Welcome, one and all, to the second day of Winter Fanon Con! I'm your host, CaT, bringing you the results for the Creative Writing Contest! This season's theme was "Nature". Let's see how our contestants did!
A web-cast series by William Lawerance
Several clanking noises can be heard beyond the muffled darkness.
As the secondary voice says this, a static appears until it soon fades, now showing the faces of two Humans dressed in safari outfits. One of which has a brown, fuzzy-looking mustache and an aged look while the other is younger, wearing black-framed glasses, showcasing his squinty blue eyes.
Younger Person: There, got it.
Older Man: About time, Jimbo.
"Jimbo": It's Garry, actually, Mr. Lawrence.
William: Remind me why they sent some intern with me again.
Garry: No offense, sir. But ratings have not been well up there. Planetary Studios is about to pull the budget of this project of yours and unfortunately I was the only one that they could afford to send here to accompany you.
Garry: For you- I mean! Unfortunately for you. As in you're stuck with me.
William: Mhm. You know- Larry-
Garry: G-Garry, sir.
William, ignoring him: I had many adventures on this series, and it's gained plenty of viewers as well. Especially in the Wilderness Years. Back then, they wouldn't mind the budget so long as I got them their ratings and I did- we did. Me and Hannah. Always Hannah, I tell you. Hannah was the best assistant a survivalist can ask for. Not some scrawny-looking kid who just got out of High School.
Garry: I'm in my second-year of college, sir. And, as much I hate to admit it, I'm certain the viewers were mainly only there for Hannah. When she got offered a deal by that rival studio, the ratings went down for us and up for them. And then the budget went down and that's where we are now.
William: Bah! I'll show you- and I'll show them too. We don't need Hannah for this adventure. And believe me when I tell you, this place- heh, this place will get us the ratings the studios want. And then the budget will be pouring down and I'll be the one on their billboards and pamphlets instead of Captain Wallaby.
Garry: That's not his- never mind.
William: Come on, let's get a move on before it starts getting late.
Garry grabs the camera and William approaches a truck parked close a ledge. Just past the ledge, a large forest can be seen extending into the horizon.
Garry: Where are we, anyways?
William: Don't worry about it. It's just a forest.
William turns his head, seeing the camera.
William: That thing off?
Garry: No. You were just telling me to get it working.
William: Alright, well- make sure this part stays out of editing. You got it?
Garry: Yes- (break) Yeah, I got it.
William: Good. So this place we're going to, I've heard some rumors for this source I know. Good stuff around here.
Garry: Mr. Lawrence, this is- legal, right?
William: Of course, it's legal. It's just a forest, calm down. I'm just saying- there's something in that forest that'll make this whole survival thing more of an experience of us. That's what them studios like. Some big experience that'll sink the viewers in.
Garry: Is it safe?
William: Of course, it's safe. Look- we got a crew, right?
Garry: Yeah, of like seven guys or something.
William: Yeah, it's their job to keep us safe. It'll be fine, alright?
Garry: Uh, yeah. Okay. Yeah, it'll be fine.
Day One: The Arrival
The inside of the truck is now the setting. William can be seen driving the truck through the forest. The camera turns, showing the outside of the passenger window.
William: Are you rolling?
Garry: Hang on, let me check. Uh- yeah, yeah- we're rolling.
William: Gosh, turn it to me- to me!
Garry turns the camera so it now shows William.
William: How do you do, fellow survivalists. This is William Lawrence, the man with the plan, here. Now you might have been expecting me, the great hunter and survivalist, to travel the world in search of the most dangerous places. But little did you know, the most dangerous place of all could be the most simplest of places. That's right, we're going to survive a forest but not just any ol' forest. According the legends, this forest is haunted.
Garry: Wait- haunted?
William: Eh- yeah, haunted. Many scientific sources have come to us with news about this forest, with rumors and legends and tales and what-not about strange occurances but we've handled stranger things haven't we, Terry?
Garry: (sigh) Yeah, yeah we have.
William: Good show! That's exactly what they want to hear.
William: Almost there.
William is seen walking down a mud track, deeper into the forest. They start to pass by some government signs and barriers. The camera turns to view them as they continue moving past them.
Garry, from behind the camera: Are you sure about this? Those looked official.
William: Come on, Larry- we're certified to be out here. Nothing's going to happen except the adventure of a lifetime.
The camera turns back, to show William continuing to walk forward. It turns slightly more to show the production crew scouting ahead of them. A mist appears to make them less noticible.
William, muttering to himself: Where the heck is this place anyways?
Garry, turning to William: What was that?
William: Nothing- Nothing, just- look around, why don't ya? That's a good tip for any fresh survivalist. Get a good view of your surroundings, make sure you're properly aided before exploring then conquer the wilderness like nature intended it.
Garry: Don't you think nature wants to be left alone, Mr. Lawrence?
William: Nonsense. We were made to explore. So what if a few twigs and branches get in our-
A snapping noise is heard from behind. The camera turns quickly around to show a dense shrub.
Garry: W-What was that?
William: Nothing. Must have been the wild life around here.
Garry: What type of wild life is that exactly?
William: Kenny, you worry too much.
The camera turns back to William, who continues walking ahead still.
Garry: It's- It's Garry, sir.
William: That's what I said.
They continue walking for a moment before the camera turns slightly to where the production crew have been. The mist is thicker than before, making the crew practically unseen.
Garry: Hey, where's the crew?
William: Nevermind them, they're probably scouting ahead. Looking for a good place to set up. That's all the technical stuff, you see. The real adventure is out here in the wilderness.
The mist then closer as the two approach it. They then walk into the mist, their surroundings are now covered by this smokey, light-green, fog.
Garry: I can't see a thing out here. Are you sure this is a forest and not a swamp?
Willilam: What does it matter? Adventure isn't bound by any place.
Garry: Must you always talk about adventure. I could use some practical common sense right now.
William: ...You know, silence is sometimes required in order to grasp one's bearings.
A sigh can be heard from behind the camera followed by silence with only the sound of their steps against the mud being heard. As they continue walking forward, a camera shakes slightly followed by a grunt.
William: What is it now?
Garry: I nearly tripped out here.
William: Just watch your step next time. There seems to be a lot of rocks around here.
They continue moving forwards until the sound of a step is changed from one against the mud to one against something else, something soft-like. The camera leans down, showing a faint shadow on the ground.
William: Are you coming or what?
Garry: There's something down here.
William: Another rock. You already told m-
Garry: No, it's not a rock. It's sorta soft, feels like a- I don't know- like there's something here.
William: Maybe one of the crew dropped something, we mustn't really discuss the technical things. It's not really up our alley.
A moment passes with an arm reaching out from behind the camera, it now wobbiling slightly without its full support. The arm reaches for the faint shadow.
William: Look, I think the fog is starting to clear up. Come on, I thought I saw a light shine this way. Must be the others.
The arm reaches onto the faint shadow, feeling it.
Garry: Sir, I think there's a guy here.
Garry: He must have fallen or something. Help me get him up.
The camera leans up slightly, showing William move through the fading mist to approach them. A faint groan is then heard from below. The camera leans back down, showing the faint shadow move slightly through the mist. The mist continues clearing, making the shadow appear more humanoid and solid.
Garry: Don't worry, we're going to help you up from there.
William: What's he saying?
Garry: I don't know. Maybe he's got a concussion or-
The arm from behind the camera reaches for the person but feels something else instead.
Garry: Hang on, there's something.
The mist completely clears as the person on the ground can now be seen as a member of the production crew with a spike impaled in his chest. Upon seeing this, Garry flinches back. Heavy breaths can be heard from behind the camera.
William: Oh my-
Garry: We- We need to get out of here. We need to call for help and-
William: Look at me, look at me.
The camera turns, showing William grabbing Garry by his shoulders and looking right at him.
William: You need to keep it together. We're fine that's what matters.
Garry: There's a guy right there!
William: We'll deal with it. Right now we need to keep our heads straight. We're too far from the truck and even if we reach it, there's no cell service out here for some reason. Now, some of the production crew carry with first-aid kits, if we track them down we should be able to help this man.
Garry: Okay... Okay. Yeah. That makes sense.
William: Of course it does. Come on, I think saw a light shine over there.
Garry: Alright, I'm right behind you.
The camera straightens as if it has gained a better grasp onto itself. William is seen moving ahead before the camera as he enters a large opening within a tree. A bright, green light can now be seen at the end of the tunnel.
William: You see it?
Garry: Yeah- Yeah, I do.
William: They should just be up ahead.
The two of them continue approaching the light until the sound of the tree around them creaking and shifting is heard. The camera reacts with constant turning until it turns to look behind, the exit is now gone, replaced with tree.
Garry: The way out- it- it's gone!
William: Must be an old tree. Don't worry, I have a knife on me. It should be able to cut through the bark that dropped down.
Garry, hesitantly: Okay...
The camera turns back with a static taking over momentarily. Once it has faded away, the two of them are now closer to the light.
Garry: I don't think that light belongs to a member of the production crew.
William: No... I don't think so either.
The two of them then enter, what looks like a wooden chamber, shaped from the inside of the tree. At its center, there is a bright, green light shaped in a circular and tall position. The camera turns, showing several doorways to other tunnels leading to this chamber.
Garry: Where are we?
William: This must be it. This is what my source was telling me about.
Garry: Are you kidding me? You knew about this?
William: I didn't know what exactly it was but- I mean, look at it. This is the kinda of stuff that should be on TV. This is the kind of stuff that people want us survivalist to explore.
Garry: You didn't do this for exploration. You did it for exploitation. You want nothing but the fame and wealth that comes from discovering this place but you didn't even care about the risks we're taking.
William: Do you have any idea who you're talking to?
Garry: Sir- no... William, you are probably the dumbest and most selfish person I've ever met. This might feel like a piece of nature but this-
A arm points out from behind the camera, pointing at the green light.
Garry: This isn't natural.
William: (sighs) Okay, you're right. Doing this for the ratings was stupid. I- I see that now but we can still make this work. If we just-
A faint growl is then heard followed by another form of static.
Garry: Wha- (static) -ppening!
The static continues, showing only shot cuts of what's occuring- with green figures moving out of the tunnels, approaching the two of them.
As the static clears, a dark green one-eyed plant creature with flaps on its shoulders can be seen launching out towards the camera, creating more static upon impact. After a long moment of nothing but static and several distorted noises, the image comes back- now showing the camera tilted and leaning against some vegetation. In the foreground, there is a pair of black-framed glasses in some form of green sap on the edge. The background shows a lush green world of plants with towers made up of vines and a waterfall close to the horizon. One of the creatures crawls out of the woodwork, stretching its arms out, only to get pierced by a primitive-looking spear. A figure then jumps down from the trees, landing on the vine floor and turns to the camera. It approaches the camera, showing more of the figure- he is dressed in some kind of outfit made from several types of vegetation with remnants of a safari outfits patched together. He kneels down, grabbing the camera and lifting it up. The camera can now view the man's face- revealing him to be William, who appears to have grown a beard now and looks either older or incredibly worn out. He sighs as he looks past the camera.
William: I'm sorry, Garry. I should have known better. I just- (sigh) I should have just known...
A moment passes before unusual sounds that to occur from the side of the camera, similar to the distorted ones from an earlier time. William steps up, with the camera, which camera follows occurring to his movements. He holds the camera upwards in his hand as he backs up, it can only show his face as he's looking in front of him. The sound of steps approaching and gear clanking together can be heard from a close distance.
Voice: Hold! (break) Secure the area outside of the portal.
Another Voice: Yes, sir.
William: Wh- Who are you people?
Voice: I'm with a specialized division of the government. It looks like you've been ignoring some of our warnings. This is classified and extremely dangerous location that you- (pause) My apologies... you two have found here. Is there anyone else with you?
William: The crew- they're uh- they're not... alive anymore.
Voice: I see. You're the only survivor.
William: Yes... I just- I can't believe you're actually here to save me from this place.
Voice: This place is under our jurisdiction now. Everything in this area will be contained.
A weapon can be heard cocking. William looks down slightly, looking rather anxious.
William: What are you doing?
Voice: I said everything in this area will be contained.
A shot then goes off and William is stunned by a blast from the weapon. He drops down, with the camera going down along with him. It clatters against the ground, turning towards the green light ahead. Before the green light are several soldiers, the boots of a man and the arm from earlier, just out of reach from the glasses. The boots approach the camera and lift it upwards until the man's face comes into view, showing him to be a stern-looking man with blonde, short-cut hair with a scar over his left eye.
Lt. Steel: Take the subjects to Area 51 for containment. Squadron Beta, make sure we don't get any more of those walking weeds on our tail and Squadron Cobra, follow my lead. The only way we're stopping those spores from spreading across the Earth is somewhere on this planet and we're going to find it, no matter what gets in our way. Ready yourselves, men. We're about to take down Mother Nature herself.
Lt. Steel tosses the camera back and it falls into the hands on a SACT soldier. He looks down at the lens then turns it forwards, showing some other soldiers ahead and Lt. Steel reloading his blaster. Ahead of them in a sanctum made up of vegetation, rooted into surrounding vine towers. A distant roar is then heard emitting from the plant sanctum.
Lt. Steel, turning back to face his men: Welcome to Flors Verdance, gentlemen.
Static then overcomes the view completely until a government label appears showing the name of the footage, the date it was recovered and where it is being stored. Afterwards, the label fades and the footage comes to an end.
I get what you're trying to do here, and it's not bad at all, really, but there's not much substance to it, and some of the writing seems very confused.
This was a pretty damn good mimic of a nature documentary, especially for an ecosystem you invented entirely on your own. Nice work.
Congratulations to Aaron for winning, and thanks to everyone for participating! That's it for the second day of Fanon Con, folks! Make sure to tune in tomorrow for when we announce the results of the Overall Writing Contest and the Art Contest! Have a great day, and I hope you enjoy the rest of Fanon Con!