Saturday, August 29, 2009

Part 1/Opening

(Let me point out that this starts out with the player choosing and customizing their character, and that the he/she indicates the line may be a bit different for each gender. Also, I started this in Final Draft, so the format is different from this. Sorry in advance.)

THE MUSEUM OF LOS ANGELES, 1996 A.D.

A man, Lenny, is seen sitting in front of a security desk with many television screens in front of him. His feet up on the control board, he suddenly looks over at one of the screens. On it is an advertisement.

Max Jonson: Are you troubled by strange noises in the night?
Alex Wallace: Do you experience feelings of dread or contempt in your basement or attic?
Isaiah Lewis: Have you or your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost?
Jonson: If yes, then don't wait another minute! Call the:
All Three: Ghostbusters!
Wallace: Serving all your supernatural elimination needs 24/7.
Jonson: Call the Ghostbusters!
All Three: We're ready to believe you!
Lewis: New jobs available soon! Call 888-980-25---

He is suddenly cut off as all of the screens go to static. Lenny picks up his radio.

Lenny: Hey! (he quickly picks up his radio) Hey Oscar - you there?
Oscar: (on radio) Yep.
Lenny: B-by the new Klaxxe exhibit?
Oscar: (O.R.) Yeah, why?
Lenny: There's something headed your way!

We switch the camera to Oscar, who is walking, flashlight in hand, around the darkened museum.

Oscar: If you're dressed up as Slimer again, Lenny, I'm gonna smack you. (he suddenly hears something) Wait...I think I hear something. I'm going to go take a look.
Lenny: (on radio) Wanna hear something really creepy? I was reading about Klaxxe, you know, the guy who the exhibit's about? Apparently, he was an expert on the occult...mostly ghosts and phantoms. Some people say he even killed people so he could see how they reacted to everyday things as ghosts.

Oscar is walking around. He suddenly points his flashlight toward a corpse. He jumps and gasps!

Oscar: Wh-why don't we talk about it some other time...(he is trembling)...any other time.

He walks a few more steps. Suddenly, someone runs out. Oscar drops his flashlight. It shows a woman, with a stack of books in her arms, running out.

Oscar: Hey! Hey, you can't be in here! Stop! (he turns around and is engulfed by a green pulse) AAAH!!!!

OPENING TITLES. Fade to black.

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