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Spiral Down Films Audition p5 (END)

Karl’s mind was made up. He only stayed long enough watch himself become a God-like figure among the HackersUnite crew before logging off. Then, he emerged from his hole and basked in the watery sunlight of morning. His circuits were flooded with warmth, adding to his new sense of happiness. The two hour charge period also gave him apt time to think through an action plan and his cover story. Filled with nervous energy, he took one last glimpse into the sparse hole that had been his home for nearly a year and then began his journey to the studio. For the first stretch, he travelled on foot. However, as soon as he was in the city, he

Auditions

SDF Round 1-END

“I'm telling you, Mr. Ripley. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I hurt you...I didn't mean to go baboon. You could have been seriously hurt! Have an heart attack or something...” Several hours had passed since the battle, and the sun was setting. Umozozi had finally regained consciousness. The baboon and Jo were in the infirmary, a big place with comfy beds and even a crocodile equipe. It was a strange thing to find in a film studio. All their wounds had been treated. Umozozi still suffered: his bandaged head pounded a lot, making reasoning difficult. Everything was hazy. Jo had not said anything for a while. She stood on her bed, in a b

Round 1

SDF Round 2-Page 3

Ian and Phildegard advanced slowly, stick and walking cane both clacking on the floor. Winston was already seated, as well as Ian's agent and miss Wrinkly. Rows and rows of seats had been prepared in a room too similar to a school's gym. The two opponents looked at each other. Phildegard clutched his part of the script, while Ian, twisting her muzzle in a strange expression, said with loud voice. “You're fucking kidding us!” At one side of the big room there was the stage, strangely illuminated by some dim green lights. It was not empty, some prop had been already prepared for them: three or four wooden panels with painted tree

Round 2

SDF - Round 3 - Final part

‘Congratulations on your victory, Karl. You put on a fantastic show!’ ‘Thanks. I wish I ruddy hadn’t. I look friggin stupid without my tail.’ ‘Ah, the prices we have to pay. You’re now one step closer to winning the contest and your future as key stakeholder in Spiral Down Films. Speaking of which, I wondered if I could enquire… have you thought any further on my offer?’ ‘I’m still thinking on it.’ ‘Why the hesitation?’ ‘Oh, you know. The normal. Can I handle the responsibility? Do I want the pressure of a corporate life? Will I miss my dirt hole? T

Round 3

SDF - Finale - Epilogue - END

Who is Karl Gecko? That’s a question I’ve been asked so many times over the years, and it’s still not something I can answer. Is he a hero or is he an asshole? Who the fuck knows. The only thing anyone knows is he’s an complete mystery, an irritating enigma. After Karl defeated Winston at Spiral Down Studios and released the souls trapped there, he became instant news. His name was splattered all across the newspapers, the radios, the tv channels. Everything. Everyone wanted to know how a tiny synthetic gecko, a mere children’s toy, could have taken down the criminal mastermind that was Winston. The mystery gr

Round 4

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You are a sad strange little raptorfisk

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SDF Round 2-Page 3 by Lsyn, literature

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SDF Round 2-Page 3

Ian and Phildegard advanced slowly, stick and walking cane both clacking on the floor. Winston was already seated, as well as Ian's agent and miss Wrinkly. Rows and rows of seats had been prepared in a room too similar to a school's gym. The two opponents looked at each other. Phildegard clutched his part of the script, while Ian, twisting her muzzle in a strange expression, said with loud voice. “You're fucking kidding us!” At one side of the big room there was the stage, strangely illuminated by some dim green lights. It was not empty, some prop had been already prepared for them: three or four wooden panels with painted tree

SDF Round 2-Final by Lsyn, literature

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SDF Round 2-Final

“...Ian? Ian, are you still there? We should go, we should...” Phildegard called, panicked, turninge and turning. He couldn't see nothing with that mist and green light. Where was the stage? And the wolverine? Had everything ended? And where was Winston when such monster was looking at him with such hateful eyes? “Marge! Please, Marge, listen to me...I love you! How can I...please, where are you?” he couldn't see the diplodocus anymore. Just that eyes, and a low growl. The demon. “Marge!” The dinosaur screamed when the demon hit. He couldn't see what was happening in the mist: just that little, blurry fig

SDF Round 2-Page 2 by Lsyn, literature

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SDF Round 2-Page 2

“So...welcome to our second round of Auditions!” Winston happily declared, voice amplified by a megaphone. Every contestant was there, paired with a crocodile agent: Phildegard, looking curious at them spotted some familiar faces. Aside from one little monkey no one seemed too badly hurt. At least, everyone was there, included the small, frail gecko he had seen the day before. There were Umozozi and Josephina too, and the dinosaur smiled when he saw them, doing a little gesture towards the couple. No one dared to look at him. The baboon had probably survived a night of no sleep, and the strange mantidfly face seemed anguished for

SDF Round 2-Page 1 by Lsyn, literature

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SDF Round 2-Page 1

It was raining outside Spiral Down Studios: that strange place, lost in the middle of nowhere, was damp and grey, and the water hit the windows with soft taps. Phil was seated near one of them, in the infirmary. He was looking at his photo, or at least trying to look at it, plunged in deep memories. His wounded eye had been bandaged, his scratches taken care of, but he still couldn't believe what had happened. Sure, things in that studio seemed really off, but a good old fist fight wasn't life threatening and he had accepted that strange “first round” in the prop department with all the determination he could have. Why on earth h

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