All tagged random list

I’m just out here trying to bring Robert Moses, Stephen Glass, a Bosnian couple, Jerry Springer’s bodyguards, the 1975 MobileLand Conference, two Dnepropetrovsk maniacs, the Harvey’s Resort Hotel bombing, King Arthur, a Czech Olympian runner, a string of Borscht Belt comedians, fake competition shows, real drug dealers, quality parodies of horror movies, and the hot, vengeful breath of Neanderthal zombies to the big or small screen.

A walkthrough attraction exploring Aztec ruins, full of treasure, traps, thrills, and displays of architecture and history. For instance, step on pressure plates in a hallway and they trigger “poison darts” (puffs of pressurized air to blast you, as if you’re being shot at). The story unfolds at your walking pace.

Horror amusement park recreating the Pripyat amusement grounds (dilapidated carnival rides) with a lot of walk-around areas specifically designed to be creepy and feature little else—the apparent lack of life, occupants, and rules.

The interior atmosphere would be sophisticated and warm, and leaning heavily into the vaporwave aesthetic, to capitalize not only on the frosted glass windows but the “nighttime in a city” theme, which all but guarantees the interior design emulate the late-eighties, early-nineties; pleasant and retro but clearly metropolitan.

The Law of the Strong Conclusion: The finale of a creation should not be a summary. Summaries suck; finish your story on a succinct or sustained note; finish it quick enough that you leave the audience hanging on a breath. Capitalizing on the exhilaration of the climax—or the subsequent catharsis—requires shutting the door before all the air is sucked out of the room.

Guy gets in a fight over a girl; he beats the other guy with the PVC pipe. Everyone is disgusted with him. The PVC suddenly, miraculously, drops from his hand. He picks it up and throws it over the cliff, realizing that the PVC is evil and manipulative. Then, as if in defiance to his vengeful action, PVC pipes spawn in everyone else's hands, and they get rage in their eyes…