everyone looks miserable. The Trolley AC Struggles to keep it a nice 80 degrees, but every time the doors open, the cool air gets sucked out. Chrome railing lines the edges of most to the walls. Flat screen TV's are perched above all of the doors and the entrances to other cars, while animated ad's, PSA's and commercials alike, are lined right below the ceilings above the seats and covering the tops of all the cars. Nader is transfixed by one of the TV's, where a black woman about 35, nice plain power-suit and simple haircut is speaking.

Newscaster: We have some breaking news from Zillion Plaza in The Zillifornia district of Cyburbia tonight. Reports have confirmed hundreds of thousands of disconnections and an unprecedented amount of data loss. At the moment it seems that an extremely complex Trojan Worm ate through the defense nets and firewalls around the city, resulting in trillions of dollars of damage. One of the hardest hit is One Zillion Plaza, in what can only be described as the worst digital terrorist attack in the history of Cyburbia and even the World Wide Web itself. Authorities are ruling out accidental crisis at this time, though no substantial evidence as to the cause has yet to be determined. Department of Homeland Security is on the scene and anyone with information regarding this horrific event are asked to contact the DHS website at www.dhs.gov immediately. If you are a victim you are also urged to contact the FBI regarding insurance policies and financial questions. Again that address is www.fbi.gov

Panel Two: Nostradamus stares at the Newscaster, her words washing over him, silencing everything around him.

Panel Three: Nostradamus slaps on his glasses and does a quick-call to his friend and confidant, Willy Loman. A box with Willy's head pops up next to an avatar of NAder.

Nader: Willy, willy you there man? I need you to do some digging for me.

Willy: WHAT THE FUCK MAN! Where have you been?! Nintendo are going ape shit! They canceled the Syco's deal because they heard some crazy ass rumor that you caused the meltdown at Zillion Plaza! They're wrong, right Nader? What the fuck happened?

Nader: Willy, listen man, I had nothing to do with it, I swear to god! But, but something, something really, really, insane happened there man, I can't, I can't tell you right now, but you have to believe me, I didn't do shit to Zillion Plaza! It was surreal, I've, I've never seen anything like that before. The GUI was totally on the fritz! That wasn't any Trojan Worm, no way. It, It wasn't an avatar either! I can't explain it, but.

Willy: What the hell are you talking about? Did you see something? Because the feds and DHS have been on my ass for forty-five minutes and they want to know where you are!

Nader: DHS! Really? Oh shit. Willy, you have to, you have to get to my house and burn all the cookies, ALL OF THE DELICIOUS COOKIES, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!! I HAVE SOME, SOME VERY IMPORTANT COOKIES THAT ARE BLACKENED AND INEDIBLE! Nightwing is with me, so just walk right in!

Willy: Oh man, you are, you are gonna fry my ass aren't you? I don't NEED this shit. I have BILLS to pay Nostradamus Mission!

NAder: Willy, thank you god! I love you so much, seriously, I'll even go out with you next time I get a chance! Your wingman all the way!

Willy: Don't tease me like that you prick! I'm outs.

Panel Four: Nader Pulls his glasses off his head to reveal 4 large black armored DHS agents standing in front of him. Nightwing growls at him, his voxbox going nuts.

DHS Agent: Nostradamus Mission? Cute dog, going somewhere? Out of the city perhaps?

Nightwing: I do not like this person, I am very angry!

Nader: It's okay Nightwing, they're friendly.

Panel Five: The agent turns him around and handcuffs him.

DHS Agent: Nostradamus Mission, you are under arrest as the main suspect in the Cyburbia attack. Under Patriot Act 2, any suspects of terrorism are withheld the right to speak, any and all of what you say will be used against you, and a lawyer will be assigned after your threat level is determined. If you are deemed to not be a security threat your rights will revert back to first ammendment clauses under the bill of rights. And coming from me, I think speaking at all, especially in this case, would not be in your best interest.

Page 25

2008-04-03T07:39:32Z

Page 25 (Three Panels)

Panel One: Nader and his Great Dane companion walk down the colorful sidewalk. Animations changing every three or four feet. Each panel is unique, some have sound and others are animated. Some of the slabs change based on who walks on them, and some are just art. There are Public Service Messages from the Government and Movie Trailers. But something is noticeably absent from the tops of all the buildings; There is a huge trolley network suspended above the streets and buildings that extends as far as the eye can see, looking eerily similar to the freeway networks of the early 21st century.

Nader: This way Wingy, that's our trolley right down there! ( He points to a trolleycar about halfway down the street that looms over an ancient neon sign that says Hillcrest.) That thing is left over from the pre-docks era.

Panel Two: Walking up the mostly steel overpass, Nader sees people of every nationality. A large percentage of the wealthier patrons are Hispanic. Almost everyone are wearing long sleeved garments and pants. Quite a few people are wearing jackets, but none seem the least bit uncomfortable, despite the fact that the sun is blaring and the heat is leaping from every surface. A few of the youth are wearing surgical masks, each with a unique logo or design on them, and nearly every single person on the street is wearing some type of eye protection, simple or garish, with quite a few of them with ear buds coming right out of the ends of the glasses. There are posters and graffiti all over the columns supporting the giant concrete and steel monstrosity.

Panel Three: Rising above the metal bars Nader's view of the city suddenly becomes unencumbered. Looking out on the urban and suburban sprawl, the sight, if a bit blemished by smog and military shipping industry along the coast, is still impressive. There are giant warships spread along both the south and north of the city, dozens of skyscrapers littering the large circular region of water where downtown San Diego streets 10 years ago shuttled thousands of upper and lower class citizens caught in the busy day-to-day. Now a complex boating system shuttles travelers of Old Downtown to their destinations, a la Venice. Another noticeable difference to the skyline is the existence of a second floating bridge connected to La Playa that runs about six miles to the west, where a giant artificial island, New Coronado, exists.

Page 24

2008-03-30T23:46:36Z

Page 24 (Four Panels)

Panel One: Nader throws his head back in frustration, sighing. The kitchen is in the background, cans and dishes stacked ten deep, plastic bottles and chinese food containers strewn everywhere. There's a mircowave/oven combo next to a dirty fridge with 4815162342 arranged with colored blocks on the front.

NAder: Ok. You can come, but stay close, I'm in a hurry. Where's your cool suit?

Panel Two: Nightwing comes trotting in cool suit in his mouth. NAder bends down in front of the door and clasps the cool suit to Nader and then turns it on. Nightwing licks Nader's face and turns quickly in a circle and barks at the door multiple times. (three quick panels show this action)

Nader: Okay, yah ready for the heat boy? (Nightwing whimpers in reply) We're going to go visit Erick. You remember Erick right Nightwing? (Nightwing barks twice in reply.)

Panel Three: Nader opens the door, and walks down a long grimy hallway. There's a fan sitting in the corner blowing with a couple flys buzzing around. The beginning of the hallway has a bluish tint, but as we approach the darkened glass door, orange light starts to spill in. NAder puts his sunglasses on and opens the door, which is bloomed out.

Panel Four: The door opens on a bustling city. There are buses everywhere. Two-thirds of the vehicles on the street are buses and people are milling up and down the streets. There are artificial awnings covering all of the side walks, and advertisements line the sidewalks. When NAder opens the door, he accidentally steps on a cute blue dot, and it squeaks loudly. The other yellow and red dots flee for cover, squeaking. The advertisement then has title cards come in from the side accompanied by a voice that says "Feeling stepped all over? Do you feel constantly on edge? Do you having sleeping problems? Do you occasionally feel isolated or alone? Happazine maybe be able to help. Ask your Doctor if they think Happazine is for you."

Nader: Damn ads.

Page 23

2008-03-11T02:10:43Z

Page 23 (Four Panels)

Panel One: Nader, still sitting at his desk, whips off his glasses and curses.

Nader: FUCK!

Panel Two: Nader jumps up and runs to his closet. There he opens it up and grabs a t-shirt and pants, putting on his pants in a hurry, jumping on one leg to get his pants on.

Panel Three: Nightwing, suddenly excited, follows NAder around, jummping up on him, then pushing him to the ground, in play mode.

Nader: Not now buddy. I. I. I need to talk to a real human, no offense. I'll be back soon, and I'll bring you treats. I promise.

Nightwing: RUFF RUFF! NAder wants to play? Nader wants to play?

Panel Four: NAder explodes at Nightwing, and Nightwing turns his tail between his legs and runs away.

NAder: NOT NOW NIGHTWING!!!

Page 22

2008-03-06T04:22:31Z

Page 22 (Five Panels)

Panel One: They sit side by side, close. He's got his hands jammed in his jacket pockets, head down. She sidles a little bit closer to him.

Kathryn: You were the only one who checked on me.

Nader: I'm sorry?

Kathryn: When I was crying in the hallway. 10-11 people passed me, obviously distraught, and all of them knew who I am. But you, you had no idea, and you checked anyways. That's why I came over. I wanted to thank you. I get treated like I'm royalty. No one calls me on my behavior.

Nader: Well, you looked upset, and, I know it's always comforting even if a stranger communicates with me, when I'm particularly down.

Kathryn: But it's more than that! I am terrible at reading people, I'm decidedly blunt and don't like big crowds. But I knew just by looking at you that I had made a mistake in chasing you away. Can you explain that? You just. I don't know, screamed legitimacy! Why did you stop? Why me? Why you? You're just a boy with arms and a nose, two eyes and a mouth...

Panel Two and three: The panels are split. Close up of his eyes, blue, followed by a close up of her eyes, green.

Panel Three: He closes the gap, moving in for a kiss. She pulls back, in shock.

Kathryn: What! That's so, silly! Hahaha!

Nader: But, I thought, I had, you're-

Kathryn: No, no, it's perfect! We're babbling little monkeys!

Panel Four: She grabs his face and they kiss for what seems like hours.

Panel Five: The camera goes out through the window, into the snow. They are still embraced.

Page 21

2008-02-28T00:54:57Z

Page 21: Five panels

Panel One: They stand in a giant, empty hall. Think the coat of arms room in the original Batman.

Whatever! I can't find one single place to smoke. You don't like this guy do you?

Kathryn: I hate him and his whole family.

Nader: That's good enough for me. (He lights his cigarette)

Kathryn: You're going to smoke in here?

Nader: Why not? This place is deserted. They could search for fifteen minutes and not find us in here.

Panel Two: A close up of Kathryn. Striking, as always.

Kathryn: Nader, isn't your real name, is it?

Nader: Quite perceptive. No, Nader, is not my true identity. My name is Nostradamus.

Kathryn: Nostradamus?! Like the prophet?!

NAder: Prophet? More like quack, but yes, the same.

Kathryn: That's your real name?!

Panel Three: A look of surrender. Snow falls in window behind him. Kathryn sits, inquisitive, to his side.

NAder: Yeah! Ok, my parents were activist intellectual types drunk on religious iconography. They were both religious studies majors with minors in apocalypse mythology. I was born on December 12, 2012, at 12:21 pm. So, my parents were rather humorous in their choice of name. Whether fact followed function, or happenstance, we'll never know.

Kathryn: Wow. How, odd. But couldn't you just ask them?

Nader: My father died when I was 11 and my Mom refuses to talk about him or anything prior to my birth.

Panel Four: Wow, I'm so sorry. I've never really lost anyone that close to me. Though, I never see my father. He doesn't really exist. He's always slaving away at a new technology, or discovery. Sometimes when he comes from La Jolla, where my parents live and where the company headquarters is located, he'll stare at me. He'll talk at me, lecture, but it seems like he's picking apart every single line of DNA. How could I have been more perfect? How my frail skin and blood is tainted by the blood of millions of club dragging barbarians.

Nader: Hmm. Did you grow up in La Jolla?

Kathryn: Yeah, I went to a private school there.

Nader: Because I live in Hillcrest.

Kathryn: REALLY?! Wow! That's so weird! How long have you known Rebbecca?

Nader: About 6 years. We dated in high school, but were just friends now. But, you know Rebbecca too? I thought she was just giving me a hard time. I graduated from SCPA. South County Performing Arts Academy. Theater. I thought I was going to be the next Brando, or Ledger.

Kathryn: I did theater in high school too, it was my major originally, but my father made me change it to Molecular Biology.

Page 20:

2008-02-28T00:41:46Z

Page 20: Five Panels

Panel One: Nader, still shocked, glances around, inquisitive.

Nader: Hey! Where'd she go?

Erick: Don't turn all stalker-y!

Nader: I'm not! She was crying, and looked upset, maybe she was just embarrassed.

Rebbecca: You never heed my warnings! She's a billionaire! Nader, seriously, rethink this one.

Nader: Whatever, last time I heeded your warnings, you broke up with me, so at least cut me some slack and what YOU think is best for me, ok.

Rebbecca: Oh, wow, he's got some fight in him tonight. Did I strike a nasty chord?

Panel Two: Erick points towards the crowd, a figure emerging.

Erick: Hey, she's coming over here.

Rebbecca: What, really?

Nader: Shhh!! Shut up, both of you! Act normal. Rebbecca, especially you!

Panel Three: Nader pushes in front of both of them, as they peer greedily over his shoulder. She begins.

Kathryn: (almost startled) I don't hate you!

Nader: Um. Thank you?

Kathryn: I just. Ergggg. (she seems frustrated) I'm not used to people seeing me. I don't usually. Cry. I mean. I. You disappeared right after you came over, and I think you're angry with me. I'm sorry. I don't hate you. Uhm, your friends are uh, pointing at us... and it's slightly uncomfortable.

Panel Four: Nader shoots back an angered look and they both look into their drinks.

Nader: Stop it! (he turns back to Kathryn)

Nader: Uhm, do you smoke?

Kathryn: Uhm, kinda, I have before. I don't buy them or anything.

NAder: That's great. Let's go somewhere I can smoke. Is that alright?

Kathryn: Yeha, that's fine. Uhm, I'm Kathryn, by the way.

Nader: Oh, haha. Duh. I'm Nader. (they shake hands)

Panel Five: As he looks around the building, no alcoves or open areas. He leans forward with his hands in his pockets, looking around wildly.

Nader: Good lord. This place is huge. Who's residence is this anyways?

Kathryn: It's that dorkus malorkus Liam's father's house. He won it in the divorce.

Nader: Is that the guy you were tearing to shreds in the main room?

Kathryn: The same.

Nader: You seemed very aware of his father's misdeeds.

Kathryn: Well, let's just say our fathers histories are intertwined.

NAder: Uhm, just so you know, I know who your father is, so that's out of the way. I don't really care about that type of thing, so if you don't want to even hear about it, I won't bring it up.

Kathryn: !!! Wow, uh, ok. Well, I don't really care. It doesn't really affect me. I don't see my father much.

Page 19

2008-02-20T01:21:59Z

Page 19 (Five Panels)

Panel One: Defeated, Nader walks back to Erick, drinks in tow. Erick is talking to Rebecca, who looks puzzled as to his direction.

Rebecca: Where did you go?

Nader:I was talking to. Hmmm. Well I don't know her name. The black and white dress with the, (he motions to his neck) the red ribbon around her neck? She looked upset after she yelled at that guy over there, (points to Hugh) but she didn't want to talk to me.

Panel Two: Rebecca looks concerned. she puts her hand on his shoulder and begins to speak.

Rebecca: Haha, well it's good you got out of there in time. She'll confuse you a hundred times before you realize she's stopped speaking. Her name is Kathryn.

Nader: Kathryn, hmm. She seemed to snap at that guy. It sounded like his Dad's a CEO or something. But it was weird, one minute she was tearing him apart, the next she's slumped on the floor, like she'd gotten the verbal wring around. Do you know her Rebecca?

Panel Three: Rebecca rolls her eyes and the begins again.

Rebecca: Nader are you?! Please find someone else ANYONE ELSE in this room, I promise you will be better off. Seriously Mission, this is heartbreak territory. She's not going to be able to understand your hijinks!

Nader: I'll judge that for myself thank-you-very-much. Do you know her?

Rebecca: Yes! Okay! I know her! She's single. Her name is Kathryn Glass.

Panel Four: Kathryn has left the hall area, no evidence of her tears. She looks stunning, somehow sucking all of the oxygen out of the room, hanging there in space for eternity.

Nader (V.O.): Kathryn, made of Glass.

Rebecca (O.P.): Her father is, you know, Liam Glass. Of Glass Biotech. The largest Biotech corporation in the U.S.

Panel Five: A centered shot of Nader's face, struck with a look of bizarre wonder and fright. The rest of the text on the page is lost to Nader's ears. He is entranced.

Page 18

2008-02-12T02:04:36Z

Page 18 (Five Panels)

Panel 1: He goes up to the bar and asks for two vodka tonics, as he looks around the room. Everyone's laughing, holding drinks, hudled in tight dense circles spread around the room.

Panel 2: He looks to his left and he sees Kathryn on the ground to the right of him. Her back is heaving softly, barely noticeable.

Panel 3: Looks around some more and then softly, carefully, asks her a question.

Nader: Uhm, are you, uh, ok? Do you want some company?

Kathryn: What, who are you? No. Did I ask you for help?

Nader: Nooo, you just seemed a little down, that's all.

Kathryn: Well I'm not, I just got, overwhelmed. I don't know why, I just started tearing up. What do you want?

Panel 4: From the side of the hallway, we see his head still poking around the corner, and she is slumped on the floor.

Nader: Wow, did I shit in your cereal? I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was being so rude. I'll be going now.

Panel Five: She looks alarmed, surprised by his reaction. Puzzled.
Kathryn: !!! How odd.

Page 17

2008-02-04T14:16:10Z

Page 17 (Five Panels)

Panel one: Black Background, White text: Five years ago.

Panel Two: Nader sits in a corner holding a glass of champagne. He's looking at the ground, bored. He's wearing a black suit, but seems extremely uncomfortable. A girl, Rebecca, with a burgundy strapless dress and a a shawl stands next to him, also sipping some champagne. His hair is a little bit longer than before, slightly obscuring his face. His suit looks like it's intentionally open and casual. There is a guy, Eric, next to Nader, also in a tux, but much more buttoned up.

NAder: Rebecca, can you tell us why you dragged us to this thing? Look at me, I don't exactly fit here.

Rebecca: What are you saying, that you're too enlightened for these people? This is my college you know. I go here.

Nader: But you hate these people too!

Rebecca: True, but sometimes people just want to have fun! I'm not going to date any of these people, I'm not going to enslave myself to them. I'm not signing a development deal!

Panel Three: Rebecca slips into the crowd of people, her hand extended towards the boys, enticing them to no avail.

Nader: Please don't use that word! That is the most disgusting word I've ever heard! d-e-v-I-L-o-p-m-e---ack! (she hits him)

Rebecca: Quit it! You're not on the net, people can see you squirm here! Erick, Please. I'm going to go mingle, I'll let you Boo-hoo's stay here, Momma needs to shine.

Erick: Can you get me another Vodka tonic?

Rebecca: You bloom like the heavens, the earth welcomes your warm embrace, so you can get your own damn drink!

Erick: You could have just said no.

Panel Four: Nader Extends his arm towards Erick. Who is short and hairy.

Nader: Give it here! (he flaps his arm for money.)

Erick: I want a vodka tonic.

Nader: Oh, I thought you wanted a mojito.

Erick: Everyone with the sarcasm tonight! Sheesh!

Panel Five: Nader is working his way through the room. He tightens his skinny tie and pushes his hair out of his eyes. His eyes are locked on the bar at the other end of the house.

Nader: Excuse me. Yeah, pardon me, sorry.

(Nader turns his head as he hears a woman speaking loudly over someone else.)

Liam: But as we know, he just missed the nomination sharply, due to some rather unfortunate allegations from some hypersensitive liberals. But he's thinking of running again next term, he says it is his duty to serve the people, s-

Kathryn: And his Board of Directors!

Liam: I'm sorry, did you just, my father is no longer associated with that firm. They were operating independently- they were afraid that they would be fired if they came with real numbers!

Kathryn: Oh come on Liam! I can only take so much of your bullshit. Your father went to the FBI claiming he was coerced into
signing off on fudged numbers. He''s more guilty than any of them. All your father wanted was immunity. God, and you're bragging about him like he's a saint! How deluded are you! How many people are going to suffer because of your father!

Liam: That story was never sourced correctly! The New York Times fabricated that story I hope you know!

Kathryn: And you people are just eating it up, I don't understand! (She storms off.)

Page 16

2008-02-04T14:12:36Z

Page 16 (Four panels)

Panel One: Nader stands transfixed by the orb. It's white light brightening everything around him. Hundreds of people have started warping in. The next four panels almost happen in slow motion.

Panel Two: a higher angle of Nader staring at the beast, as it begins to pass overhead. Less people are visible warping in.

Panel Three: The feet and tentacles of the creature are seen at the top of the panel, now directly hovering above Nader. The screech is deafening the white over takes all and-

Panel Four: A black screen with Red text. !!!CONNECTION TO SERVER LOST!!!

Page 15

2008-02-04T13:59:53Z

Page 15 (Six Panels)

Panel One: Bursting through the door and suddenly into the artificial daylight, Nader stops in his tracks, looking at the scene in front of him, while The Headbanging Punk slams into him, his head, no longer banging, Mohawk tucked low into his neck, frightened. Their faces grow lighter and lighter as a huge impossibly bright light rises into the sky, destroying everything in its path, warping the scenery around it.

Nader: That. Wasn't. Me. (looking up)
The Headbanging Punk: (yelling) Good god! What is that?! I've never seen something do so much damage!
Nader: I have no idea! We've got to get out of here!
The Headbanging Punk: I already tried! Log outs are restricted, and you can't leave this server! And I'm not risking damaging my system with cold cut!
Nader: I hear ya on that one!

Panel Two: (Big Panel) A huge white orb with ethereal white silky tentacles is slowly destroying all of Zillion plaza. all of the content warping and twisting in it's path, not destroyed, but incapable of use. Empty icon meters flash everywhere and almost all of the objects on screen are flicking in and out of reality. Nader and the Headbanging Punk run from behind a twisted, impossible geometric shape that was once a hovercycle, to another building.

Nader: I have information I can't lose. I have to logout! My inventory hasn't transfered to cache yet!
The Headbanging Punk: Use a save loop! Hyperlinks are down, but I think manual logouts are still working fine.
There's a manual logout terminal at the entrance to Zillion Plaza, over here!

Panel Three: As they are running down the street, Nader keeps looking behind him at the creature. The hissing has now become unbearably loud, and Nostradamus has to fight from tearing off his headgear. He notices that tens of journalists and lookylou's have started warping in in front of the creature, the green outlines of a door being drawn in midair and avatars stepping through from nothing.

Panel Four: Nader slows and turns around, his curiosity getting the best of him. The huge, white orb growing closer. Smoke pours from the Sycos software building, where a huge orb sized hole sits about halfway up. He raises his hands and puts the orb in his sights.

Nader: Enhance and stabilize face. (the camera beeps, beeps, beeps, Locked on!)

Panel Five: Nader Looks down at the picture he now holds in his hands, and his mouth drops.

Panel Six: Astonished he looks back up. Squinting even though it can't help him see better.

Page 14

2008-02-04T12:56:35Z

Page 14 (Five Panels)

Panel One: Nader, still cloaked in his proxy mask, has been recording the entire scene, while occasionally taking a few screen grabs by pretending he's holding a camera and clicking with his right index finger. Suddenly a voice comes from the audience in front of him.

Businessman1: Hey, Carl! I just ran a security sweep and there's a proxy being run from inside the room! I thought you said this forum was secure! Fire up the emergency firewall! Lock this fucker in!

Panel Two:
Nader: Uh-oh, time to go. (Nader reaches into his jacket, pulls out what looks to be a wind up rat, turns around, covers his eyes and let's go of it. Immediately one guy screams.)

Buissnessman2: Don't touch it! It's a duplicating trojan that will- (Suddenly the rat explodes into about 300 rats, all scurrying for a target. One of the businessmen in the back can't get on top of his chair fast enough and starts to transform into a giant pulsating, rabid rat with red eyes. After a few moments his avatar starts to disintegrate, to be replaced with a floating, red, over sized exclamation point which says !!!USER CONNECTION LOST!!!)

Panel Three: Two more of the suits are throbbing rats, all eventually getting booted. Only the presenter remains, standing in the middle of the projection screen. He's extremely angry and staring at Nader, who has started running proxy after proxy as he tries to escape the room. The room has turned a shade of red and a blinking red lock icon is flashing on the door. The suit begins to speak.

Buisnessman1: There's a very powerful firewall keeping you in here right now. I can't see you, but I know where I'd be. Probably looking for a loop in the constraining fields code, looking for a weak point in the infrastructure. This room is very well designed, reinforced against brute force attacks.

Nader(ThoughtBubble) Shit, this guy is running a tracker right now. You lazy bastard. You thought it would
be sooo easy, in and out. You didn't even put up a proxy before you entered the room. Well, that's $10,000 down the drain.

Panel Four: Nader at work on his floating keyboard tapping out commands to the command line finally finds one that works and the door turns green and swings open, while the command plays a sound "That's all folks!" As Nader tears through the dark room, he doesn't notice that half of the avatars still seated around the table are now red floating exclamation points, and the forum board and all of the information on any screen, any textbox or any ticker in the building is now a white, ethereal being, one that looks exactly like his ex-fiance. Others start running after him, while a low faint buzz is heard from all around.
Nader: What the h-

Panel Five: The whole building begins to melt and warp around their feet. Sounds are warbled and avatars stretch, as everything in the building starts glowing white and letting loose a cacaphonous digitized hiss. The whole screen begins to shake, and all of the avatars in the room fall to the ground. One by one avatars are getting booted, with the red stake (that's what the bouncing exclamation mark is called in cyburbia) signaling their demise.

Page 13

2008-02-04T00:16:12Z

Page 13 (Four Panels)

Panel One: Nader warps back into the Sycos building. Key now in tow, he heads towards the private rooms, completely ignoring the HeadBanging Punk. The Suited fellow, posted there before is now missing, and Nader finds it easy to slip in.

Panel Two: Once inside, Nader looks around cautiously. It's a dim room with one table in the middle, with a circular couch with two openings on either side. It looks like a smaller version of the forum table in the main hall, but the information on the screen is very different. The holographic board has a rotating set of numbers and diagrams, and what seems to be patent information, which a presenter, who sits in the back of the room, is manipulating with his hands, grabbing and enlarging different portions of the diagrams as he discusses them. About twelve people sit at the table, completely transfixed on the presenter. Nader fumbles quickly in his jacket, looking for something, while still not being noticed. The presenter continues.

Presenter: What we've seen of the Internet 8.0, our new home of Cyburbia over the last 15 years, really is breathtaking. The amount of change within the user base has been, really, an unprecedented amount of community and global cooperation, not seen since the late 90's and the 00's. Cyburbia, ten years ago, only had a handful of cities and shanty-towns with practically zero content. But now we're seeing a sea change in the perception of Cyburbia. Html pages have been abandoned by the user friendly concept of interaction. Rather than stare at a two dimensional scrolling page, reading peoples comments, now users can literally hop down to the local cineplex and watch a movie with their loved one, 3000 miles away!

Panel Three: (A low angle, the patrons still transfixed on the presentation. Nader literally disappears having just enabled his proxy mask.)

Presenter: Force feedback and user interfaces , at one time primitive and extremely limiting, can now create pixel perfect immersion while riding the subway. Sycos software, which has been a pioneer in the home entertainment market over the last 20 years saw an opportunity developing brand new, state of the art software for such a medium. Stories that play the user. A game that exists within the very framework of our immense virtual world. Like the holodecks of the surprisingly prescient Star Trek, users literally become the main character. Their responses and interactions with NPC's shaping the arc of the stories, saw industry wide acclaim for the moral ambiguities and immersion.

Panel Four: (a different angle again, an outline of Nader is barely visible as he gains a better viewpoint of the presentation.)
Presenter: Eventually, with the addition of paid actors to represent the stories of Cyburbia, a new, more organic level of immersion came about. 2037. Some might say the future of home entertainment is here and now. In a new and bold partnership with Glass Biotech, I'm pleased to present the future of the gaming market and the future of Cyburbia. 100% immersion. The next Killer-APP. Surreality. A completely interface less UI. Using the most advanced in bioelectric engineering. Imagine no need for glasses, or gloves. Imagine being entering into the warm summer sun of www.NewYork.com. Dancing with a beautiful woman and feeling the sweat on her brow. Full spectrum sensory immersion. All five senses, sight, sound, smell, taste and touch, recreated in Cyburbia. With hundreds of potential clients installing Sensory Suites in their existing infrastructures, and even more using the new Cyburbia Sycos Web Platform, for, at first game design, and later for use with other areas, such as corporate, home, organization. Remember the Matrix? It uses a similar construct of replacing and replicating human sensory inputs with artificial data, but much less nihilistic. No, there are no rods sticking into the back of your head, just a simple set of earphones and a headpiece. The headpiece contains two diodes that rest here, (he brings up the diagram which shows two diodes on the temples and on the back of the neck.) and here.

Page 12

2008-02-02T01:00:54Z

Page 12 (Four Panels)

Panel One/Two: NAder makes a circular motion with his hands, and then pushes down, indicating that a bookmark has been placed for his current location. He then opens up a gateway and steps through. The gateway divides the two panels, and Nader steps through from one side to the other. Standing in front of him is a giant bipedal horse, with a shirt that reads "Stud4Life" the screenname above him reading the same thing.

Nader: Oh you've got to be kidding me.
Stud4life: Is there a problem sir?
Nader: No, no, no problem. I was, uh, sent her by The HeadBanging Punk? He said that you could help me with a problem I have.
Stud4life: Well, what can I get for you, sir?
Nader: W-well, I am looking to get into the private rooms at the Sycos software site, and I was informed that keys are given on very strict basis.
Stud4life: Yes, that's true. To protect against, you're a seeker I'm presuming, exactly the likes of you.
NAder: Well, we all need to make a living, and it seems you're not that concerned with the security of their site, if you're selling keys to the highest bidder. Or am I mistaken?
(As the Avatar trots back and forth, a CLAP CLAP CLAP sound is heard.)

Panel Three: A close up of the horse's mouth. (Get it, straight from the horses mouth? HAhahahhaha Oh man, I crack me up.)
stud4life: Very true, very true. Well, my partner and I make quite a killing dealing in information. And being how vast and entangled the information superhighway has become, those capable of actually locating new, and specific information, really are the ones with the power, are they not? After all, any college freshmen can post some specs for the new os on his blog. But very few can find the information that really truly matters. That's why you Seekers exist now, isn't it? The Net is just much too dense for Zillion.

Panel Four: A shot of Nader talking with the Horseman.

NAder: I'm sorry. Please don't take this the wrong way, but it's really very distracting to be talking to a horse about network density.
Stud4life: Good lord, is that all you've been thinking about this whole time?
NAder: I'm sorry! I'm talking to a horse. You're a horse. A giant, bipedal horse. Is that necessary?
Stud4life: I like horses. I feel more comfortable as a horse.
NAder: Why not a horse shirt. Or a tattoo. Or you could be riding a horse? Call me old fashioned, but I'd rather my avatars at least be humanoid.
Stud4life: You're such a bigot. You come to me, looking for a favor and you insult my features. This is who I am. I am a man. But I am also a HORSE-man. I simply feel like a horse.
NAder: I simply feel like a headache. I'm sorry. Did I mess that up? Are you gonna give me the key or what? I'll give you extra for the trouble.
Stud4life: I don't want your pity money. I'll transfer the key straight to your inventory.