ACT I, SCENE I SETTING: Late Summer 1986, Miami, Shortly after DUSK BACKGROUND MUSIC: https://soundcloud.com/ubiktune/manwe-rotagilla A group of YOUNG WHITE MALES are walking out of a movie theatre after seeing the opening of Blue Velvet. They are walking towards the COFFEE SHOP on the street corner, talking about how terrible of a director David Lynch is. Character W. NEAT is standing out front of the COFFEE SHOP. W. NEAT is wearing a black leather duster. He is an anthropomorphic frog. He is wearing sunglasses. The background behind him is the color #D5D9F6. The YOUNG WHITE MALES walk by W. NEAT. W. NEAT has a grin in his face. [W. Neat] (To YOUNG WHITE MALES) Hey fellas, i got this new shit right here. You guys ever hear of the shit called... Bloard...? [WHITE MALE 1] (Adjusting his white, patterned do-rag and large-rimmed glasses) Are you saying "War"? [W. Neat] Bloard. It's the [i]good shit[/i]. [WHITE MALE 2] Bloarg? Is that like, a Board for zombies? (chuckles) (YOUNG WHITE MALES ALL GIGGLE) [W.Neat] (Smiling) Trust me guys. (Opens Black Leather Duster to reveal several GREEN PLUS SIGNS). See these, boys? (YOUNG WHITE MALES' eyes get wide at sight of GREEN PLUS ONES) [W. NEET] (smiles again) Ah, so it looks like i have some customers, [i]si?[/i] [Ed. note: "si" is an Italian word] [WHITE MALE 1] (With slightly crossed eyes and somewhat dumbstruck open mouth) W..where did you get those...hot things, man? [W. Neat] (Looks at camera, Winks) That's all on Bloard, baby. END SCENE

wow. love it. bloard in the 80s huh?

ACT 1, Scene 2 Setting: Later that night in W. NEAT's room Background MUSIC (Featured on Soundtrack as theme of W. Neat): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCWJoGSmrM8 W. NEAT is sitting alone at his computer crying, as a group of young kids troll him and start blowing up large chunks of his personal Minecraft server W. Neat is slamming on his keyboard and hyperventilating in between sobs as he attempts to regain control of the situation [TROLL KIDS] Hahaha, fuck u nerd, we're blowing up your house [W. NEAT] God dammit! God dammit! *brings fist down onto desk dramatically while turning red* This would never have happened if I hadn't given those dorky white males that Bloard!!!! [TROLL KIDS] Bloard's ours now Grandpa!!! *PAN OUT FROM W. NEAT'S WINDOW TO STREET VIEW OF HOUSE. FROM OUTSIDE WE SEE THINGS BEING FLUNG AROUND THE ROOM. END SCENE*

ACT 1, Scene 3 SETTING: Later that night, a skyscraper rooftop in downtown Manhattan, approximately 2:34 AM (Note: That's 2:34 Military Time for any international bloarders online). Heavy rain and thunder all around. Background MUSIC [Harsh cut from previous background music, NO FADE IN/OUT] (Soundtrack title: The Rainy Manhattan Skyscraper Scene Background Music): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBTzKpJ9BRg Quick cut from previous scene to a close up of a smart phone (something generic like an off-brand Samsung), W. Neat's thread on Bloard shown opened (Brightness all the way up). The camera follows the phone as it is swept out of a chuckling passerby's hand and carried on a strong breeze through various manhattan alleyways, past unsuspecting pedestrians, a dog barks at it, it flies through an open taxi window, and then is vaulted upwards by a ventilation grate (those things that are pluming smoke in cities you know). The phone is carried upwards, to the unnamed skyscraper roof, there we see the phone approach a shadowy figure, perched precariously on a corner of the wet, and slippery tower. The phone passes over the figures shoulder, and it seems like it's about to fall to the ground, but the strong, muscular hand of the figure snatches it, and reads the thread on the screen. SHADOWY FIGURE: Hm, and so, the trolls come to bloard's shores... The Figure drops the phone from the roof, the camera doesnt follow, but instead pans around to the Figure's chest, a massive, green "b" emblazoned on it's breastplate. FIGURE: Time to fight bloard, (Camera pans diagonally down to reveal the figure pulling out a huge, badass sword with the word "quote" engraved on it) with bloard. (camera pans up to just the figure's mouth, revealing a tasteful, but still badass, smirk) cut to an aerial shot of the figure, his arms out to his side in a christ like pose, and he begins leaning over the corner of the building, his cape rippling in the deafening wind, but then promptly sits down, and takes out his own phone (something really hip like an iPhone 8 Plus) END SCENE

good shit goys...keep it rollin' in. really like where the plot's going 👌