Friday, 25 February 2011
Final Major: Chernobyl Boy Roughs
With all three of the initial story idea now done - the third of which I'll post up once I get my Scribd account sorted - I've started to properly consider the character designs. I won't throw out any final designs until next week after I've cleared a few things with Alan and Phil, however I've mocked up some thumbnails; here are the initial sketches for Chernobyl Boy.
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lots to like here, Zack - I'll get the rest of your poem back to you this weekend. In the meantime, get on with Chenobyl Boy...
In a land where the sunset is a blistering haze,
and where the earth is bombarded by harmful x-rays,
lives a child all alone, a sweet bundle of joy
known simply to all as the Chernobyl Boy.
The child had his toys but he loved nothing more,
Than to watch his TV, all else was a bore,
hypnotised by the screen, by its flickering light
watching the 'Rocket Man' show all day and all night.
With his jumpsuit blood red and his helmet so bright,
Rocket-man beat up the bad guys with all of his might.
But what made this brave hero an incredible guy,
was his trusty red rocket on which he flew through the sky.
Right from episode one, Chernobyl Boy always dreamed,
Like his hero he could be, and yet somehow it seemed
that being a hero was an impossible task.
What was it he needed? Was it too much to ask?
Then all became clear, to the young boy’s delight,
In a message from Rocket Man one Saturday night,
Standing tall, standing proud, and his teeth all of a gleam
Chernobyl Boy’s hero made an announcement on screen,
He said, "We'll train all of you up to be strong, brave and true,
Rocket Man needs your courage, Rocket-Men just like you!”
A new world he described that from x-rays was free
And he gave it a name: he called it Sanctuary.
Now determined and sure of what he would become,
(A crime-fighting hero fighting villainous scum)
The boy gathered his stuff and packed his rucksack,
and hit the road running and didn't look back.
Through streets that were littered with debris and with craters,
from a terrible war between two faceless dictators,
the young boy pressed onwards with indomitable grit
His destination all now that mattered and him reaching it.
When at last, after days, the boy reached the cliff side,
he spied Sanctuary’s tower wherein his dreams were inside.
Yet as close as it was, hard to reach it would be,
for it stood alone on an island very far out to sea.
And just as it seemed as if he'd run out of luck,
Chernobyl Boy noticed the military truck.
His brain started whirring as inspiration began,
Because the truck had a rocket and the boy had a plan.
He climbed up the rocket and sat his body on top,
And dreamed of the day he’d be the cream of the crop.
And with his ambition alight and his belief more than staunch,
The boy pressed the button - three...two...one...LAUNCH!!
The rocket screamed off in the blink of an eye,
roaring higher and higher into the milky white sky,
The small boy had done it! The young lad was thrilled!
In a matter of moments, his pipedream fulfilled.
But happily is not how this story unravels.
Or contentment the prize of Chernobyl’s boy’s travels
For just as the lad felt on the world he was top,
the realisation came next that his flight wouldn’t stop.
So as the missile continued at its meteor’s pace,
Chernobyl’s boy’s choice was to cover his face.
And with Rocket-Man’s tower, with an incredible crash,
Chernobyl boy had collided and was reduced but to ash.
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