I’ve been standing for almost three hours talking with my dad about different topics and we managed to brainstorm a story/world in which some ice age has happened and people are fleeing to South America/Africa because those are two of the places that have escaped the ice age (it’s not meant to be extremely realistic for the most part although there are some darker/serious parts to the world as well).
it’s also kind of a political satire and I already wrote the first draft for the first mini comic I’ll be doing set in this world
but oof owie ouch my back and legs hurtie
Can u share?
Oh you wanna see the first draft? here it is
(Credits to my dad for the cousin martha scene and the rich people smiling scene.)
REVERSAL OF FORTUNE
alternate title: the refugees
[wide shot of boat, going across the ocean. the night sky is visible in the background. beyond the boat lies a floating ice cube in the distance, but on further inspection, a person is frozen within it. not much attention is paid to the ice cube.]
[closer shot, this time the front of the boat. boat is covered with some lights, but can’t see any people, even through windows. some mumbling escapes the boat.]
[wide shot. a patrol boat speeds up towards the boat.]
[cut to the action, African authorities (exact country of origin TBD) stop and board the boat, lifting the curtains up to reveal the patterns. their expressions are one of seriousness at first, and they’re shouting.]
“HANDS UP, EVERYONE!”
[their expressions quickly change to a stare, an awkward one. still holding their weapons though.]
[next panel is of several white rich people. they are dressed in their best clothing, most expensive clothing and a guy in the back is saluting, wearing a comically large top hat and smoking a cigar. they’re all smiling, their teeth are completely white and even have sparkle effects to show for it.]
“AREN’T YOU GLAD TO SEE US?” [at the bottom, same page as above.]
[cut to African authorities. they look at the rich people, then at each other.]
[cut to some of the rich people getting handcuffed and their expressions dampened. the ones not yet handcuffed are still sitting in the boat.]
“Did i not smile enough?” [a shot of the women on the boat. they are brainstorming ways to throw the men under the bus. or boat in this case]
“Why are they arresting us? We just want in!” [shot of the men, brainstorming ways to throw the men under the bus.]
“My son is a very good worker! I’ll sell him to you if you let us in!” [shot of a man and presumably his wife, talking to one of the authorities. the son, younger than ten, is behind the parents.]
[cut to the face of the authority. a look of disgust and disappointment is visible on their face.]
[cut to three cages, one of the woman, one of the man and one for the child. their clothes are dirtied up and no dialogue is present. the child is sitting on the ground.]
[cut to the woman.] “You know, I haven’t seen cousin Martha since we left America. Even before that, I wonder where she is…”
[cut to cousin Martha, who is frozen (in a comedic way) in a giant icecube in a snowy area.]
very stereotypical mock-ups of rich people
made a typo, the men are thinking of ways to throw women under the bus, not the other men
