The “Project IDGAF” Terminal Death March is upon me, so here’s a tidbit
You people in the special effects department need to pay attention here. Yeah, I know most of you are busy building the Isaac Asimov sign and rigging explosives in the faux gas station Props slammed together last night, not to mention stealing the mail collection box we need to complete the two blocks of Mole Hill we’ll need for the Big Finish. Yes, we’re on a tight timeline and a tighter budget. But this bit needs to be genuinely creepy.
The burn on Lance’s chest? It’s not a burn.
He thinks it’s a burn, but to be fair he can’t get a good look at it. His neck can’t stretch like a Gray’s, and he’s not the sort of guy to study his reflection in the mirror, so he doesn’t get a good look between his pecs. From his view sure, maybe it’s a burn.
But it’s a silver and black plate. Kind of pebbly. Weirdly organic looking, if lead can be organic. The size of Katrina’s hand over Lance’s heart. This “burn” needs to look as creepy as Chad.
Okay, fine. Nothing can be that creepy. But still, people, work with me here!
This book demanded a soundtrack. It’s given me an excuse to dig up old songs I love that I hadn’t heard in a while. Looking at the songs, though, it’s clear that my 80s were not like most people’s 80s.