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This is a partial screenplay I wrote in secondary school for a Film class. I immediately wanted to write about Chris, because I felt it'd make for a funny sci-fi dark comedy. Everyone else in my class wrote a 2deep4u depressing drama, so my teacher liked it. I thought it was bretty gud 5/5, so I wanted to share it.
It had no title at the time, but I'm going to refer to it as Trollin' Stupid for now. I may add more, if people want more. I may also start that Jace stoner comedy.
This screenplay segment takes place about ten minutes into the hypothetical film.
Plot: The Chris analogue, Trevor, is frequently trolled over the internet and wishes bloody vengeance on his tormentors. Thankfully, he's in luck, as a new company called Cybergate revealed their new program, the Cybergate Protocol, that allows one to enter cyberspace as an avatar of themselves. Beta testers were hand picked from the best and brightest in America. Upon hearing this, Trevor just has to get involved. After "acquiring" someone's pass, he enters the internet and starts exacting revenge on this trolls. The government, however, finds out about his activities and seeks to stop him.
http://pastebin.com/LGQg2bEW
It had no title at the time, but I'm going to refer to it as Trollin' Stupid for now. I may add more, if people want more. I may also start that Jace stoner comedy.
This screenplay segment takes place about ten minutes into the hypothetical film.
Plot: The Chris analogue, Trevor, is frequently trolled over the internet and wishes bloody vengeance on his tormentors. Thankfully, he's in luck, as a new company called Cybergate revealed their new program, the Cybergate Protocol, that allows one to enter cyberspace as an avatar of themselves. Beta testers were hand picked from the best and brightest in America. Upon hearing this, Trevor just has to get involved. After "acquiring" someone's pass, he enters the internet and starts exacting revenge on this trolls. The government, however, finds out about his activities and seeks to stop him.
http://pastebin.com/LGQg2bEW
Untitled
FADE IN
INT. TREVOR’S BEDROOM – TIME OF DAY UNCLEAR
TREVOR’s bedroom, full of childish clutter and dimly lit. Action figures dot the numerous shelves, video games line the walls, posters and home-made hangings hide the wallpaper from view. A prominent one at the foreground is a picture of a large, muscular superhero version of Trevor called TREV STRIDER. There are no visible windows, the room being lit by a single, BUZZING lightbulb.
A small computer stands on a messy desk in the dark corner. A cartoonish shooter game’s main screen can just about be seen. The faint WHIRRING of an offscreen television and the computer can be heard. The desk has a small pile of towels on it.
Trevor himself stands in the middle of his room. He is wearing a tight-fitting rugby shirt, which only emphasises his corpulence. He is gesticulating wildly at a camera on top of what is presumably his television, grinning and SHOUTING. He is alone and speaks awkwardly, pausing every now and then to catch his breath. He occasionally stops to look at a sheet of paper in his hand.
TREVOR
(angrily)
…and that’s why all you dang dirty trolls will never mess with me again! I-I already know where y’all live, obviously, but with this new technology, the, uh… (pauses to read from sheet of paper) Cybergate Protocol, y’all have nowhere to hide from the fury of my wrath! (instantly calms down) So uh, yeah, that’s just today’s update. I’m still lonesome, but I think that mastering this new technology will really bring in the single girls, haha. But anyway, curse the trolls, peace to everyone else. Have a pleasant day.
Trevor holds up the ‘peace’ sign and moves to turn the camera off. He is shaking with delight. He pauses to wipe his forehead with a towel from the desk.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
INT. TREVOR’S BEDROOM – TIME OF DAY UNCLEAR, BUT PRESUMABLY LATER
TREVOR sits at the computer, which is still WHIRRING and making some worrying SPUTTERING sounds. Onscreen is a Youtube video of himself, showing a recording of the previous scene, with the SHOUTING. Trevor is reading the comments below the video, becoming increasingly angry.
TREVOR
(to himself)
Those damn mocking bastards! They have no idea who they’re messin’ with here! I’ll show ‘em… but first I have to, uh, be chosen to test the Cybergate Protocol. And there’s no doubt they’ll pick me, I’m pretty much, the perfect man for the job. Yeah…
Trevor’s eye widen as a new comment appears. The commenter’s name is CarlosChantor. This incites an extreme reaction from Trevor.
TREVOR CONT’D
(furiously)
Carlos! You’re the worst of them all! I’ll get you first, before everyone else! You will finally understand why you wouldn’t want to make me angry! Grr…
Trevor raises his fist into the air.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
INT. OFFICE – EARLY MORNING
The office is full of clutter as well. Stacks of boxes prevent access to more than half the room. A small desk, telephone, and fax machine are placed within a small cubbyhole in the maze of boxes. However, a window is visible, showing the sunrise. A small clock shows the time to be 6:00 in the morning.
TREVOR is currently using the phone and reading off a leaflet. He is sweating heavily, but is attempting to stay calm.
TREVOR
(thoughtfully)
Lessee… one, eight-hundred…
Trevor dials the number on the leaflet, and waits for the phone to RING.
TREVOR CONT’D
Ah, that’s the one.
He waits for the phone on the other end to be picked up. A tired EMPLOYEE answers.
EMPLOYEE
(tiredly)
H-hello, this is the Cybergate headquarters… how may I help you…
Trevor is visibly excited. He wipes his arm across his brow and picks up a piece of paper, which is dotted with notes. He begins to read off it, his voice becoming slightly monotonous.
TREVOR
(quickly)
Ah, yes, hello. Y’all might know who I am, I’m quite famous on the, uh, Internets.
EMPLOYEE
(confused)
I don’t… who am I speaking to?
TREVOR
My name is Trevor, uh, Trevor Strang. My Youtube name is-
EMPLOYEE
(cutting across)
I’m not interested, sir… madam... What do you want?
Trevor DRUMS his fingers on the desk in a frustrated way. He puts the paper down and focuses on what he is saying.
TREVOR
I-it’s sir, sir. I thought my name made it… never mind. I’m here to enquire-
The employee audibly SIGHS.
EMPLOYEE
That’s all anyone damn well calls about. Not even my mother wants to know how I’m doing while working a 50-hour week. 50 goddamned hours. I’m dying here, man.
TREVOR
(unconvincingly fake apologetic tone)
Oh, I, I’m sorry about that, sir. I hope I’m not-
EMPLOYEE
(cuts across again, sarcastically)
Yeah, yeah, thanks for your concern, madam. So, you want to be a beta tester? Too late, bud. We got our beta testers already.
Trevor’s jaw drops, and his face contorts. He is clearly astonished.
TREVOR
(flustered)
W-what did-
EMPLOYEE
(irritated)
We. Have. All. Our. Beta. Testers. I’ve already told five schmucks this already, I am not in the mood for more. Tell all your neckbeard friends to stop calling me, especially at six in the fucking morning!
The employee hangs up before Trevor can reply. Trevor is very red in the face, as if trying to process the information he has gained. Eventually, his face twists into the familiar anger. He stands up suddenly, knocking his chair over.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
INT. TREVOR’S BEDROOM - TIME OF DAY UNCLEAR, BUT PRESUMABLY LATER
The room is lit only by the television, making it dark and hard to see, and making his actions more sinister. The other side of the room can just be seen, but it’s more of the same. Anyone in the room would be entirely boxed in by racks of action figures and videogames.
TREVOR himself is pacing in the centre of the room. His hands are twisting around each other and he is staring at his feet as he paces. He is also loudly coming up with creative ways of teaching the selected beta testers a lesson, often violently. This has evidently been going on for a few minutes.
TREVOR
(furiously)
…I am gonna shove his ass down his throat, and make him bite his own, uh, pickle off! But, I guess, I should probably found out who they are. I bet the Cybergate website has posted their names…
Trevor dives at his computer and turns it on. The pained WHIRRING and SPUTTERING is audible as it loads. This takes a long time. While this happens, Trevor DRUMS his fingers on the keyboard and scratches his chin nervously. It takes several minutes, but finally the computer boots up and logs in. He quickly loads up his Internet browser and goes to the Cybergate website.
TREVOR CONT’D
C-y-b-e-r-g-a-t-e dot org…
The website loads up, showing a shiny blue website which lights up the room behind him. Trevor’s eyes scan the site. Occasional mouse CLICKS or keyboard TAPPING can be heard. However, Trevor does not find what he was looking for.
TREVOR CONT’D
(frustrated)
Damn! They’re keeping the names from me on purpose. They’re probably watchin’ me right now to make sure I don’t, uh, do what I want to do.
He looks over his shoulder nervously, his chair CREAKING.
TREVOR CONT’D
(nervously)
I-I shouldn’t worry. Only Carlos is watchin’ me. Hey Carlos, you and your troll buddies get out of my room! I know y’all are there! Gah!
He throws an empty cup across the room, where it hits the wall then the floor with a CLATTER. Trevor breathes heavily before swivelling back to face his monitor.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
EXT. TREVOR’S FRONT GARDEN - LATE MORNING
The sunlight dazzles the scene after a long period spent in the musty indoors. The area is quite quiet, with the occasional ancient car PUTTERING past. The front garden is overgrown with weeds, the grass missing in great patches. The front of the house is ageing and yellowing, with peeling paint. TREVOR is standing in the sun in front of the front door, squinting and arms flung over his face to shade it. He is wearing a suit and tie.
TREVOR
(mumbling)
Darn sun… why you gotta be so bright? I’ll try and dim you when I do what is required of me… Ah well. Today’s the day I’m gonna get onto the Cybergate Protocol! Gotta make sure I’m dressed sharp. (looks down at self) Yep, lookin’ good!
He walks over to his car, which is beaten up and needs servicing. He gets in and sits in the driver’s seat quietly.
TREVOR
(dreamily)
This is gonna be so cool… I’m gonna go into the internet and teach all those awful trolls a lesson… after so long…
Trevor becomes lost in thought and begins fantasising about what he hopes to accomplish.
FADE TO BLACK
DAYDREAM. TREVOR’S FANTASY
The scene shifts to a distorted cybernetic world. The superhero version of TREVOR, TREV STRIDER, is standing on a tower. He has a strong, fatless body, a mane of hair, a square chin, and a childish superhero’s outfit. He is shooting at imp-like monsters with a large, futuristic-looking laser rifle.
TREV STRIDER
(crazed, deeper voice)
Die, trolls, die! Ahahahahaha! Feel the full force of my fury! You will know my name is Trev Strider, legendary trollbuster! (trolls are vaporised) Hehehehe! Those slanderous trolls should have known better than to mess with me. They had it comin’. (throws arms into the air) And I have the Cybergate Protocol to thank for this opportunity! This programme was made for me, and me alone!
A crude version of what was presumably the EMPLOYEE Trevor called in the early morning appears.
EMPLOYEE
Yeah, Trev! You the man, dog! Sorry ‘bout the call, brah. You was first on the list, been on it since you was born. I was just messin’ with ya. No hard feels, yo?
TREV STRIDER
(authoritatively)
No hard feelings indeed, sir. I’m just glad we sorted this out.
EMPLOYEE
F’real, my man.
The scene fades back into reality.
END DAYDREAM
FADE IN
INT. TREVOR’S CAR – NOON
Scene shifts back to TREVOR in his car. He has been daydreaming for some time. For a moment a peaceful expression is on his face before he snaps out of it, checks the time on his watch, and GASPS.
TREVOR
(shocked)
Oh, no! I must’ve dozed off… I’m gonna have to put the pedal to the medal to catch one of those place-thievin’ (sarcastically) “beta testers”. I WILL get a place on the Cybergate Protocol! I deserve it for all the crap I’ve been through from cy- cyberbullies! I will punish them for what they’ve done to me! They will know the wrath of TREV STRIDER!
Trevor LAUGHS maniacally as he starts his car’s engine. A determined look on his face is seen as he reverses out the driveway, making a clumsy three-point turn, and drives down his road with intent.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN
INT. TREVOR’S BEDROOM – TIME OF DAY UNCLEAR
TREVOR’s bedroom, full of childish clutter and dimly lit. Action figures dot the numerous shelves, video games line the walls, posters and home-made hangings hide the wallpaper from view. A prominent one at the foreground is a picture of a large, muscular superhero version of Trevor called TREV STRIDER. There are no visible windows, the room being lit by a single, BUZZING lightbulb.
A small computer stands on a messy desk in the dark corner. A cartoonish shooter game’s main screen can just about be seen. The faint WHIRRING of an offscreen television and the computer can be heard. The desk has a small pile of towels on it.
Trevor himself stands in the middle of his room. He is wearing a tight-fitting rugby shirt, which only emphasises his corpulence. He is gesticulating wildly at a camera on top of what is presumably his television, grinning and SHOUTING. He is alone and speaks awkwardly, pausing every now and then to catch his breath. He occasionally stops to look at a sheet of paper in his hand.
TREVOR
(angrily)
…and that’s why all you dang dirty trolls will never mess with me again! I-I already know where y’all live, obviously, but with this new technology, the, uh… (pauses to read from sheet of paper) Cybergate Protocol, y’all have nowhere to hide from the fury of my wrath! (instantly calms down) So uh, yeah, that’s just today’s update. I’m still lonesome, but I think that mastering this new technology will really bring in the single girls, haha. But anyway, curse the trolls, peace to everyone else. Have a pleasant day.
Trevor holds up the ‘peace’ sign and moves to turn the camera off. He is shaking with delight. He pauses to wipe his forehead with a towel from the desk.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
INT. TREVOR’S BEDROOM – TIME OF DAY UNCLEAR, BUT PRESUMABLY LATER
TREVOR sits at the computer, which is still WHIRRING and making some worrying SPUTTERING sounds. Onscreen is a Youtube video of himself, showing a recording of the previous scene, with the SHOUTING. Trevor is reading the comments below the video, becoming increasingly angry.
TREVOR
(to himself)
Those damn mocking bastards! They have no idea who they’re messin’ with here! I’ll show ‘em… but first I have to, uh, be chosen to test the Cybergate Protocol. And there’s no doubt they’ll pick me, I’m pretty much, the perfect man for the job. Yeah…
Trevor’s eye widen as a new comment appears. The commenter’s name is CarlosChantor. This incites an extreme reaction from Trevor.
TREVOR CONT’D
(furiously)
Carlos! You’re the worst of them all! I’ll get you first, before everyone else! You will finally understand why you wouldn’t want to make me angry! Grr…
Trevor raises his fist into the air.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
INT. OFFICE – EARLY MORNING
The office is full of clutter as well. Stacks of boxes prevent access to more than half the room. A small desk, telephone, and fax machine are placed within a small cubbyhole in the maze of boxes. However, a window is visible, showing the sunrise. A small clock shows the time to be 6:00 in the morning.
TREVOR is currently using the phone and reading off a leaflet. He is sweating heavily, but is attempting to stay calm.
TREVOR
(thoughtfully)
Lessee… one, eight-hundred…
Trevor dials the number on the leaflet, and waits for the phone to RING.
TREVOR CONT’D
Ah, that’s the one.
He waits for the phone on the other end to be picked up. A tired EMPLOYEE answers.
EMPLOYEE
(tiredly)
H-hello, this is the Cybergate headquarters… how may I help you…
Trevor is visibly excited. He wipes his arm across his brow and picks up a piece of paper, which is dotted with notes. He begins to read off it, his voice becoming slightly monotonous.
TREVOR
(quickly)
Ah, yes, hello. Y’all might know who I am, I’m quite famous on the, uh, Internets.
EMPLOYEE
(confused)
I don’t… who am I speaking to?
TREVOR
My name is Trevor, uh, Trevor Strang. My Youtube name is-
EMPLOYEE
(cutting across)
I’m not interested, sir… madam... What do you want?
Trevor DRUMS his fingers on the desk in a frustrated way. He puts the paper down and focuses on what he is saying.
TREVOR
I-it’s sir, sir. I thought my name made it… never mind. I’m here to enquire-
The employee audibly SIGHS.
EMPLOYEE
That’s all anyone damn well calls about. Not even my mother wants to know how I’m doing while working a 50-hour week. 50 goddamned hours. I’m dying here, man.
TREVOR
(unconvincingly fake apologetic tone)
Oh, I, I’m sorry about that, sir. I hope I’m not-
EMPLOYEE
(cuts across again, sarcastically)
Yeah, yeah, thanks for your concern, madam. So, you want to be a beta tester? Too late, bud. We got our beta testers already.
Trevor’s jaw drops, and his face contorts. He is clearly astonished.
TREVOR
(flustered)
W-what did-
EMPLOYEE
(irritated)
We. Have. All. Our. Beta. Testers. I’ve already told five schmucks this already, I am not in the mood for more. Tell all your neckbeard friends to stop calling me, especially at six in the fucking morning!
The employee hangs up before Trevor can reply. Trevor is very red in the face, as if trying to process the information he has gained. Eventually, his face twists into the familiar anger. He stands up suddenly, knocking his chair over.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
INT. TREVOR’S BEDROOM - TIME OF DAY UNCLEAR, BUT PRESUMABLY LATER
The room is lit only by the television, making it dark and hard to see, and making his actions more sinister. The other side of the room can just be seen, but it’s more of the same. Anyone in the room would be entirely boxed in by racks of action figures and videogames.
TREVOR himself is pacing in the centre of the room. His hands are twisting around each other and he is staring at his feet as he paces. He is also loudly coming up with creative ways of teaching the selected beta testers a lesson, often violently. This has evidently been going on for a few minutes.
TREVOR
(furiously)
…I am gonna shove his ass down his throat, and make him bite his own, uh, pickle off! But, I guess, I should probably found out who they are. I bet the Cybergate website has posted their names…
Trevor dives at his computer and turns it on. The pained WHIRRING and SPUTTERING is audible as it loads. This takes a long time. While this happens, Trevor DRUMS his fingers on the keyboard and scratches his chin nervously. It takes several minutes, but finally the computer boots up and logs in. He quickly loads up his Internet browser and goes to the Cybergate website.
TREVOR CONT’D
C-y-b-e-r-g-a-t-e dot org…
The website loads up, showing a shiny blue website which lights up the room behind him. Trevor’s eyes scan the site. Occasional mouse CLICKS or keyboard TAPPING can be heard. However, Trevor does not find what he was looking for.
TREVOR CONT’D
(frustrated)
Damn! They’re keeping the names from me on purpose. They’re probably watchin’ me right now to make sure I don’t, uh, do what I want to do.
He looks over his shoulder nervously, his chair CREAKING.
TREVOR CONT’D
(nervously)
I-I shouldn’t worry. Only Carlos is watchin’ me. Hey Carlos, you and your troll buddies get out of my room! I know y’all are there! Gah!
He throws an empty cup across the room, where it hits the wall then the floor with a CLATTER. Trevor breathes heavily before swivelling back to face his monitor.
CUT TO NEXT SCENE
EXT. TREVOR’S FRONT GARDEN - LATE MORNING
The sunlight dazzles the scene after a long period spent in the musty indoors. The area is quite quiet, with the occasional ancient car PUTTERING past. The front garden is overgrown with weeds, the grass missing in great patches. The front of the house is ageing and yellowing, with peeling paint. TREVOR is standing in the sun in front of the front door, squinting and arms flung over his face to shade it. He is wearing a suit and tie.
TREVOR
(mumbling)
Darn sun… why you gotta be so bright? I’ll try and dim you when I do what is required of me… Ah well. Today’s the day I’m gonna get onto the Cybergate Protocol! Gotta make sure I’m dressed sharp. (looks down at self) Yep, lookin’ good!
He walks over to his car, which is beaten up and needs servicing. He gets in and sits in the driver’s seat quietly.
TREVOR
(dreamily)
This is gonna be so cool… I’m gonna go into the internet and teach all those awful trolls a lesson… after so long…
Trevor becomes lost in thought and begins fantasising about what he hopes to accomplish.
FADE TO BLACK
DAYDREAM. TREVOR’S FANTASY
The scene shifts to a distorted cybernetic world. The superhero version of TREVOR, TREV STRIDER, is standing on a tower. He has a strong, fatless body, a mane of hair, a square chin, and a childish superhero’s outfit. He is shooting at imp-like monsters with a large, futuristic-looking laser rifle.
TREV STRIDER
(crazed, deeper voice)
Die, trolls, die! Ahahahahaha! Feel the full force of my fury! You will know my name is Trev Strider, legendary trollbuster! (trolls are vaporised) Hehehehe! Those slanderous trolls should have known better than to mess with me. They had it comin’. (throws arms into the air) And I have the Cybergate Protocol to thank for this opportunity! This programme was made for me, and me alone!
A crude version of what was presumably the EMPLOYEE Trevor called in the early morning appears.
EMPLOYEE
Yeah, Trev! You the man, dog! Sorry ‘bout the call, brah. You was first on the list, been on it since you was born. I was just messin’ with ya. No hard feels, yo?
TREV STRIDER
(authoritatively)
No hard feelings indeed, sir. I’m just glad we sorted this out.
EMPLOYEE
F’real, my man.
The scene fades back into reality.
END DAYDREAM
FADE IN
INT. TREVOR’S CAR – NOON
Scene shifts back to TREVOR in his car. He has been daydreaming for some time. For a moment a peaceful expression is on his face before he snaps out of it, checks the time on his watch, and GASPS.
TREVOR
(shocked)
Oh, no! I must’ve dozed off… I’m gonna have to put the pedal to the medal to catch one of those place-thievin’ (sarcastically) “beta testers”. I WILL get a place on the Cybergate Protocol! I deserve it for all the crap I’ve been through from cy- cyberbullies! I will punish them for what they’ve done to me! They will know the wrath of TREV STRIDER!
Trevor LAUGHS maniacally as he starts his car’s engine. A determined look on his face is seen as he reverses out the driveway, making a clumsy three-point turn, and drives down his road with intent.
FADE TO BLACK
