Topic: Rough plotline for my new Autphag propaganda movie
+Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM — 13.2 years ago #23,853
I'm in the process of brushing off a new Autphag film script, set in the fictional nation of Aspergia in 2048 (a small area along the Baffin Islands colonized by brave pioneering partisans, remaining faithful to their racial roots untainted by the Neurodivers-insanity agitprop, in the 2020s, invoking a war with Canada which ultimately was won with little recourse to conflict); the plotline involves Autphag's son, Grand Taoiseach Hyperphag (Edited 2 minutes later.)
+Antikhristos !M6R0eWkIpk — 13.2 years ago, 55 minutes later[T] [B] #286,128
I'd watch it.
+Anonymous C — 13.2 years ago, 2 hours later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,194
They'd destroy you before it even got off the ground. Just ask Mel Gibson.
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+Morbid !!HdCEfSrea — 13.2 years ago, 47 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,208
I'm no screenplay writer, but this is good shit.+Anonymous E — 13.2 years ago, 4 hours later, 9 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,303
Directed by Uwe Boll.
+HaikerensGuide !dBGi/iH4eY — 13.2 years ago, 12 minutes later, 9 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,305
Okay.
·Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 1 hour later, 11 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,308
Preview of the script so far:
Valhallan Valkyries: the Aspergian National Destiny
An Autphag Films moviefilm
Written by Autphag
[Opening Scene: an old, weathered-face man, withering in emotional despondence as he gazes onward into the horizon, the sun’s radiar reflection glimmering like petals of gold onto the sea, dancing like a flickering vigil of candles to commemorate our fallen racial brothers, the illumination of these small waterborne lights representing a luminescent gravestone]
[Camera angle perspective gradually rotational panning 180 degrees, initially facing the man at his front, but gradually turning to the silhouette-shaded figure of the hindface of his head; inverting focus, with the figure blurred and the horizon in clear view]
[Cue seagulls chirping and morose music]
[Title overlay: Scrolling Prologue; “In the distant horizon hanging the airy skies in loom blows over a faint, whispy wind, containing the disembodied echoes of a man who once was, but is no more, carrying with its force the mindless geese embodying our mortal vanity, by whom the spirit of this noble one has been forgotten in their collective memory, dissipating to obscurity, in silent communion with art Valkyries in Valhalla...”]
[Camera central focus is on the old man as he walks down the cliffside from which he was sitting at its adjacent edge earlier]
An old Hyperphag [self-narrative voiceover, thinking]: “The year is 2060, and for long, I have been living in exile, in this wretched wasteland, what remains of a nation once known as America, destroyed by the very forces now wrought upon my homeland. Yet I yearn for home; alas, I was overthrown, not by forces of fairness fighting indignantly for the truths spoken upforth from its soil, but from the lying tip-toes of insidious alien invaders. Here I am stuck, in their alien land. But I yearn for one thing upon death: I yearn return to the homeland, I long to commune with the spirit of my proverbial mother, our celestial moon shining upon the dusk grass, who sent me off the long way, percolating up in precipitation to its dominion as I finally confront my immortal conclusion. Please, let me see Aspergia again, even as the spectre that haunts it afterlife.”
[Action: Hyperphag, in a shaky, almost Parkinsonianly tremoring manner, reaches for his military helmet, bearing on its broachface the Aspergian military force insignia: the all-seeing eye against sewer-brain gutter-empiricism, a kind of cross between the Black Sun and the Eye of Horus, wipes with it the tears which he is cringing his face in fighting to hold back, and throws it into the sea]
[Visual effect/Camera angle: prolonged, slow-motion sequence focused upon the hat as it is sent flying on a projectile trajectory to the surface of the water, with emphasis on its movement in air, coming to a return to normal speed as it approaches, plopping into the ocean]
Old Hyperphag [self-narration, during effect sequence]: May the patriotic spirit in these Aryan tears of sorrow revive the extinct Chizeloth!
[Vox: the phrase ‘revive the extinct Chizeloth’ echoes several times, with the final word, ‘Chizeloth’, reverberating on the last echo]
[Cue the morose music’s crescendo to dramatic refrain]
Old Hyperphag [sternly shouting into the heavens]: Father Autphag, I know you’re more than capable of carrying this request!
[Event: A thunderstorm rumbles in the distance.]
[Action: Hyperphag’s crowed eyes crinkle as he smiles his weathered cheeks, eyes glimmering, in tacit acknowledgement of this as a sign of His acceptance of the challenge.]
Old Hyperphag: Thank you, Father!
[Cutscene: Flashback to Hyperphag’s childhood as a three-year-old in Autphag’s new outpost, at the headquarters in the office of his insurrectionist force’s barracks, circa. 2020, Baffin Island, then-Canada. The office’s interior is neatly decorated, walls hung full with honour, pictures, and propaganda]
[Action: Autphag walks in through the front door of the office, smartly dressed in military general attire, replete with honours covering all over his chest.]
[Camera angle: affixed onto Autphag as the focus for now]
[Action: Autphag picks up a young Hyperphag toddling to him at speed]
Autphag [joyful, up-beat tone, as though addressing a child]: Little Hyperphag! Hello young’un! How have you been? I missed you, out there, on the barracks, commanding the drills of these incompetent buffoons for recruits. Goodness knows should it take a miracle for this revolution to be completed successfully. I should hope you grow to a higher calibre, a proud soldier of the Aspergian fatherland! Hehe.
[Action: Hyperphag’s stare is fixed onto Autphag’s general helmet, with the same insignia shown in the opening scene]
Autphag: You’re interested in this, eh? Here, you can keep it. I have plenty. Though, not without a small initiation.
[Action: Autphag playfully noogies the kid’s hair; Hyperphag initially giggles, but laughter soon turns into disgruntled moaning; in desperation, his arms stretch out to first stop his father with one hand and grab the cap on the other]
Autphag: Hehehe. Alright, you may have it your way.
[Action: Autphag places the cap on the child’s head.]
Autphag: Woah! Your brainpain is large for your age. It’s occupying the entire cap at its 60 cm circumference!
[Action: Autphag gets from his pocket miniature phrenological measurement clasps]
Autphag: Hmm, doesn’t appear to be of any abnormally semito-negroidic proportions consistent with pathology. Yes, I can see you growing into a man of fierce intelligence. I wouldn’t give credence to your speech delay, as the Judeo-psychiatric . Femino-negroidic propaganda encourages westerners to learn language fast without substance; it was not historically considered a linear development pattern until recently.
[After a momentary pause of consideration, Autphag directly faces vis-à-vis his son to impart onto him gravely important wisdom]
[Cue reverent music with undertones of sorrowful, solemn devotitude]
Everyone there thinks like little girls. They chatter to the ends of time, without having said a meaningful word, which departing soon as it leaves the mouth disappears into obscurity. You are a man of deep thought, not sparing them to vapid utterances. This, among many other things, is the essence of what it is to be Aspergian; to be a Hypermale.
Valhallan Valkyries: the Aspergian National Destiny
An Autphag Films moviefilm
Written by Autphag
[Opening Scene: an old, weathered-face man, withering in emotional despondence as he gazes onward into the horizon, the sun’s radiar reflection glimmering like petals of gold onto the sea, dancing like a flickering vigil of candles to commemorate our fallen racial brothers, the illumination of these small waterborne lights representing a luminescent gravestone]
[Camera angle perspective gradually rotational panning 180 degrees, initially facing the man at his front, but gradually turning to the silhouette-shaded figure of the hindface of his head; inverting focus, with the figure blurred and the horizon in clear view]
[Cue seagulls chirping and morose music]
[Title overlay: Scrolling Prologue; “In the distant horizon hanging the airy skies in loom blows over a faint, whispy wind, containing the disembodied echoes of a man who once was, but is no more, carrying with its force the mindless geese embodying our mortal vanity, by whom the spirit of this noble one has been forgotten in their collective memory, dissipating to obscurity, in silent communion with art Valkyries in Valhalla...”]
[Camera central focus is on the old man as he walks down the cliffside from which he was sitting at its adjacent edge earlier]
An old Hyperphag [self-narrative voiceover, thinking]: “The year is 2060, and for long, I have been living in exile, in this wretched wasteland, what remains of a nation once known as America, destroyed by the very forces now wrought upon my homeland. Yet I yearn for home; alas, I was overthrown, not by forces of fairness fighting indignantly for the truths spoken upforth from its soil, but from the lying tip-toes of insidious alien invaders. Here I am stuck, in their alien land. But I yearn for one thing upon death: I yearn return to the homeland, I long to commune with the spirit of my proverbial mother, our celestial moon shining upon the dusk grass, who sent me off the long way, percolating up in precipitation to its dominion as I finally confront my immortal conclusion. Please, let me see Aspergia again, even as the spectre that haunts it afterlife.”
[Action: Hyperphag, in a shaky, almost Parkinsonianly tremoring manner, reaches for his military helmet, bearing on its broachface the Aspergian military force insignia: the all-seeing eye against sewer-brain gutter-empiricism, a kind of cross between the Black Sun and the Eye of Horus, wipes with it the tears which he is cringing his face in fighting to hold back, and throws it into the sea]
[Visual effect/Camera angle: prolonged, slow-motion sequence focused upon the hat as it is sent flying on a projectile trajectory to the surface of the water, with emphasis on its movement in air, coming to a return to normal speed as it approaches, plopping into the ocean]
Old Hyperphag [self-narration, during effect sequence]: May the patriotic spirit in these Aryan tears of sorrow revive the extinct Chizeloth!
[Vox: the phrase ‘revive the extinct Chizeloth’ echoes several times, with the final word, ‘Chizeloth’, reverberating on the last echo]
[Cue the morose music’s crescendo to dramatic refrain]
Old Hyperphag [sternly shouting into the heavens]: Father Autphag, I know you’re more than capable of carrying this request!
[Event: A thunderstorm rumbles in the distance.]
[Action: Hyperphag’s crowed eyes crinkle as he smiles his weathered cheeks, eyes glimmering, in tacit acknowledgement of this as a sign of His acceptance of the challenge.]
Old Hyperphag: Thank you, Father!
[Cutscene: Flashback to Hyperphag’s childhood as a three-year-old in Autphag’s new outpost, at the headquarters in the office of his insurrectionist force’s barracks, circa. 2020, Baffin Island, then-Canada. The office’s interior is neatly decorated, walls hung full with honour, pictures, and propaganda]
[Action: Autphag walks in through the front door of the office, smartly dressed in military general attire, replete with honours covering all over his chest.]
[Camera angle: affixed onto Autphag as the focus for now]
[Action: Autphag picks up a young Hyperphag toddling to him at speed]
Autphag [joyful, up-beat tone, as though addressing a child]: Little Hyperphag! Hello young’un! How have you been? I missed you, out there, on the barracks, commanding the drills of these incompetent buffoons for recruits. Goodness knows should it take a miracle for this revolution to be completed successfully. I should hope you grow to a higher calibre, a proud soldier of the Aspergian fatherland! Hehe.
[Action: Hyperphag’s stare is fixed onto Autphag’s general helmet, with the same insignia shown in the opening scene]
Autphag: You’re interested in this, eh? Here, you can keep it. I have plenty. Though, not without a small initiation.
[Action: Autphag playfully noogies the kid’s hair; Hyperphag initially giggles, but laughter soon turns into disgruntled moaning; in desperation, his arms stretch out to first stop his father with one hand and grab the cap on the other]
Autphag: Hehehe. Alright, you may have it your way.
[Action: Autphag places the cap on the child’s head.]
Autphag: Woah! Your brainpain is large for your age. It’s occupying the entire cap at its 60 cm circumference!
[Action: Autphag gets from his pocket miniature phrenological measurement clasps]
Autphag: Hmm, doesn’t appear to be of any abnormally semito-negroidic proportions consistent with pathology. Yes, I can see you growing into a man of fierce intelligence. I wouldn’t give credence to your speech delay, as the Judeo-psychiatric . Femino-negroidic propaganda encourages westerners to learn language fast without substance; it was not historically considered a linear development pattern until recently.
[After a momentary pause of consideration, Autphag directly faces vis-à-vis his son to impart onto him gravely important wisdom]
[Cue reverent music with undertones of sorrowful, solemn devotitude]
Everyone there thinks like little girls. They chatter to the ends of time, without having said a meaningful word, which departing soon as it leaves the mouth disappears into obscurity. You are a man of deep thought, not sparing them to vapid utterances. This, among many other things, is the essence of what it is to be Aspergian; to be a Hypermale.
·Psychonaut !YvOg3lyGuo — 13.2 years ago, 4 hours later, 15 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,358
·Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 2 hours later, 18 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,378
@previous (Psychonaut !YvOg3lyGuo)
Nice smug retardation. Though it'll come to nothing, you act surprise that I have to satiate my boredom.
Nice smug retardation. Though it'll come to nothing, you act surprise that I have to satiate my boredom.
+The Doctor !7MHPahvoGY — 13.2 years ago, 19 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,379
+Triptych !IupsXZPnnU — 13.2 years ago, 2 hours later, 21 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,386
Baffin Island belongs to Canada. Can't be at war with Canada.
·Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 50 minutes later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,388
@previous (Triptych !IupsXZPnnU)
What dictates this? Law. The word of Jewry. It is thus illegitimate.
What dictates this? Law. The word of Jewry. It is thus illegitimate.
·Triptych !IupsXZPnnU — 13.2 years ago, 2 minutes later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,389
@previous (Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nunavut
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nunavut_Land_Claims_Agreement
> 1993 land claims agreement between the Inuit of the Nunavut Settlement Area (then part of the Northwest Territories) and the Government of Canada subject to the Constitution Act of 1982.
Inuit
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nunavut
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nunavut_Land_Claims_Agreement
> 1993 land claims agreement between the Inuit of the Nunavut Settlement Area (then part of the Northwest Territories) and the Government of Canada subject to the Constitution Act of 1982.
Inuit
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·Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 5 minutes later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,391
@previous (Triptych !IupsXZPnnU)
The colonization of Baffin Islands and usurpation of the Inuit mudslime by our superior race shall be explained in the forthcoming scenes.
The colonization of Baffin Islands and usurpation of the Inuit mudslime by our superior race shall be explained in the forthcoming scenes.
·Triptych !IupsXZPnnU — 13.2 years ago, 4 minutes later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,392
·Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM (OP) — 13.2 years ago, 5 minutes later, 22 hours after the original post[T] [B] #286,394
@previous (Triptych !IupsXZPnnU)
Canada has no military and no real compassion for its racial inferiors beyond a stupid commitment to liberal-egalitarian piety in the form of 'racial diversity' and all of this nonsense. I'm sure, realistically, they would not resist this.
Canada has no military and no real compassion for its racial inferiors beyond a stupid commitment to liberal-egalitarian piety in the form of 'racial diversity' and all of this nonsense. I'm sure, realistically, they would not resist this.
·Triptych !IupsXZPnnU — 13.2 years ago, 1 hour later, 1 day after the original post[T] [B] #286,400
@previous (Dr. Autphag !fvna3QzWVM)
Dude, the gov't shells out anything for the military. Any bullshit charges paid, no questions asked.
Dude, the gov't shells out anything for the military. Any bullshit charges paid, no questions asked.
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