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funny, cos I was going to do Impossible Man as part horror, part love, part pop.
Yknow, he voyages to one planet which is incredibly warlike and ends up playing around there for a while making weird seige engines out of the humanoids who live there, splicing matter together etc. Generaly fucking around wit flesh atoms and making monstrosities etc. kinda like what the bad guys did to Earth in Zenith 4. Why would he do all this? Cos he's bored. Some great scenes of his lithe lime green body and purple attire draped over a fortess wall as he watches his creations rip thew shit out of eachother. He yawns. Then ponders what to do next to alleviate this terrible boredom he seems to be cursed with.
So he fucks off to another planet which is full of love and ends up conducting a mass orgy with the entire planet but soon gets bored, just like we do, when we've wanked an image to death.
Finally he ends up here, a planet caught somewhere between love and war, so he diverts his boredom threshold-o-meter to our pop culture, this weird device we've created to stave off transcendence.
Thing is, I don't know what he ends up doing here.
Oh, he's amoral, so he can have 'fun' mangling humanoids on the war planet and 'beasting' children, old people etc on the fuck planet.
I toyed with the idea of running his story in parallel with a bored teenager at school and then somehow their paths converge. It ressults in the bored nerdy kid taking control at school and gaining 'revenge' on the jocks and babes etc. Cept it doesnt turn out that way cos the Impossible Man gets bored with the bored teenager and the whole school end up humiliating the dweeb with the help of the bloke from pop-up.
It's got some good bits in it but yeah, I'm struggling......
The opeining sequence when the Impossible Man is ejected from the hive mind he's part of is down and I've panavision panelled it with these vast oceanic strip scenes of a bubbling, ovular, seed-sown intelligences which circle an almost fully plundered planet, the impossible man and his kin having exhausted it's resources and evolved into static intelligences indepenent of time and the rigours it imposes. The idea is they evolved to this state by doing the usual: eliminating time from the equation and seeing it all as it really is: one big, thorougly boring instant of matter and energy.
But, Impossible Man is this facet of the vast inactive living intelligence who has somehow retained a 'personality' and realises being in this state is fucking boring and yearns for flesh based adventure. This disruption is detected by the hive-mind and IM is ejected into the cosmos, in search of fun.
Popupians who have been ejected from their eternal state are in a difficult situation: they need to reconcile their ability to be aware of everything that ever was, is, shall be with being stuck in a 3d sequential environment dependent on something called time. It leads to all manner of confusion regarding the order of events, the placement of objects etc.
I'm also toying with the idea that the Impossiblre Man is actually really small as well, something to do with our gravity conditions. WHen I say small, I imagine him to be about 2 foot.
That's be cool. A 2 foot impossible man you could take to school.
ALl the shit about time etc - it's just background mechanics rather than story so dinnae worry boot that.
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