Looking for writer for a sci fi mystery
Alright, I put this out there a few months ago. Got some nibbles but I'm going to toss it out there again.
I've got a Detective story I'd like to do.
Main Character Mr. Green[link]
I've been looking for a writer for this:
The concept:
Theme: Noir, Pulp, -Blade Runner- Science fiction mystery story.
Backdrop: Mr. Green a private detective in the alternate 1930's. Science has progressed by leaps and bounds in a very short time period. -Super Science- The US watching and funding quite a few up and coming scientists. If and when a experiment go horribly wrong or Trying to find a scientist who has gone mad and or disappears suddenly. They send in Mr. Green to solve the case.
But when he's not dealing with cutting edge science mysteries, and the government. He's got a small hole in the wall office where he takes odd cases here and there in the gritty city of Platinum Star city.
Mr. Greens character is your classic hard boiled detective -bordering on insane-.
He thinks he's seen the worst of the worst when he was a normal detective. But he was wrong, when he became a product of super science himself. Suffering an accident that would leave a normal man dead. He was resuscitate and is now kept alive by a experimental stimulant. Finding out that if he falls asleep he will die, among seeing horrors of science gone wrong, things bordering on the super natural and his sleep deprived brain playing tricks on him he STILL manages to keep his cool. He just needs to say awake
I've got a Detective story I'd like to do.
Main Character Mr. Green[link]
I've been looking for a writer for this:
The concept:
Theme: Noir, Pulp, -Blade Runner- Science fiction mystery story.
Backdrop: Mr. Green a private detective in the alternate 1930's. Science has progressed by leaps and bounds in a very short time period. -Super Science- The US watching and funding quite a few up and coming scientists. If and when a experiment go horribly wrong or Trying to find a scientist who has gone mad and or disappears suddenly. They send in Mr. Green to solve the case.
But when he's not dealing with cutting edge science mysteries, and the government. He's got a small hole in the wall office where he takes odd cases here and there in the gritty city of Platinum Star city.
Mr. Greens character is your classic hard boiled detective -bordering on insane-.
He thinks he's seen the worst of the worst when he was a normal detective. But he was wrong, when he became a product of super science himself. Suffering an accident that would leave a normal man dead. He was resuscitate and is now kept alive by a experimental stimulant. Finding out that if he falls asleep he will die, among seeing horrors of science gone wrong, things bordering on the super natural and his sleep deprived brain playing tricks on him he STILL manages to keep his cool. He just needs to say awake
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sorry not moments but months ago
I wrote a story like this just a few moments ago with a scientist going missing.
About a detective like this?
yeah but my guy was all human and he was hired to find a scientist that had gone missing.
well then it's like mirroring this idea as Mr. Greens not a robot.
say again
lol. okay that came out wrong. I was just saying he's not a robot. so the idea's a similar. But hell nothings new now adays.
I'm sure stories a lot better then mine. heh.
I'm sure stories a lot better then mine. heh.
Platinum Star – this city is the proof that darkness can glimmer. All the rot and filth in its oily slums and daily electric buzz, all the mutilated people with their fashionable prosthetics. The thin layer of chrome conceals the Iron tooth of time chewing on mankind ever faster as we're shifting to higher and higher gear to escape it...
As I was spacing out, rambling among my past experiences, Chastity's fair countenance slowly warped into the abominable face of a bat, or maybe a pig – I couldn't really tell. My world's been falling apart ever since my operation; as if the clockwork monster I've become was reflected through my world. The absurd and grotesque irrationality of the dreamworld has become a regular guest in my eyes destined to never shut. It is not a question whether I'm insane or not anymore – only my regular drug shots prevent me from losing at least my pragmatism.
Not that I wouldn't be glad to finally lose it and forget this whole torment in my delightful stupor.
"Green, are you even plisken?" the woman said, and added "Are you alright?"
I've been dead tired for some time now. "What plisken?" I thought to myself – Chas was talking nonsense again.
"You look awful, you know," she prompted bluntly, "You should really get some rest," It's funny how my spontaneously developed split personality still sees me in my human form, with my human expressions on my face. And it has become ironic that she's become my secretary, a most dependable imaginary friend who keeps my imaginary documents of my imaginary cabinet of my imaginary office somewhere in my subconscious – not that I don't need to keep a physical copy of them at the real one, though.
Rambling around among these thoughts, I suddenly noticed that my glass was empty. I detached the injection tube from my shining, metallic forearm, and gave them back to the bartender.
"Would you like another one?" he asked casually. I was a bit tipsy, a good deal away from passing out. "No, thanks," I replied. I didn't want to pass out, but my brain felt like sponge lately.
I took a case last week in my private office from an old lady trying to find her son, who had joined an occult sect and went missing. Of course, I don't know much about it, but the clues have lead me to the El Nino Congregation, a covertly operating anti-technologist separatist group.
...
Something like this for a start?
As I was spacing out, rambling among my past experiences, Chastity's fair countenance slowly warped into the abominable face of a bat, or maybe a pig – I couldn't really tell. My world's been falling apart ever since my operation; as if the clockwork monster I've become was reflected through my world. The absurd and grotesque irrationality of the dreamworld has become a regular guest in my eyes destined to never shut. It is not a question whether I'm insane or not anymore – only my regular drug shots prevent me from losing at least my pragmatism.
Not that I wouldn't be glad to finally lose it and forget this whole torment in my delightful stupor.
"Green, are you even plisken?" the woman said, and added "Are you alright?"
I've been dead tired for some time now. "What plisken?" I thought to myself – Chas was talking nonsense again.
"You look awful, you know," she prompted bluntly, "You should really get some rest," It's funny how my spontaneously developed split personality still sees me in my human form, with my human expressions on my face. And it has become ironic that she's become my secretary, a most dependable imaginary friend who keeps my imaginary documents of my imaginary cabinet of my imaginary office somewhere in my subconscious – not that I don't need to keep a physical copy of them at the real one, though.
Rambling around among these thoughts, I suddenly noticed that my glass was empty. I detached the injection tube from my shining, metallic forearm, and gave them back to the bartender.
"Would you like another one?" he asked casually. I was a bit tipsy, a good deal away from passing out. "No, thanks," I replied. I didn't want to pass out, but my brain felt like sponge lately.
I took a case last week in my private office from an old lady trying to find her son, who had joined an occult sect and went missing. Of course, I don't know much about it, but the clues have lead me to the El Nino Congregation, a covertly operating anti-technologist separatist group.
...
Something like this for a start?
yep thats pretty close to what i am looking for.
*reads sketch again and finds the amount of inconsistency and repetition shocking* That's what happens when you write secretly at work, where the door is right behind your back.
Anyway, what exactly would you like the writer to do?
Anyway, what exactly would you like the writer to do?
How much freedom or direction would you care for?
I'd like to actually like to make a Black and White comic with this character.
I'd like to actually like to make a Black and White comic with this character.
I think I'm pretty flexible; I've survived writing a few chapters for the Odyssey II commie project before realizing it's going to be a cheesy piece of shit that I wouldn't want to give my name to.
This whole realm and Mr. Green are essentially your idea, so you probably have a few things in mind about them. I wouldn't want their character to deviate from what you had in mind, so I'm open to adapting to what you have in mind.
So it'll be a comic noir sci-fi with quarter-page description blocks of Green's monologue? Should I write it more like a script, or stick to the novel-style paragraphs?
Maybe we should put down some cornerstones for the realm first, so that I don't begin a story that would build on an atmosphere or an idea you don't like. For example, if I planned to involve taffy-pony worship as a religion and you found that way too ridiculous, or you'd like a more jolly-insane protagonist, and my idea was grimdark.
Or maybe I could first write a synopsis of each part, then you'd review it and we'd discuss your concerns with it.
This whole realm and Mr. Green are essentially your idea, so you probably have a few things in mind about them. I wouldn't want their character to deviate from what you had in mind, so I'm open to adapting to what you have in mind.
So it'll be a comic noir sci-fi with quarter-page description blocks of Green's monologue? Should I write it more like a script, or stick to the novel-style paragraphs?
Maybe we should put down some cornerstones for the realm first, so that I don't begin a story that would build on an atmosphere or an idea you don't like. For example, if I planned to involve taffy-pony worship as a religion and you found that way too ridiculous, or you'd like a more jolly-insane protagonist, and my idea was grimdark.
Or maybe I could first write a synopsis of each part, then you'd review it and we'd discuss your concerns with it.
Note me, the Synopsis of each part and what you had in mind. I'd like to get what your first impressions of Mr. Green and I'll either point you in the right direction or just mix mash what you have and what I have for him.
I do want to do it in a comic form, so a script.
I can give you my thoughts on Greens world and what I have in mind for the themes and feel for his future stories. Come up with ideas and just throw them all in the melting pot.
I do want to do it in a comic form, so a script.
I can give you my thoughts on Greens world and what I have in mind for the themes and feel for his future stories. Come up with ideas and just throw them all in the melting pot.