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not likely to put many of the ideas into practice,as has been discussed,
but some films such as star wars or wings of honneamise,have a different world ,detailed and with
differences in their world,also with other sci fi set in our world but very different ,its good to have a [nearly] complete complex,environment
in which the story is set.
its not likely for most of these to happen,so maybe they can be integrated into the plot for a film..
Guerrilla Halfbakers
http://www.halfbake...rrilla_20Halfbakers
When our work is done, you won't need a special movie set, you'll be able to shoot on location. [beauxeault, Apr 06 2001, last modified Oct 04 2004]
Combined bra and gun holster
http://news.bbc.co....1297000/1297213.stm
I can't believe we all missed out on this one. It might have been useful in this story. [angel, Apr 06 2001, last modified Oct 21 2004]
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Monkfish, a 30something Canadian ascetic with a tonsure and a penchant for dark brown clothing wakes up in his Film Noir Home with the Extended-Length Bed, the Surreal Clock Radio waking him to the sound of Tibetan prayer chants. |
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He slips into his Waterfall Shower with 'Shower Scum' Eating Organisms. Once out of the shower, he goes to the Washing Wardrobe and dons his Klein Bottle Socks, Heated Underpants, Reinforced-Crotch Trousers and Metal-detecting Shoes. He checks in the mirror that his Human Bioluminescence is an even, all-over colour and that his Tail is safely stowed. |
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His Duct Tape Suit won't be needed today. He's wearing Chameleon Clothing and a 'Watch My Rage' Tie. |
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Making his way down the hallway he makes a mental note to reprogram the Programmable Paint to a darker shade of blue. Once in the kitchen a quick bowl of Caffeinated Cereal to start the day. Maybe a real breakfast down at the Urban Legends Diner later would be a good idea..... |
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yes,that sort of thing,a few more of rods tigers inventions to make it a surreal fantasy,a few more of affroassaults inventions to make it an action film with special effects,etc |
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... the Soundtrack To His Life is playing his favourite song in Third Person Plural Conditional Past Perfect Continuous Song Lyrics as he cleans his teeth with the Auto-loading Toothbrush, loaded with A.M. Toothpaste. |
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Out through the front door, and it's not yet properly light, he steps over a little pile of Luminescent Dogshit on the path on the way to his Lemon Powered SUV, he checks quickly to see there are no Sports Utility Spuds in the exhaust pipe. There is one and he can't be bothered removing it right now. He pulls the tab on his briefcase and steps clear as his Inflatable Car inflates itself. He climbs into the driver's seat, resets the Drive Data Recorder and breathes into the Ignition Breathalyser, then turns the key.... |
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...continually scanning his eyes over the Anti-tailgating device and the radar detector link, he notices the Break-o-Meter on the car ahead of him is going up, and he begins to slow while musing on the poor spelling of some engineers... |
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... he readies his Paintball Gun and Darts, and all of the other anti-road rage devices available in this strange world. The problem is not someone setting up to annoy him though. It's one of those damned Custard-Filled Speed Bumps. |
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Safely on the other side of it, he accelerates rapidly, touching his coat pocket, to ensure he has his Speeding Permit with him today.... |
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...mindful of his Steering Wheel Spike, he levels off his
speed to be on the safe side, and then whips out his
cellphone to call the office. But what's this?! Someone has
replaced his usual cellphone with an Exploding Cellphone!
Monkfish tosses the instrument of death out his window
with a practiced flick of his wrist. As the explosion tears
up the street behind him, Monkfish makes a hard left
towards the Superhero and Supervillain Name Registration
Office, so he can begin his search for the evil
supergenius who replaced his cellphone... |
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Everyone on their first marks. Let's do it again. This time with more explosions. |
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Monkfish, a 30something Canadian ascetic with a tonsure and a penchant for dark brown clothing, suddenly explodes. |
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I don't know, somehow it just doesn't fly for me. |
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No no no... MORE explosions: |
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Monkfish, a 30something Canadian ascetic with a tonsure
and a penchant for dark brown clothing, suddenly
explodes eight times. |
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AfroAssault, the pyro guy in the crew, sits in the shade by a trailer, field-stripping an Inflatable Fist before wiring the squibs in it for the next scene.... |
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... he thinks aloud. If only we could do some Exploding Statues or Exploding Pigeons or Food. |
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The action starts again, and Monkfish runs perfectly through the scene this time. Having baked that scene so quickly, he makes his way over to where PeterSealy is declaring sirrobin's brownies to be baked.... |
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With the vigor that only a true egnostic could muster, PeterSealy is derangedly condemning sirrobin's favorite recipe, suggesting that perhaps he would do better to bake himself a chicken bong... |
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...ugh !! He heads over to the mobile cafeteria, and goes thru the refrigerator, looking at Marijuana Beer, Meat Beer, Star Trek Beer, Glow in the Dark Beer etc. before selecting a Random Soda and some sushi. |
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He sits down with waugsqueke and dnm, against whom he plays Sushi Chess daily. He caracks the can of soft drink and takes a swig... hruurrhk !! If only these goddamned things had labels... beef soda is horrible. He reaches for the Blue Salt to help it along... |
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Just as dnm finishes the game and Peter agonizingly ingests his own fugu-king, AfroAssault approaches, squib-armed fist in hand. "Hey, guys! I finally found a Registered Shaman, and got my Evil Robot working again. We're gonna go Unleash Satan; wanna watch?" |
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"Ah, felgercarb, that old bit again?!" waugsqueke bellows. "That'd be the third time this month!" "Yeah, Unleash Satan: The Quickening," chimes in dnm. |
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"Well, I've got a more entertaining archery lesson later on today, but I'm game for later. It'd be better than watching 'I'd Eat That!' or 'Win That Knighthood!' again, anyway," Peter tells AA. |
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"Ok," determines AfroAssault. "Meet me at the Church of No-Pants on Perihelion; that's this Cthursday. I'll bring the Donuts in a Can, and a case of Sober(tm), and we can order out from the Pizza Satellite." |
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Meanwhile, back at his inflatable house, Rods Tiger is getting ready to attend the Halfbaker's Convention. A quick run of the ironing tortise and his Rectal T-shirt is donned. He squirts some All-Clean on his Darth Maul Saber Toothbrush and cleans up the mess with a spray-on paper towel. Before departing, he makes sure to turn down the Global Ambience Radio and arm the Cheap Security system. Moments later, he's off in his Utili-Car. |
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Apparently, the last guy left the high-rising seat up, and it takes a moment to adjust it back down. He heads towards the 2-up, double-sided, drive up ATM and hopes that the time limit will ensure a merely cursory gambling session. After that, it's off to the Grolf course for the convention... |
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Thanks all you geniuses. The 'Bakery at its best. |
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this doesnt seem to be the same story...
fun anyway |
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As UnaBubba suggests, this will be a 'skin' for the FNH. |
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Later that day, UnaBubba is driving into the heart of Croissant City in his Imac Clear Car. He looks up at the Skyscraper Windmills and realises that the turbines can actually be made larger. They can overhang the face of the buildings, like Dutch windmills. The photovoltaic paint on them has increased their generation capacity markedly. He shudders involuntarily as he remembers the attempted terrorist attacks launched by MrT... |
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...later at home in the Black-Bottom Pool with his Israeli wife (a mistake at the Spouse-Swapping for Mid-East Peace office) and Gooseneck Waterproof Laptop he relaxes with a quick game of Sim Evil before checking the view from his deck with What's That Hill? The Floating Food Filter in the pool buzzes around collecting the Giant Oreo and Giant Huge Popcorn crumbs he's dropping (Ooops! Did that register on the Standardised Flatulence Scale?).
Aware that the Virtual Free Disk Space server is down again he backs up the machine with his Proper CD Burner instead, shielding his eyes from the glare with some Half-Mirrored Contact Lenses.
Agh! A call from his boss on his Retro Cell Phone (bought to replace the Exploding Cell Phone)! - The Enviro-Noise kicks in to simulate his Improved Office Cubicle (now built with Bulletproof Cubicle Walls since Tranquilizer Guns For Everyone became popular...).
While on the phone, sipping Alcoholic Milk from his Bean Bag Mug he checks out his Palm HalfBakery Portal (Using his Real Name) but is cut short by the Marriage-Saving HalfBakery Shut-Off Device.
He checks out a few of his favourite Fully Clothed Celebrity and Advert Music Sites (and Vernon's Site for a bit of masochistic fun) until his Emergency Spousal Cut-Off kicks in...
Feeling a call of nature, he gets out of the pool... |
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