A story about breaking the 4th wall in cinema, the story follows a writer in his struggle to write in a new way, will it succeed in blowing the audience away... or will his media career come crashing to an end.
We will be forwarding the due date, and digging through all of the current auditions. Scripts will be sent out to those who succeeded in their auditions, payment and recording will still commence on the *End* date. Thankyou everyone for your auditions, and we hope you have luck in future.
Just another average 12 year old child (still bored)
Me too.
What’s that?
Okay, that sounds like fun.
You know count von count from seseme street? yes. Basically him.
Yes! Yes! Cunt with me! Cunt with me, you little cunting children! A ha ha! A ha ha!
I’m just reading the script.
Ne! Tw! Three! Fur! Fur ranges! A ha ha! A ha ha!
A stuffy english gentleman, one that you could imagine sitting next to a fire place, sitting on a leather chair sipping classy scotch and smoking fine cigars.
Ahem-
Very well. Welcome to Bizarre Bazaar. My name is Stuffy English Bastard, and...is that really necessary? I mean, you can’t give me a proper name?
Penis shaped? My word.
the stupidest, most retarded writer/person ever. (No offense) must sound one-toned and reeeaaaalllly dumb.
My "O" key is broke.
It’s counting. "Counting children." C’mon, you should know how repetitive this shit is by now.
I tried, but they don’t sell individual keys. I have to buy the whole lot.
Just your average 30yr old male. nothing to special, but he has a blood curdling scream.
Here, Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie. Here, Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie.
Oh, it’s no trouble at all. Happy to help.
GGRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH! AH! AH! AH AH! OH! IS THAT MY LIVER! GGGGGUUUURRRRGGGG!
A really bored 12 year old child.
I’m bored.
Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s play Sigfried and Roy.
We’ll be magicians.
You call of duty faggots. no scopes and shit.
Fuck You!
Suck My Cock!
Fellate a curling iron, you no culture having, douchebag sippin’, dick suckin, ass eatin’, propellor hat wearin’, diaper changin’, gatorade drinkin’ Motherfucker!
Average House-wife, mum, weird single milf. pretty average.
Thanks, Jerry. I really appreciate you taking the time to help me find Lizzie.
Oh, there she is. Here baby.
A hipster bitch. vegan. annoying. just absolutely ear rape.
I know, right? I mean, I’ve tried the night time first dates, and things just end up kind of ho hum. You go to dinner, a movie where you can’t talk, and then you just go home, not getting a real sense of who the person you just spent four hours with is.
Yeah. The only reason I do this is because I want a little pop in my top, you know? You’re my last hope before I go the craigslist route.
Hey, have you ever entered a room and noticed that the other person in it didn’t see or hear you come in?
Just a random person, be strong and firm with the voice, to resemble a pushy director.
Damnit! Why is this script loaded with cunts!
Well, I’m extremely sorry to hear that, but we can’t call our viewers "cunting children".
We’ll fix it in post! Go to the next line, Alucard. And...action!
A sex driven prick.
You know, Sue, I had a really nice time with you here. It’s good to just have something casual during the day.
I’m sorry. Can’t fuck?
I...guess...so?
santa claus... you know that guy.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Merry Christmas!
HOLY FUCK!
The writer. basically, the broken down wreck who is trying to make it big by creating a new writing style, he is rather ignorant, blunt (straight to the point kind of guy). basically just a prick.
What you are about to read is complete nonsense, the result of an experiment conducted for the sole purpose of answering the question "What happens when a writer writes just to write?".
An elaborate library tucked into a dark corner of what can only be assumed as a giant house. Yes, assumed. I’m not about to show you the house just so you can say "Yeah, that’s a big fucking house!".
He’s an older gentleman, and without saying a word gives off such a pretentious vibe you can’t help but want to punch him in the face. The red, crushed velvet smoking jacket he wears doesn’t help either.
