Conspiracy theory with nico! - DPChallenge Forums

09/25/2005 03:22:42 AM · #1

We all love contests right? Heres a fun one!

Come up with the best story line for my shot from the conspiracy challenge. I will pick my favorite on wednesday evening (eastern time) and did I mention a prize will be involved :)

Cant wait to see what you guys come up with!

Sony 24-70mm F4 Vario-Tessar T* FE OSS

09/25/2005 03:26:17 AM · #2

- Posting over Joey's storyline from the shot comments...

Joey's storyline for the shot:

This is a secret agent named 'Malelipshoax' that was poisoned over 9 years ago by the evil Dr. Nico on the top of a mountain outside the Dr's secret base. Mustard gas was fired and seeped into his lungs and eyes, destroying them. He saved himself at the last moment by using the street sign in the picture to surf down the mountain to safety. Now, this agent must wear this specifically designed gas mask to be able to bear even the darkest of nights. Malelipshoax proudly displays his escape-sign outisde the secret base, hoping that Dr. Nico will notice it and battle him again, except this time Malelipshoax is not effected by the evil Dr's nasty gas tricks.

Bear_Music

Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra

09/25/2005 03:41:56 AM · #3

Alien Bears

In the dark of the night (in deepest dark),
by the green light oozing down the stairs,
he donned his mask and his slipshod coat
and turned to face the alien bears,

As down they crept towards him in the dark
(the deepest dark of the night) and song
like the song of cicadas under earth
dripped from their lips and oozed along

The sickly wall (the green slick wall
beside the stairs) and over his mask,
over his coat, his own pale flesh,
as he shuddered and faced what he could not ask

Another to face (so faced alone,
alone in fear) and made the sign
of the Cross with extended finger and palm
and turned to confront the oozing line

(oozing and slick and green as death)
of alien bears in their downward slope
against his poor tired life, against
his dreams, his joys, his love, his hopeâ�¦

jejejeâ�¢

Robt.

Message edited by author 2005-09-25 03:44:34.

Art Roflmao

Canon EOS-6D Mark II

Canon EF 24-105mm f/4.0L IS

09/25/2005 04:09:44 AM · #4

Wow - good one, Robt.

Here's mine (I'll just tag onto Joey's):

It had been four long years since the attack. Four years of separation and searching. Finally, Malelipshoax's search would come to an end on this very night. He was anxious - waiting for the phone call that would tell him the location. His mind filled with memories of that fateful night-- a night he can never forget. But what of his female companion? There's been no word since they split up that night. Did she escape? How could she have survived the gas? What would she think of my grotesque disfiguration?

It is these thoughts and questions that have plagued him for so long and after a tip from a local bartender (or was it "after tipping a local bartender"? or "tipping over in a local bar"? ...I digress), he has made contact with the people who claim she is alive!

The phone rings-- Malelipshoax leaps up to answer it. The voice on the other end tells him to meet at Pier 13 in 20 minutes. 20 minutes later, he is on the Pier... AND SO IS SHE!

Riponlady

Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ35

Tamron AF 28-300mm f/3.5-6.3 XR Di LD Aspherical IF for Canon

09/25/2005 07:50:38 AM · #5

Here's mine!
He'd been spotted! Hurtling downstairs in the bar, his legs shaking as they desperately reached for the steps, two, three at a time, his hands sliding down the splintered bannister, he frantically looked for escape. Doors that led to sanctuary remained locked to his sweating hands and his breath came in ragged gasps like the death rattle of a wounded animal. There was no escape and his fate was flashing before his eyes like a horror movie, torture, screaming pain, endless agony until his body finally gave in. He slid down the wall, his eyes fixed on the stairs down which his enemies would soon tread with remorseless finality.

The ugly, filthy coat hanging from the stand, blocked his view of the door leading from the noisy, brash nightclub above him. Almost pettishly, he pushed it aside so as to get a better view of his final moments of freedom. The stand tipped and clattered to the floor, hitting his outstretched legs, and the sharp pain as it hit his shins brought with it a sense of clarity. Struggling to his knees, he pulled the coat towards him. As it fell from the stand, something else was within its folds and he found himself holding a gas mask.

With a sudden rush of adrenalin, he fought his way into the coat, its sleeves entangling and lining tearing as his frantic idea formed. The gas mask was soon on his face, hiding the features that were now imprinted on everyone\'s memories from the tv news.

He was ready. He slowly climbed the staircase and paused for a moment before pushing open the door into the club.

No-one would notice him now!

;)
Pauline

strangeghost

Canon EOS-7D

Canon EF 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM

09/25/2005 09:11:29 AM · #6

This guy is the newest member of the critique club, and has just been given the job (don't you hate rookie initiations?) of commenting on the bottom 10% of the last 10 challenges. He's been issued his life-support equipment by hbunch and is headed down to the basement of the DP World Headquarters to get started, and has stopped to look up at Konador and Manic to see if they'll lighten his sentence. Manic, slapping a baseball bat against his palm, says "get crackin' kid." Konador says, "you should see what they did to me when I joined CC. It ain't pretty."

dsa157

Canon EOS-50D

09/25/2005 09:33:24 AM · #7

Through the darkened corridors of the empty lab hallways, the FishMan made his desparate escape. He wore the tight fitting mask, attached to the tank of life giving salt water strapped to his back that would keep him alive for this mad dash race from the lab tank to the open sea that waited for him just outside the building and down the street. That was the plan, at least. He had never left the safety of the lab since the government military scientists had removed his lungs and attached the gills, but given this narrow window of opportunity, he knew he must risk everything to get out. The horrible truth of what they had down to him must be revealed...

pcody

Canon PowerShot G6

Nikon AF Nikkor 50mm f/1.8

09/25/2005 10:42:32 AM · #8

Hi. I'm Aaron. I'll be your waiter tonight. Care to order an appetizer?

Sony 24-70mm F4 Vario-Tessar T* FE OSS

09/25/2005 12:03:35 PM · #9

awesome stuff guys! keep it coming :-)

ken i cant believe you brought bear's assless dog into this.

jejeje(insert trademark sign here)

Nick

Bear_Music

Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra

09/25/2005 02:04:37 PM · #10

Damn it, Ken! You got karma all riled up again! She's whimpering, dude, whimpering.

Robt.

SJCarter

Canon EOS-7D

Canon EF 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM

09/25/2005 04:42:31 PM · #11

[DISCLAIMER: I have transposed a great deal of this from a segment of "Guy Noir" from Garrison Keeler's Prairie Home Companion on NPR. I just felt the same sort of nostalgia from the image that I got from the radio program, so thought I would see if it fit the theme, so here goes...]

"A dark night in a city that knows how to keep its secretsâ�¦ but high above the quiet streets on the twelfth floor of the Acme Building, one man is still trying to find the answers to life's persistent questionsâ�¦" Nico Noir, Private Eye.

NICO: I was thinking about Thanksgiving but I was trying not to think about it to hard. Thanksgiving is the time of year when families get together to give thanks. And I was thinking thankful thoughts when I remembered that hard-boiled private eyes don't have families. Or at least they don't talk about their families. And they never consult with their families about their work. There's a good reason for that. If private eyes had families the families wouldn't understand the work of the private eye. It takes a special person to understand detective work. Someone detached, someone cold, and calculating. Not the sort of person you'd like to have in your family really. And then if they did understand the work of the private investigator they might not approve. So, as I said, private eyes don't have families, and around the holiday season they sometimes think about what they are missing. All the love and camaraderie of a family get together. And they think about what they could have had if they had just settled down and had a family. But hard-boiled private eyes don't settle down. They're always looking for the one who, in the midst of the love and camaraderie of a family get together, pulls a gun and shoots one or more other members of the family. And they grow distant and disturbed, cold and calculating. Not the sort of person you'd like to have at a family gathering. I'm thinking my thankful thoughts and looking in the file cabinet for the office bottle when . . . (PHONE RINGS)

NICO: Nico Noir, private investigator.

SS (SUGAR): Hi, Nico. Its Sugar.

NICO: Well, hello, Sugar. I was just thinking about you.

SS: What were you thinking?

NICO: I was thinking about Thanksgiving.

SS: Thinking about all you have to be thankful for?

NICO: Not exactly. I was wondering whether Shakespeare and the dark lady would have gotten together for Thanksgiving.

SS: I don't think so, NICO. I don't think Thanksgiving was invented yet.

NICO: Its true. If there had been a Thanksgiving holiday in Elizabethan times he surely would have mentioned it in one of his sonnets.

SS: Or written a few Thanksgiving sonnets for Thanksgiving greeting cards, which weren't invented yet either.

NICO: Well, I suppose . . .

SS: You know, the cards with long poem thinks in them.

NICO: Y'know Sugar, thankful as I am, it's been a long time since I looked through the racks of greeting cards at the pharmacy. Hard-boiled private eyes don't send a lot of greeting cards. Not many people . . .

SS: Oh hush! Nico. I was going to invite you over for Thanksgiving, just the two of us. We could cook a turkey together just like we did that time, you remember.

NICO: Yeah I remember. It was right after Pete had shot me through the heart for the last time.

SS: We go way back, Nico, you and I.

NICO: Yes. I'd almost forgotten about that. But I ... I don't think so, Sugar. We've broken up so many times in the past, and I don't think it would work out too well.

SS: It might work out this time...

A dark night in a city that keeps its secrets, but one man is still trying to find the answers to life's persistent questions, Nico Noir, Private Eye. (MUSIC OUT)"

Message edited by author 2005-09-25 16:44:58.