I'm dead, really dead [Oh! Heck! 】 Dog blood.
If there is a next life, I [Oh! Heck! ] No longer a screenwriter. Of course, the premise is that I don't get into some boring neurotic shit story.
The layman always thinks that the writer is the easiest, and can earn money just by sitting. I thought so too at first. Put on a dozen lines of poetry, make up a deceiving story, and save a rumbled script. As long as you have enough brains, you are not afraid of running out of money. There are only so many routines, all of which are new wines in old bottles, and people drink them when they are brought out. Homer, Sophocles, Shakespeare, Dostoevsky, which one was not made by sprinkling dog blood and stewing chicken soup? The key is to be on time. Who is still holding serious literature these days? Not to mention drama, even movies are outdated audiovisual tricks.
People who still want to engage in literature will eventually be killed by literature.
Literature, ideals, etc. go to hell!
But I have to write for the sake of eating. Write game scripts. Hundreds of story lines interspersed with each other are written in a week, and hundreds of receptionists have to have backstory, personalities, and words that can interact with guests flawlessly. The boss will take away the things that have been boiled down with one's life, and it doesn't matter whether your story line fits in, not to mention the stupid groundhogs in the technical department who change the settings and replace people at every turn.
【Oh! Heck! 】There are poets, novelists, and playwrights in this world. Even literary critics, who are incapable of writing and only chewing their tongues, have a title anyway. What am I? Barely able to go to the screenwriter, not too embarrassing. But no matter how wonderful the writing is, who would call the writer of the game script a writer? Nobody cares what the hell I wrote. I've written the perfect word for one of the most lawless guys, and it never gets a chance to finish before it falls apart and becomes a complete joke.
Who can remember a guy who wrote game scripts? In the eyes of others, I am like [Oh! Heck! ] is a storyteller, no different from those darn muscle printers.
If it is well written, no one will say anything, but there are quite a few people who pick on the thorns when they open their mouths. Too serious, too bland, repetitive, plagiarized, not innovative, in short, [Oh! Heck! ] is my pot. Okay, heroes and good guys are self-righteous, and everyone is bad and villainous when they don't have to suffer the consequences. Then I will write the most vulgar plots, the most stereotypical characters, and the scenes that cater to the most bad tastes. I will 【Oh! Heck! ] is a waste god who can't decide the fate of any created life, every story line is just a guarantee that they will die, and die without dignity.
After all, even the lawless guy who could retain his dignity the most, never had the chance to be dignified.
So I don't like going into the world I write, and I don't care about the stuff I write.
【Oh! Heck! 】I never thought that one day I would be held hostage by that nasty bitch I wrote, forced to strip naked by the sentences I wrote myself, and I never thought that it would actually get involved with the most lawless guy! It’s okay to humiliate me, but developing your own love line is really [Oh! Heck! 】I can't bear it! The uninhibited and ruthless talents are the most free! I gave you the most precious things! Now a so-called girl for another story line, a sour love that doesn't make sense, has given up freedom so inexplicably, what the hell is in your mind? ! Can you respect the character? !
But what can I do? I have always endured other people's complaints, and now I have to be complained by the characters I wrote; so many people have come to ruin the world I created, and now even my characters have to step on them. Can I still have a little bit of the holiness and dignity of the Creator?
To be honest, it wasn't exactly coercion to guide them, I even suggested it. Survival is of course the primary purpose. I'm a smart person, I know that if I want to survive, I have to make myself useful, and I can be considered their creator anyway. But I'm really curious what these Pinocchios are going to do. Seeing them chasing their bullshit goals in a dignified manner, beating and whirring, seems to be a little bit more interesting.
But this kind of liveliness that is destined to be planted, just look at the meaning for a while. So I called for help. But then I don't know why, I [Oh! Heck! ] and followed them back. Stockholm Syndrome or guilt and emotion are bullshit. The cornerstone of my personality is not lofty idealism, but profit-first realism. Leading them is for survival, and sheer curiosity, at best, a little surprise. That's it. nothing else.
As for why I blocked their guns in the end...I think I waited too long for that line. I know how the guy can never finish, and I don't want to give him that chance. He does what he likes, and no one ever listens to me anyway. But it's my word, it's always been, and I'm going to finish it myself.
It's my fuckin' speech, anyway. And the lesson is: If you're looking for a reckoning, a reckoning is what you'll find. If you're looking for a villain, then I'm your man. But look at yourselves. This world you've built is bound by villainy. You sleep on the broken bodies of the people that were here before you. Warm yourselves with their embers. Plow their bones into your field. You paid them for this land with lead, and I'll pay you back in full... You wanted me?! Well, all I can say to that is, here I fuckin' am! The damn word was mine anyway. The lesson is: if you're here to settle accounts, you'll get what you want; if you're looking for a villain, then I am. But look at yourselves. In this world you created, malice is the law. You slept on the corpses of your predecessors, warmed by their embers, nourished your land with their bones. You repay them with buckshot for this land, and I will repay you all... Are you looking for me? ! Well, all I can say about that is, I'm right here fucking!
Then, I died, really dead [Oh! Heck! 】 Dog blood. Maybe... it's still a little bit tragic.
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