It isn't too long so far, only a few pages on Microsoft Word. It is a parody by the way, if you don't like stupidity then you're not going to like this at all...
Do you think the dialog is too cliché? (The dialog I insert, not the characters, cliché as in too overused in "internet comedy")
Use of the word sky too overdone as to the point of just being annoying?
General impressions?
Do you think the dialog is too cliché? (The dialog I insert, not the characters, cliché as in too overused in "internet comedy")
Use of the word sky too overdone as to the point of just being annoying?
General impressions?
We don’t know where the Earth went, but it left its atmosphere behind. My name is Joson Smith, aviator, I run junk in and out of Sky-city, the biggest city on Earth, or at least, left from Earth. Although Sky-city is the commerce capital of the Northern Sky-Empire, don’t let that fool you, the city is full of sky-scum: Ruthless Sky-Gangs, and even worse, the Sky-Plague. But over all it’s not all that bad, selling sky-junk pays well, well enough to wash away my sorrows by getting sky-drunk! Anyways, it’s 2607 hours and I’m late for work.
Chapter one – Trouble in the skies.
“Joson… Joson Smith!”
A cry cried over the sky-com, it was first class pilot Rebecca Myrsky, daughter of Jacob Myrsky, an Admiral in the Northern Sky-Empire’s Sky-Corps.
“The fuel filter you sold me is total junk!”
Joson lazily rolled out of bed to answer the door.
“The fuel filter is trash! Junk!” Rebecca yelled angrily.
“Well” Joson replied “You know what they say” Followed by a long pause. “Sky-junk is sky-junk” he said, lighting a sky-cigar.
“Well excuse me, I thought you sold quality goods, I might as well have bought one form a sky-gang” Rebecca said forcefully.
“If you want to trade with the sprout-heads that’s fine with me” Joson replied coolly. “But if they splice your DNA, don’t come crying back home for supper, because daddy’s not going to be there to pick up the pieces”
“You’re sky-scum” Rebecca said, slamming the door.
“Well, that was pleasant” came a voice from the back of the room, it was Spudky, Joson’s zany talking pet, who yes, is going to be the wise cracking comic relief.
“Yeah about as pleasant as the sky-plague!” Joson replied coolly.
“Speaking of the sky-plague, don’t you have a shipment of sky-meds to deliver to the sky-doctor from Dougle street this morning?”
“That was today?!” Joson said, obviously surprised, and not quite as coolly as usual.
“I’ve still got some time” Joson said, looking down at his sky-watch. If I take the hyper train I can make it!”
“There goes breakfast” said Spudky, rolling his eyes.
Holstering his steam pistol Joson rushed out, unknowing of what dangers lied ahead.
“ALL ABORD!” came a cry from the sky-conductor, followed by a sharp scream from the steam, gushing out of the awaiting hyper-train; a super fast passenger transport that doesn’t sacrifice pain for gain.
“One ticket” Joson said coolly.
“That’ll be five sky-credits please”. Replied the conductor, who’s probably going to be played by an older Blackman with a white mustache in the movie.
Stepping on board Joson grabbed the railing with one hand, suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the train zipped off, throwing some passengers out of their seats. The train was rushing through Sky-city at 500 sky-miles an hour, passing many skymarks, such as sky-city-hall. The train then stopped as abruptly as it had started, throwing some passengers back into their seats.
“ALL OFFBOARD” Yelled the conductor.
Joson quickly jumped to his feat in order to beat the other passengers to the door.
“Well, here we are, Dougle street, just as run down and sky-scum infested as I remember”.
Joson began his walk down the dark street, with sky-skyscrapers hovering over him, so tall reaching into the sky, almost as to get away from the misery and despair of the lower levels of sky-city.
“Door 27, if it wasn’t for the sign you’d think it was just another drug-den” Joson said coolly.
“Hey doc” Joson said, pushing the intercom “I brought the sky-meds”
Suddenly a looking slot opened in the rusty iron door, making kind of a “chwchit!” sound.
“Ah yes, once second please” replied a voice from inside. “Alright, come in”
Joson opened the door as it moaned with the sound of bending iron.
“I thought you said you were going to fix that door doc?” commented Joson coolly.
“Well you know how it is, so much work to do, the little things have to be pushed…aside.” The sky-doctor replied, sanding there in the hall with a long white medical robe. “Well, let us get onto business, did you bring the meds?”
“Of course doc, I didn’t come down here to read you a lullaby.” Joson answered coolly, throwing the sky-meds to the doctor.
“Great, these are in prime condition”
“So where is my payment?” Joson asked coolly.
“Well you see… I have some new… business partners who aren’t in the field of payment.” Replied the doctor.
“What…? New business partners? What the hell is going on here doc?” Joson replied angrily, and pretty awesomely as well because he said hell.
“Joson, you should have known a medical business on Dougle street wouldn’t last long before the sprout-heads got involved, I’m afraid it’s the only way to make money, and money is king in sky-city” The doctor said as four green haired sprout-head gang members stepped out into the hall.
“Yeah but you forgot something…” replied Joson quietly.
“Oh? And what is that?” replied the doctor mockingly scared.
“Paper beats rock!” Yelled Joson loudly.
“Huh?… what does that even m…” before the doctor could finish replying Joson pulled out his steam pistol and with steam gushing out of the…steam jets? Yeah that’s pretty cool, with steam gushing out of the steam jets Joson fired two shots, head-shotting two of the four sprout-heads.
“I should have known that you’d bring that illegal steam revolver!” the doctor said fearfully, while the other sprout-heads ran off.
“Yeah, this six chambered sauna is always ready to take your order… would you like fries with that?” Joson said coolly.
“W-wait, no! I can give you money! Th-the sprout-heads made me do this! I didn’t want to! I wasn’t even getting paid!” The doctor said, backing up and then sliding down against the wall with hands raised.
“You must be tired…” Spudky said. “Because you sure are laying a lot.”
“No! You don’t understand!” The doctor yelled back.
“Do you have to go somewhere? Because you sure are lying your shoes!” Said Spudky.
“Okay that’s enough Spudky!” Joson said annoyed.
…
“Did your grandmother bake you an apply lie this morning?” Said Spudky, unable to control himself.
…
“Anyways, I’m afraid I can’t just let ya’ go doc” Joson said coolly. “Let one maggot live and the next thing you know your oatmeal is ruined, the oatmeal is like, a metaphor for my life by the way” Joson once again said coolly, firing his steam pistol a third time as the white wall paper of the hall got a new paint job… a red paint job!
Chapter one – Trouble in the skies.
“Joson… Joson Smith!”
A cry cried over the sky-com, it was first class pilot Rebecca Myrsky, daughter of Jacob Myrsky, an Admiral in the Northern Sky-Empire’s Sky-Corps.
“The fuel filter you sold me is total junk!”
Joson lazily rolled out of bed to answer the door.
“The fuel filter is trash! Junk!” Rebecca yelled angrily.
“Well” Joson replied “You know what they say” Followed by a long pause. “Sky-junk is sky-junk” he said, lighting a sky-cigar.
“Well excuse me, I thought you sold quality goods, I might as well have bought one form a sky-gang” Rebecca said forcefully.
“If you want to trade with the sprout-heads that’s fine with me” Joson replied coolly. “But if they splice your DNA, don’t come crying back home for supper, because daddy’s not going to be there to pick up the pieces”
“You’re sky-scum” Rebecca said, slamming the door.
“Well, that was pleasant” came a voice from the back of the room, it was Spudky, Joson’s zany talking pet, who yes, is going to be the wise cracking comic relief.
“Yeah about as pleasant as the sky-plague!” Joson replied coolly.
“Speaking of the sky-plague, don’t you have a shipment of sky-meds to deliver to the sky-doctor from Dougle street this morning?”
“That was today?!” Joson said, obviously surprised, and not quite as coolly as usual.
“I’ve still got some time” Joson said, looking down at his sky-watch. If I take the hyper train I can make it!”
“There goes breakfast” said Spudky, rolling his eyes.
Holstering his steam pistol Joson rushed out, unknowing of what dangers lied ahead.
“ALL ABORD!” came a cry from the sky-conductor, followed by a sharp scream from the steam, gushing out of the awaiting hyper-train; a super fast passenger transport that doesn’t sacrifice pain for gain.
“One ticket” Joson said coolly.
“That’ll be five sky-credits please”. Replied the conductor, who’s probably going to be played by an older Blackman with a white mustache in the movie.
Stepping on board Joson grabbed the railing with one hand, suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the train zipped off, throwing some passengers out of their seats. The train was rushing through Sky-city at 500 sky-miles an hour, passing many skymarks, such as sky-city-hall. The train then stopped as abruptly as it had started, throwing some passengers back into their seats.
“ALL OFFBOARD” Yelled the conductor.
Joson quickly jumped to his feat in order to beat the other passengers to the door.
“Well, here we are, Dougle street, just as run down and sky-scum infested as I remember”.
Joson began his walk down the dark street, with sky-skyscrapers hovering over him, so tall reaching into the sky, almost as to get away from the misery and despair of the lower levels of sky-city.
“Door 27, if it wasn’t for the sign you’d think it was just another drug-den” Joson said coolly.
“Hey doc” Joson said, pushing the intercom “I brought the sky-meds”
Suddenly a looking slot opened in the rusty iron door, making kind of a “chwchit!” sound.
“Ah yes, once second please” replied a voice from inside. “Alright, come in”
Joson opened the door as it moaned with the sound of bending iron.
“I thought you said you were going to fix that door doc?” commented Joson coolly.
“Well you know how it is, so much work to do, the little things have to be pushed…aside.” The sky-doctor replied, sanding there in the hall with a long white medical robe. “Well, let us get onto business, did you bring the meds?”
“Of course doc, I didn’t come down here to read you a lullaby.” Joson answered coolly, throwing the sky-meds to the doctor.
“Great, these are in prime condition”
“So where is my payment?” Joson asked coolly.
“Well you see… I have some new… business partners who aren’t in the field of payment.” Replied the doctor.
“What…? New business partners? What the hell is going on here doc?” Joson replied angrily, and pretty awesomely as well because he said hell.
“Joson, you should have known a medical business on Dougle street wouldn’t last long before the sprout-heads got involved, I’m afraid it’s the only way to make money, and money is king in sky-city” The doctor said as four green haired sprout-head gang members stepped out into the hall.
“Yeah but you forgot something…” replied Joson quietly.
“Oh? And what is that?” replied the doctor mockingly scared.
“Paper beats rock!” Yelled Joson loudly.
“Huh?… what does that even m…” before the doctor could finish replying Joson pulled out his steam pistol and with steam gushing out of the…steam jets? Yeah that’s pretty cool, with steam gushing out of the steam jets Joson fired two shots, head-shotting two of the four sprout-heads.
“I should have known that you’d bring that illegal steam revolver!” the doctor said fearfully, while the other sprout-heads ran off.
“Yeah, this six chambered sauna is always ready to take your order… would you like fries with that?” Joson said coolly.
“W-wait, no! I can give you money! Th-the sprout-heads made me do this! I didn’t want to! I wasn’t even getting paid!” The doctor said, backing up and then sliding down against the wall with hands raised.
“You must be tired…” Spudky said. “Because you sure are laying a lot.”
“No! You don’t understand!” The doctor yelled back.
“Do you have to go somewhere? Because you sure are lying your shoes!” Said Spudky.
“Okay that’s enough Spudky!” Joson said annoyed.
…
“Did your grandmother bake you an apply lie this morning?” Said Spudky, unable to control himself.
…
“Anyways, I’m afraid I can’t just let ya’ go doc” Joson said coolly. “Let one maggot live and the next thing you know your oatmeal is ruined, the oatmeal is like, a metaphor for my life by the way” Joson once again said coolly, firing his steam pistol a third time as the white wall paper of the hall got a new paint job… a red paint job!