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PAGE ONE
1 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
FULL PAGE - the camera is looking up at a group of ninjas from The Hand descending upon us. Taking up the majority of the page is one ninja that looks identical to the rest. His legs are in a semi-squatting position under him, ready to absorb the landing. His hands are over his head, both gripping his sword which is poised with it’s tip trailing behind him, ready to strike directly downward. His fellow Hand ninjas are smaller behind him in the background.
We will call this otherwise anonymous ninja GRIP- not because that is his name, but because he has no name and we have to call him something.
The eyes of Grip glare with intense concentration. He has no thought but the destruction of his enemy.
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We have a name.
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A name that was born into this world fully formed as both legend
and fact.
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A name more powerful than that of any Emperor the Floating World has ever known.
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A name heard only in whispers lest the one uttering it bring our unholy gaze upon himself.
Last narration box in the bottom right corner.
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We are The Hand.
Don't you just love it when you're expecting a scoop of vanilla, and instead you get a triple scoop of Chunky Monkey, Royal Chocolate, and Rocky Road? I mean, look at what I wrote above... I was thinking I was going to get three gray buildings with one point perspective and half a dozen ninja. And look how I described Grip's pose- totally vanilla. And after you read all that, look at what Sean drew. This was the first page Sean sent and there's no way for me to explain how excited I was when I got it without use of excessive profanity. |