Quote from ZedI realise that now, but when I read that it wouldn't make sense without the story I thought maybe it would be like the bonds braking on the bag that needed explaining or something like that. I would have been stunned if you had managed to produce an animated equivalent of that story, but I was half expecting it. I must say, I was a little disappointed.
So here's the thing, starting from the beginning:
-This story below, you need to make an animation about it. I dont care how long it is, but it has to include enough to make it recognizable as this story I wrote. So it wont be a short animation.
-Do this in Pivot, Flash, Easytoon, I don't care. I mostly want to see if you guys are able to do this.
-If you suck at animating, don't try this. It wont look good if you don't know what you're doing.
-There's not many rewards you can give over the internet, but what you will get for winning this is that: I will love you forever and ever, and I'll defenitely make an award of some kind for you. First, second or third place. Even making the animation would be quite a feat.
-There's no due date, but don't put this off into something like "starting next week." I don't really want to wait a severely long time for this.
And thats about it. Here's the story.
I've woken up in this dark prison. I can't see anything around me, though. Its all black.
Feeling my face, I see that my head was actually covered with a bag.
That explains the musty smell. I also notice that my hands are bound
by some sort of restraint.
With some difficulty, I manage to undo the zipper of the bag over my
head. Now I can see the room. Its low-tech just like most of the prison
cells everywhere. Made of the traditional steel, with a cement floor and
a bed hanging off the wall. Outside the door of my cell though, is the
technology of the year 2442. Although the way prisons are made is primitive
and flimsy compared to the outside world, they still do their job.
I look at my hands and see that they're restrained by electronic repulsor
bonds. It sort of looks like orange beams are bending around my hand and
connecting together.
For most people, this technology would have defeated all their hope of
escaping from their room unassisted. But I wasnt just any person. I used to
create this kind of technology myself.
Grabbing the bag that was lying on the floor, I put the metal zipper in where
the two circles met.There was a short burst of sparks, and then the bonds
turned transparent. Strongly magnetized to the zipper itself. My hands were
free.
However, I could guarantee that there were sensors in this room, and that
they were made to sense outbursts of sparks like this, just in case some
prisoner accidently had this happen to them. A security guard would be here
in a few moments, and I had to set everything up. I hid the bonds and the
bag behind my back, one in each hand. And after a short wait, the door to
my cell opened and a security guard walked in.
I had feared that they would send more than one in, but my fears were
proven wrong. They sent only one guard. I was after all, only a lonely
unemployed man.
"I know what happened, sir." He said. "Don't attempt anything stupid cause
your bonds fell off. Most people take it as a chance to escape, but things
dont end well for them."
I nod, pretending to cooperate with him.
"Now give me your hands." He reached his arms out with another set of
bonds. Amber this time.
And it was in position. I swung the bag and the bonds around from my back.
In a blur, I brought the bag down in-between the guard's arms. When the
zipper reached the space in between them, I yanked upwards separated the
zipper from the bonds I had. They reformed over the security guard's arms,
leaving him trapped. And he only gaped at me in surprise.
Then before he could call for backup, I whipped out and struck him in the
face. While he was off balance I ran over and shoved him as hard as I could.
The bonds prevented him from catching himself as his head smacked solidly
into the cement wall. A trail of blood followed the guard's head as he slid
down the wall. But there wasn't time for remorse. I had to get out of here.
My son's life depended on it. As far as I knew I was the only one who knew
the cure for the disease he had.
I stripped everything I would need from the guard. His taser - the gun was
too loud - His baton, his ID, all his keycards, and his fingerprint cards. I
couldnt take his uniform. It didnt even come off without a personal password.
I stepped to leave the room. This wasnt a big prison, and somewhere in it
was a teleporter. The world didnt make cars anymore once those were made.
They were completely pollution free, and ran on a watch battery. However,
they were also highly guarded, but I believed I could pass through it with
what I'd taken from the guard. Nobody would be able to take all this without
killing one of them.
In sudden memory, I froze myself, inches from the exit of the door where I'd
be seen by the cameras.
They werent watched by people anymore. The cameras were robots,
basically. Their programming made them pretty much spot out anything that
didn't have a guard's badge on them, and sending an alarm for backup to
anything that didnt, during certain hours. I headed back and clipped the now
dead guard's badge.
I walked outside and closed the door behind me. My room wouldnt be
checked again until somebody smelled the body of the dead guard. Robots
fed the prisoners with food and water, and supplied their medicine. All that
people needed to do was supply physical force and act as sentries in the
hallways.
It was easy to find my way around in here. I'd been in here for ten years
now. My family stopped visiting me once my son got the disease a few weeks
ago. But after what seemed like an hour of walking, I still found my way to
the front desk.
There the teleporter was. On the other side of the glass. I just needed to
find my way around.
I continued down the way I was going. Using one of the keycards to open up
yet another door, it opened. And on the other side was a security guard,
who's features quickly changed to shock. Thankfully, prison life has taught
me a lot more about acting quick than being a security guard did. I instantly
kicked the guard's gun out of his belt, and knocked him in the shoulder. He
stumbled back, and I rushed after him.
The guard unexpectedly whirled around and struck me in the gut, and I
doubled over. He then delivered a strong elbow to the soft spot on my
shoulder. As I fell down, I expected him to start beating down on me like the
prisoners here do, but no. He reached for his walkie talkie to call for an extra
hand.
I reached out and pulled his leg out from under him. He dropped the walkie
talkie and caught himself on the glass. I quickly got up and punched him in
the face. As he stumbled back, I pulled out my baton and extended it. I hit
him on the right knee as hard as I could. He screamed as his leg suddenly
crunched and bent to the left. To silence him I hit him again on the top of
the head.
I could guarantee at least 5 more guards were coming. I had to hurry.
I started beating on the glass window with the baton, and I covered my eyes
with my arm so the coming explosion of glass didnt get in them.
And there was an explosion. Alarms instantly started blaring. I had little time
before the teleporter's room locked up. But I should be able to make it. The
alarm's supposed to sound because of a prisoner escaping the cell, not being
10 feet away from it.
I climbed over in a haste, cutting up my palms. But I made it to the door in
no time.
I produced fingerprint cards, the stolen ID, and the badge where it was
needed. All doors were open but the last one, which required a keycard. And
as I used that, the doors locked up. The glass door didnt budge.
I knew for sure that the teleporter's room had defenses for things such as
me, but I didnt know what. But at this point I didnt care. Id be lucky to get a
lifetime in here for killing the first guard.
Covering my eyes, I smashed open the glass. I knew right away what the
room's defenses were. Pain started bunching at my sides. Causing me to yelp
before I knew what was going on. I ran closer to the teleporter. By the time I
reached half way, my whole body was wracked with pain. Everywhere,
twisting and roaring and ripping through every nerve of my being. I clenched
my teeth and ran on, and the pain got worse. My head felt like it was about
to explode and my eyes felt like they were on fire. The rest of me felt like I
was dipped into a pot of boiling oil.
I knew there were guards outside of the room. They'd wait till the alarm
stopped. Not daring to come in here. I'd gotten this far, so I'd be waiting in
mortal agony until they got here. I couldnt stop.
I realized I'd dropped to my knees. I got back up. My skin's touch feeling like
acid onto a papercut to my skin. I realized when I crashed into it that I
reached the teleporter. Quickly I got inside. The pain generators were at full
blast. I couldnt hold it in anymore, I was screaming in agony. I didnt care
where the teleporter took me. I had to get out of here. Out of this horrible
room's reach. Anywhere at all. I couldnt last.
I had the strength to tell the machine to keep me on this country. But then I
collapsed. My fist pounded on the buttons.
And suddenly I was free.
Go go go
People brave enough to do this:
Maxz
Jester(?)
Zawmbee
Zed (Maybe)
Brainstick