You know, this is bad and makes no sense. I should just keep them as cool "what if" designs and not give it a deeper story. Besides, i've got better things to do, like not fail in math and start writing my Now Now and Song Machine analysies, and finish Frye, and my many animatic ideas, and learn Nomad Sculpt, and build my website, and animate stuff. Also I don't like how it doesn't sound like a real story cuz fantasy and it's very expo heavy and not band related.
When they go to Hell should they be reverted to the age that they were supposed to be dead? This could make the story more ambiguous of when it takes place, which could clear my problem a bit. Think I want this to be a more Russel-centric story. Like, Murdoc is still the boss and calling the shots but Russel is the leader. Russel propaganda. Now why are they making and album? Hmm...
They need to be faced with challenges. I need to find one for each of them to explore in this setting. Hmm... What will be the end of this? What's the purpose of this story anyways? Hmm... I'm probably thinking too much into it.
Russel: Being confident, stop running, trust, letting go
Noodle: Violence is not the answer??
2-D: Learning empathy, stop being oblivious, talk about more (?)
Murdoc: Actions have consequences?
This is stupid i'm stopping now WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN NO MATTER HOW STUPID OR CRINGE YOU THINK THEY ARE. JUST GET THEM ON PAPER. YOU NEVER KNOW.
Couple sketches of what they would look like. It started as a "Gorillaz in Hell" concept since I'm surprised they didn't do that before. Also what they would turn into would've been very logical.
The following text was the first fanfic I've ever wrote and, as you can see, I immediatley regretted writing it later on. (see Hell's Garden pt.2)
With the Boogieman dead, Hell needs to find a replacement for lower class soul-taking. Murdoc gets appointed as the new Boogieman, wether he like it or not. Some say that it's because he fooled the prior into it's death and lower management were impressed. Other's say by reward of his faith (they have a very slim pool of options).
First line of command, taking the souls of your loved ones, so then no one will remember you. "Loved ones? Hahaha!! What a f**ing joke. So what, you want me to bring Sarah, Vicky, Ruth, David, Sasha, Peter, (...the list goes on) over here? Oh my god you're making me tear up." The coworkers look at him in confusion. "Murdoc loves no one but himself and his adooooring fans. Even the stalkers. Yep. So what, you want me to take the entire population of the planet Earth down here? Pfft." "This is just sad" said one of the coworkers. "Murodc, says a very monotone voice, you were put here because your stupid arse didn't fufill the prophecy. You just had to babysit one book. ONE BOOK! And all of this sh*t could've already been over with." The voice gets more and more animated. "Oh and what a wacky twist of events, you actually DO need to wipe the entire population since that sodding beach isn't gonna do it for us." "Oh, heh..." sheepishly says the newly appointed Boogieman. His face starts to sour a the thought
"OK then, this plot is going nowhere, so I'm just gonna take out your documents. Noodle, Russel, Cortez and Stuart. Only people you've felt possesive emotions for. Might seem important I don't know", says a coworker. "No no no, not them!! Not that I have anything to do with them, they're just annoying, ugh. Cortez i'll bring though, we're pals."
"Ughh wait a sec, says a new voice, that's the wrong script. Here' the new one." The new figure with the headset that seemed to come from nowhere gives a stack of paper to each coworker. "that reasoning was badly written and made no sense, here's a new one." She leaves. "Hmm, oh OH, ok. Got that wrong, says the main coworker, Ok so forget about the sh*t abou your loved ones, your first line of command is to bring all your bandmates here not because ~~aww you actually care for them~~, nah, it's because they were supposed to die years ago." "Aww yeah! Now you're talking!" interjects Murdoc. "Shut up i'm not done" barks the coworker.
"Russel Hobbs: Spiritual magnet. Carrying at least 5 dormant spirits, 1 captured because he like to manifest himself regularly, so, easy find. The 5 others are still wanted. Sneaking suspiscion says that The Grim Reaper felt pity for his constant demon posession and spared him during the shoot and Del's capture."
"Stuart Harold Pot: Like, come on. This man's a living test dummy. Been in 2 car accidents-" "3, 19-2000 shoot" interjects Murdoc once more. "Wow ok, 3 car accidents, got ran over by a bumper cart, fatal fall at age 11, chronic smoker, painkiller addict due to migranes, constant pain from other injuries and overall dependance due to starting a very young age, AND has YOUR ORGANS, which makes all of those things 100% worse. Def should be dead by now. Oh yeah, forgot to mention the constant physical abuse you gave to that guy."
"And lastly, Noodle: She was actually supposed to be here. Got sucked through that demonic sinkhole and somehow managed to escape, without your help. So she literally belongs here." "Whoah whoah whoah whoah, I thought I made that up!! That really happened?? Sure I was drunk and blacked out the moment I went through that portal, but I never thought I guessed it right. Huh, go me I guess. I knew I was a prophet", you-know-who adds.
Obviously ignoring the prior statement, the coworker snaps it's fingers and out pops a familiar raven no plopped on the neo-boogieman's shoulder. "Anyways, this plot's going nowhere fast. Go get those souls. Shoo. Buh-bye." Murdoc tries to mouth an answer befor he went back to the inevitable:[insert place he's staying in cos I don't know when I want this story to take place]
Writing cuz I'm bored. Hmm, what should I write? I don't know. Me when, when, when. To be honest, I just like the feeling of using a pencil. Like, REAL pencil. Wish I was better a traditional art. Welp, I can't get better unless I try!
I wanna make a Russel animatic, I don't know what song to do it with tho. OOO wait, I can write down my animatic ideas!
Ok so, I have a vague idea on what a Skinny Ape one would be. Think it would be really cool if they switched between designs in the mv, don't know if I should focus
on the ape himself or the entire band tho.
Just thought of a pretty comedic one for Tarantula, it kinda fits on how I interperet the song so yeah. Murdoc Niccals
feelinng (real) love for the first time, cue comedic montage of attempts at getting attention! Idk I just think it would be cute if someone made a lighthearted
fanimatic for once. Cut to me being an oximoron and talking about my idea for Opium.
Idk, the imagery of Stuart with the ventilator from the visualizer is so evocative.
This is the one that I prolly wouldn't do cuz A: long ass song, B: I don't want to accidentally misrepresent and/or glorify an overdose story cuz it's a very serious and sensitive topic.
Also have an idea for Momentary Bliss. Just imagining it as a Worthikids video idk why. Basically, picture the mv but crank it to 1000%.
OOo! Almost forgot about Captain Chicken! Want it to start with Del (the character) just casually coming out of a portal from Hell and asking if anyone wants some chicken
that he got. I'd be really funny.
Side tangent: I love that song. Sounds like if Superfast Jellyfish was on Demon Days. Should've been on the main album imo.
The following text was written in 2023 and I have no idea if I was just sleep deprived or very bored. You have been warned.
Nature is chaos, we are orderly and that goes against nature. Heaven is chaotic, Hell is orderly. Nature is Heaven, buisness is Hell. What's more of a punishment? Living in chaos or living in order? We build things to try and keep us at one place. Why? Why? Why?
Heaven is nature, Hell is what we make from it. We as humans do not like perfection. Nature isn't perfect, why would Heaven be? Hell is perfect down to the millimeter to make us unconfortable. Organic shapes do not exist there. No cracks, no imperfections means no quirks of personality. That sounds more like Hell than anything. Intelligence is just how easy you can understand things and connect the dots. I should pull my otamatone out and actually learn a piece. Hell is green.
Are ghosts just in Pergatory? Since they're mist, they should go up, but something is keeping them down. Ghosts don't beling in Hell. Zombies probably do though. Almost like a reverse of ghosts. There's something keeping them up. Or maybe they're middle phases. Demon --> Zombie --> Ghost --> Angel. If angels are birds shouldn't demons be bugs or moles or deep sea crustasceans? Why is my hair so greasy? I just washed it yesterday...
This is what I think Hell looks like.
I once was watching this music video with my sibling and just ramdomly said:
"This reminds me of what I think Hell looks like."
They were very confused.
I did not elaborate.
This is my first log. I am currently writing this in my website's infancy (no css in sight). I don't really like writing - or even good at it - but I feel like a personal webite without a blog is blasphemy. Also it's super weird to write personal stuff in a void in which I will never know who will read it. I'm planning on adding a bunch of fancy things to organize all my logs, since I will be talking about a bunch of differnt things. I hope that I (and you) can come back to this log in the future and see the site and all the ideas I have for it implemented. Most of these early logs will just be me transcribing things I wrote in my notepad last year to fill this section up. I mean, I can't have an empty blog on presentation day, can I? I'll be mark them with "notepad thoughts" so then you'll know which ones not to read lol.
