Post by Jack of Blades on May 3, 2006 8:44:12 GMT -5
Director's Note: Italics will be a voice-over of Jack's narration. Normal font will be speech.
(We open up on a convenience store where Jack of Blades, dressed as the geeky office worker which he has done many time before, is cueing to purchase a magazine. There is somebody in front of him but the camera is singly focusing on Jack and therefore the person being served cannot be seen. Jack's hair is greasy, he's wearing thick-rim spectacles and is wearing a white colour shirt with a generic 'cornflower blue' tie. He's carrying a powder blue lunchbox with him that would look more suitable in a school cafeteria rather than a full grown adult.)
(V.O) You know the kind of guy that does nothing but good things and then wonders why his life sucks...?
(The camera then turns around to reveal that the customer in front of Jack is actually attempting to rob the store. He's aiming a shotgun at the worried clerk and has a ebony ski-mask over his head. He shouts constant demands like 'cigarettes' and 'cash register' which the attendant pre-empts and gives to the crook.)
Crook:....And a lotto scratch-off as well.
(The attendant obliges and hands him a lucky lottery scratch card. The criminal scratches the card off with the butt of his weapon revealing a winning prize amount of fifty thousand dollars. The crook cheers and runs out of the store ecstatic. Jack takes his place in the cue looking apathetic to the robbery like everyone else behind him. He pays for his magazine and gives some spare change to the charity tin by the side of him. He then shrugs his shoulders and says)
Jack of Blades: Could I have a lotto card as well, please?
(The attendant obliges and Jack eagerly scratches off the panel on his card. It reveals the sentence 'You must pay the clerk $5!' Jack looks up at the store attendant. The store attendant responds with a stern glance causing Jack to hand over five dollars in singles.)
(V.O)...Well, that was me...
(We then cut to Jack of Blades on a train. He's still geared out in his nerdy attire. On Jack's left side is a drunken tramp who most likely calls this place his home. He is snoring loudly but Jack of Blades is too interested in reading his Spider-Man comic. The choice of reading material has caused many of the passengers to give Jack funny looks. The tramp then turns his head to lean on Jack's shoulder and begins to drool on it. Jack lowers his comic book and sighs at being used as a rest for a sleeping inebriate. He lifts his head up to notice an attractive woman on the opposite side. Jack catches her looking at him which causes her to break her stare. Jack continues to look as the attractive woman does the same. They both laugh and the attractive woman moves towards Jack and sits on his right side. Jack demonstrates a look of bemusement as he's rarely used to this sort of attention. She raises her petite hand to shake Jack's.)
Attractive Woman: Hi, my name is Jennifer.
(V.O)...Everytime something good happened to me, something bad was waiting right around the corner.
(Jack raises his hand to shake Jennifer's as the drunken tramp who was using Jack as a prop wakes up only to vomit all over Jack. Jennifer, the attractive woman, looks disgusted and walks away as Jack of Blades wipes the vomit from his eyes and continues to read his comic book. We then cut to Jack in a office cubicle typing on a computer keyboard and sporadically glancing at his archaic monitor. The camera then turns to outside the cubicle where a portly fourty-nine-year old man is waving papers at Jack. Jack looks up at his boss, perturbed by the papers, and stops his typing except for the fact he rests two fingers on two unseen keys.)
Boss: Hey, it's my son's wedding this weekend and we're going over to Que West for the ceremony so I'm not gonna be here to file this actuation report and as Dave did the calculations wrong, can you fill in?
Jack of Blades: Well, I was plann--
(The Boss simply throws the paper at Jack of Blades and walks away without giving him a chance to refuse the question. Jack gives another sigh, lifts the paper out of his lap as The Boss mutters a half-baked thanks and wanders off to continue his day. Jack tries to centre himself back on his work and notices that he has rested two of his fingers on the 'H' and 'A' key of his keyboard. He looks at the monitor to see a whole page saying 'HAHA.')
(V.O)...Insanity...
(We then cut to the same office as before but with Jack's cubicle empty, the camera skims along to other cubicles to show phonies on their phones networking and making contacts, all common things of the day. The camera then cut into Jack of Blades, his clothes disheveled and his tie missing with a few bloodstains thrown in for good measure, carrying an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-powered semiautomatic.)
(V.O)...That's when I realised I had to change...
(No one has noticed Jack of Blades standing in the centre of the office with his weapon. He moves it to shoot and fires a few rounds into a female co-worker causing explosions of claret to stain her Dilbert calender. The panic begins. As manic workers flee in terror, Jack of Blades with a gleeful look of expression turns to the watercooler where two male posers are discussing '24', 'Ikea' or something of the like. He fires a round into the watercooler housing causing water to spill on their Armani suits.)
(V.O)...so I made a list of every shitty thing that ever happened to me...
(We then cut to Jack of Blades taking a female worker captive and placing her on a swivel office chair. The kind that has wheels. He ties her up with a wheel of telephone cord before kicking the back of the chair and forcing her to fly down the corridor and through the high-rise windows to the seventy-story drop to the ground.)
(V.O)...and one by one, I'm not going to get even, I'm going to get mad...
(We then cut to Jack of Blades and his semiautomatic entering the Boss' office. He looks worried as Jack raises the gun and pulls the trigger. An empty click. It's out of bullets. The Boss sighs before turning to his computer monitor and seeing a black screen with a single laughing smiley-face on it. He gulps before the monitor explodes in his face.)
(V.O)...I’m just trying to be a better person...
(The camera then cuts to Jack of Blades sitting in a white-padded room wearing a straight-jacket. His hair is out of shape and his eyes crossed. He giggles with a intangiable joy. He portrays the stereotype of a psychotic.)
(V.O)...My Name Is Jack...
(We open up on a convenience store where Jack of Blades, dressed as the geeky office worker which he has done many time before, is cueing to purchase a magazine. There is somebody in front of him but the camera is singly focusing on Jack and therefore the person being served cannot be seen. Jack's hair is greasy, he's wearing thick-rim spectacles and is wearing a white colour shirt with a generic 'cornflower blue' tie. He's carrying a powder blue lunchbox with him that would look more suitable in a school cafeteria rather than a full grown adult.)
(V.O) You know the kind of guy that does nothing but good things and then wonders why his life sucks...?
(The camera then turns around to reveal that the customer in front of Jack is actually attempting to rob the store. He's aiming a shotgun at the worried clerk and has a ebony ski-mask over his head. He shouts constant demands like 'cigarettes' and 'cash register' which the attendant pre-empts and gives to the crook.)
Crook:....And a lotto scratch-off as well.
(The attendant obliges and hands him a lucky lottery scratch card. The criminal scratches the card off with the butt of his weapon revealing a winning prize amount of fifty thousand dollars. The crook cheers and runs out of the store ecstatic. Jack takes his place in the cue looking apathetic to the robbery like everyone else behind him. He pays for his magazine and gives some spare change to the charity tin by the side of him. He then shrugs his shoulders and says)
Jack of Blades: Could I have a lotto card as well, please?
(The attendant obliges and Jack eagerly scratches off the panel on his card. It reveals the sentence 'You must pay the clerk $5!' Jack looks up at the store attendant. The store attendant responds with a stern glance causing Jack to hand over five dollars in singles.)
(V.O)...Well, that was me...
(We then cut to Jack of Blades on a train. He's still geared out in his nerdy attire. On Jack's left side is a drunken tramp who most likely calls this place his home. He is snoring loudly but Jack of Blades is too interested in reading his Spider-Man comic. The choice of reading material has caused many of the passengers to give Jack funny looks. The tramp then turns his head to lean on Jack's shoulder and begins to drool on it. Jack lowers his comic book and sighs at being used as a rest for a sleeping inebriate. He lifts his head up to notice an attractive woman on the opposite side. Jack catches her looking at him which causes her to break her stare. Jack continues to look as the attractive woman does the same. They both laugh and the attractive woman moves towards Jack and sits on his right side. Jack demonstrates a look of bemusement as he's rarely used to this sort of attention. She raises her petite hand to shake Jack's.)
Attractive Woman: Hi, my name is Jennifer.
(V.O)...Everytime something good happened to me, something bad was waiting right around the corner.
(Jack raises his hand to shake Jennifer's as the drunken tramp who was using Jack as a prop wakes up only to vomit all over Jack. Jennifer, the attractive woman, looks disgusted and walks away as Jack of Blades wipes the vomit from his eyes and continues to read his comic book. We then cut to Jack in a office cubicle typing on a computer keyboard and sporadically glancing at his archaic monitor. The camera then turns to outside the cubicle where a portly fourty-nine-year old man is waving papers at Jack. Jack looks up at his boss, perturbed by the papers, and stops his typing except for the fact he rests two fingers on two unseen keys.)
Boss: Hey, it's my son's wedding this weekend and we're going over to Que West for the ceremony so I'm not gonna be here to file this actuation report and as Dave did the calculations wrong, can you fill in?
Jack of Blades: Well, I was plann--
(The Boss simply throws the paper at Jack of Blades and walks away without giving him a chance to refuse the question. Jack gives another sigh, lifts the paper out of his lap as The Boss mutters a half-baked thanks and wanders off to continue his day. Jack tries to centre himself back on his work and notices that he has rested two of his fingers on the 'H' and 'A' key of his keyboard. He looks at the monitor to see a whole page saying 'HAHA.')
(V.O)...Insanity...
(We then cut to the same office as before but with Jack's cubicle empty, the camera skims along to other cubicles to show phonies on their phones networking and making contacts, all common things of the day. The camera then cut into Jack of Blades, his clothes disheveled and his tie missing with a few bloodstains thrown in for good measure, carrying an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-powered semiautomatic.)
(V.O)...That's when I realised I had to change...
(No one has noticed Jack of Blades standing in the centre of the office with his weapon. He moves it to shoot and fires a few rounds into a female co-worker causing explosions of claret to stain her Dilbert calender. The panic begins. As manic workers flee in terror, Jack of Blades with a gleeful look of expression turns to the watercooler where two male posers are discussing '24', 'Ikea' or something of the like. He fires a round into the watercooler housing causing water to spill on their Armani suits.)
(V.O)...so I made a list of every shitty thing that ever happened to me...
(We then cut to Jack of Blades taking a female worker captive and placing her on a swivel office chair. The kind that has wheels. He ties her up with a wheel of telephone cord before kicking the back of the chair and forcing her to fly down the corridor and through the high-rise windows to the seventy-story drop to the ground.)
(V.O)...and one by one, I'm not going to get even, I'm going to get mad...
(We then cut to Jack of Blades and his semiautomatic entering the Boss' office. He looks worried as Jack raises the gun and pulls the trigger. An empty click. It's out of bullets. The Boss sighs before turning to his computer monitor and seeing a black screen with a single laughing smiley-face on it. He gulps before the monitor explodes in his face.)
(V.O)...I’m just trying to be a better person...
(The camera then cuts to Jack of Blades sitting in a white-padded room wearing a straight-jacket. His hair is out of shape and his eyes crossed. He giggles with a intangiable joy. He portrays the stereotype of a psychotic.)
(V.O)...My Name Is Jack...
