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[ENboards Boston Event] Feng Shui: Six in the Chamber
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Cuddly Jack swims down through the clouds of colorful tropical fish. The fish part before him and his keen eye catches a glint of light at the bottom, amidst the artificial reef's constructs. He continues to plummet downward, toward the sharks.
Chai Tong stops on his way down, on the second floor exhibit (“motion & energy”), looking at an enormous exhibit. It’s a famous inventor’s attempt at a perpetual motion machine. It’s comprised of two immense steel spheres, roughly ten feet across each, swinging on thick cables. They clang together every now and then.
CHAI TONG
This passes for art here in the west, I suppose. Hmm…
Chai leans forward and with his incredibly strong fingers loosens one screw, then takes it out of the machine. One of the huge steel balls crashes to the floor and with a low rumble begins rolling down the slope, toward friend and foe alike.
The camera cuts to Damon, who is screaming as he rides the janitor cart down the slope. The cart is specially built for the museum, and rides in line along a slim track set inside the floor, keeping the cart perfectly centered as it rolls. He fires both guns, one after another. Bullets whiz and ricochet all around him. Chen Yau is firing away as he runs with the group. He takes out a mook or two with well-placed head shots. Chef Tso, behind Damon, is throwing things. He hurls a starfish he’s scooped up out of a tank- it sticks to the face of one mook, who howls in agony for some reason, clutches at his face, and topples over the railing to his death below. Chef Tso throws a potato poorly. It bounces off of one wall, off the world’s largest rubber band, and lands in the track of a large sculpture that keeps potato-sized ball bearings rolling around in it. The potato picks up speed as it rolls around in the machine. Carl runs into the melee and whips his mop around like a pole fighter, tripping, smacking and jabbing mooks with blinding speed.
Cuddly Jack is swimming past sharks who are only showing a passive interest in him… but they’re curious about this. He’s not dressed in black like the others, and he smells… sweeter.
Damon is about to blast through the mooks with his janitor cart. He hears a surprised yelp behind him, and turns his head back to see a huge metal sphere barreling down the ramp at them all, Indy Jones style. Chef Tso leaps out of the way, pitching all the way across the air and smacking into the aquarium’s glass. He sticks there for a moment like a rear windshield plush Garfield. Through it, he sees Cuddly Jack staring at him in surprise. He gives a feeble thumbs-up and slides slowly down the glass, squeaking as he goes.
Damon flips off the janitor cart, hands placed on the balcony overlooking the drop. He swings around and lands on the level below. Carl shrieks and runs, as do some of the mooks. Carl trips them with his mop now and then. They fall, scream shortly, then the scream is cut short with a sickening SQUIRSH noise. The ball is closing in on him.
Cuddly Jack closes his hand around the handle of the briefcase. It was indeed at the bottom of the reef formation. He pushes himself up and notices that the sharks around the reef are circling it at a greater speed than they were moving at before. The action around them- and Jack himself- has excited them. They’re growing bolder. He pushes up and begins pumping his legs furiously for the surface.
Carl plants his mop down and kicks his legs back, executing a kind of running reverse pole vault. He flips over the giant sphere and lands safely on the other side. Some mooks fire at him and miss- hitting the sphere. The bullets ricochet off the metal, towards the tank in the center of the room. SPAK SPAK SPAK! Three small spiderwebs appear in the glass of the aquarium. They begin shooting thin streams of water at high velocity. The thin veins of broken glass grow ever so slightly with a crackling noise Jack can hear even inside the tank. He swims harder. A shark nudges his leg. Jack’s been around enough times to know that when a shark nudges you, it’s time to beat that bastard away, because he’s sizing you up. He turns around and swings a massive fist at the shark. The punch connects and skirts up along the shark’s tough sandpaper skin. A red-orange cloud blurs into the water. Jack’s knuckles are bleeding. He swims and swims. The sharks around him are becoming visibly furious, churning the water and pumping their tails after him.
Damon, on the level below the mooks and everyone else, is winded from the drop. He looks up to see that the ball is rushing towards him. He stands, sweeps his hair from his face with one hand, and aims his gun. He fires. The bullet hits its mark- a wooden support for a fiberglass stegosaur exhibit. The structure crumbles and the full-size stegosaur model slides to the ground, directly in the path of the rolling ball. The sphere rolls straight up the stegosaur’s tail at high speed. The weight of the ball snaps the stegosaur’s large spines like matchsticks, and they shoot like bullets off to the side. One of the spines smashes into the tank’s glass and sits there, halfway inside the tank. The sphere launches off the stegosaur’s back like a Dukes of Hazzard stunt, flying up to the ceiling. It smashes into it, carving a furrow as it moves. Damon somersaults forward, beneath it. The force of the sphere’s upward ascent bows the floor above all at once. The mooks on it fly in different directions, screaming. The effect is not unlike flicking the underside of a piece of paper that is supporting several mook-shaped paperclips. They just fly everywhere. The ball lands behind Damon, crushing through the floor and into the basement below.
Chef Tso, in the penguin display at the bottom of the tank, looks up to see the cracks moving along the tank. The sharks swarm within it. He knows there isn’t much time, and runs for the nearest, largest penguin. He jumps up off its back for a dangling wire Chen Yau has lowered for him and grabs it.
The glass is cracking and splintering faster now. There’s only a second left- about as long as Cuddly Jack has. In an overhead camera shot, we look straight down into the tank from above it. Cuddly Jack is swimming for the surface. He’s almost there. He’s followed by about three huge sharks, who are a moment away from crushing him in their immense jaws. We cut to the machine where the potato has been rolling around, gaining speed. It flies out of the machine and thunks into the aquarium, then bounces out a window. The glass gives out from this final assault. Cuddly Jack reaches a hand out of the tank and grabs the lip to pull himself up. The water below him blasts in every direction on the ground floor. We see the sharks pulled down, away from the dangling Jack, as if they were flushed away.
Chef Tso is dangling as well- on a long cable. It isn’t long enough to suspend him above the wave, and he’s caught along with it. He’s swept horizontally with the rushing water. The cable comes to an end, and Tso is hanging horizontally in the water, watching in disbelief as sharks rocket past him like fifteen foot long bullets with teeth. He lets go and is pulled along with them. Something at his side bumps him, and he grabs it. It’s the stegosaur’s fiberglass spine! For some reason, it’s riding smoothly along with the water, and Chef Tso sees that it’s almost the same size and shape as… … He grabs it and does a pushup. He surfs on the stegosaur spine amidst a sea of rushing, snapping shark jaws through the Hong Kong Museum of Science’s vast lobby. He feels almost triumphant until he sees that he’s moving very quickly towards a wall of glass, overlooking the same river Jimmy the Jake had pitched himself into. He reaches up and grabs the edge of a circular modern art scupture he’s surfing through, and uses the speed to vault upwards. He stands on the top of the scupture and watches the entire lobby, full of hundreds of thousands of gallons of water, blow the entire glass wall out. Water and sharks rain into the river below.
Outside, cops are gathering. They rush the door, which blows outward. The force of the water pushes them and their police cars almost two blocks away. The entire area is flooded.
The group reassembles on the levels above and cuts a hasty retreat to the third-floor parking garage, where they left their car. They get to it and floor the gas, rocketing down through the garage. At the bottom of it, they pause to look for cops, then hit the gas. The car stalls.
CHEN YAU
What the…
Chen gets out and looks the car over. At the rear of the car, he stops.
CHEN YAU
I don’t freakin’ believe it.
CHEF TSO
What?
Chen leans forward and grabs something. He holds it up for the group to gawk at. They don’t freakin’ believe it either- it’s the potato.
END OF SCENE 2
Chai Tong stops on his way down, on the second floor exhibit (“motion & energy”), looking at an enormous exhibit. It’s a famous inventor’s attempt at a perpetual motion machine. It’s comprised of two immense steel spheres, roughly ten feet across each, swinging on thick cables. They clang together every now and then.
CHAI TONG
This passes for art here in the west, I suppose. Hmm…
Chai leans forward and with his incredibly strong fingers loosens one screw, then takes it out of the machine. One of the huge steel balls crashes to the floor and with a low rumble begins rolling down the slope, toward friend and foe alike.
The camera cuts to Damon, who is screaming as he rides the janitor cart down the slope. The cart is specially built for the museum, and rides in line along a slim track set inside the floor, keeping the cart perfectly centered as it rolls. He fires both guns, one after another. Bullets whiz and ricochet all around him. Chen Yau is firing away as he runs with the group. He takes out a mook or two with well-placed head shots. Chef Tso, behind Damon, is throwing things. He hurls a starfish he’s scooped up out of a tank- it sticks to the face of one mook, who howls in agony for some reason, clutches at his face, and topples over the railing to his death below. Chef Tso throws a potato poorly. It bounces off of one wall, off the world’s largest rubber band, and lands in the track of a large sculpture that keeps potato-sized ball bearings rolling around in it. The potato picks up speed as it rolls around in the machine. Carl runs into the melee and whips his mop around like a pole fighter, tripping, smacking and jabbing mooks with blinding speed.
Cuddly Jack is swimming past sharks who are only showing a passive interest in him… but they’re curious about this. He’s not dressed in black like the others, and he smells… sweeter.
Damon is about to blast through the mooks with his janitor cart. He hears a surprised yelp behind him, and turns his head back to see a huge metal sphere barreling down the ramp at them all, Indy Jones style. Chef Tso leaps out of the way, pitching all the way across the air and smacking into the aquarium’s glass. He sticks there for a moment like a rear windshield plush Garfield. Through it, he sees Cuddly Jack staring at him in surprise. He gives a feeble thumbs-up and slides slowly down the glass, squeaking as he goes.
Damon flips off the janitor cart, hands placed on the balcony overlooking the drop. He swings around and lands on the level below. Carl shrieks and runs, as do some of the mooks. Carl trips them with his mop now and then. They fall, scream shortly, then the scream is cut short with a sickening SQUIRSH noise. The ball is closing in on him.
Cuddly Jack closes his hand around the handle of the briefcase. It was indeed at the bottom of the reef formation. He pushes himself up and notices that the sharks around the reef are circling it at a greater speed than they were moving at before. The action around them- and Jack himself- has excited them. They’re growing bolder. He pushes up and begins pumping his legs furiously for the surface.
Carl plants his mop down and kicks his legs back, executing a kind of running reverse pole vault. He flips over the giant sphere and lands safely on the other side. Some mooks fire at him and miss- hitting the sphere. The bullets ricochet off the metal, towards the tank in the center of the room. SPAK SPAK SPAK! Three small spiderwebs appear in the glass of the aquarium. They begin shooting thin streams of water at high velocity. The thin veins of broken glass grow ever so slightly with a crackling noise Jack can hear even inside the tank. He swims harder. A shark nudges his leg. Jack’s been around enough times to know that when a shark nudges you, it’s time to beat that bastard away, because he’s sizing you up. He turns around and swings a massive fist at the shark. The punch connects and skirts up along the shark’s tough sandpaper skin. A red-orange cloud blurs into the water. Jack’s knuckles are bleeding. He swims and swims. The sharks around him are becoming visibly furious, churning the water and pumping their tails after him.
Damon, on the level below the mooks and everyone else, is winded from the drop. He looks up to see that the ball is rushing towards him. He stands, sweeps his hair from his face with one hand, and aims his gun. He fires. The bullet hits its mark- a wooden support for a fiberglass stegosaur exhibit. The structure crumbles and the full-size stegosaur model slides to the ground, directly in the path of the rolling ball. The sphere rolls straight up the stegosaur’s tail at high speed. The weight of the ball snaps the stegosaur’s large spines like matchsticks, and they shoot like bullets off to the side. One of the spines smashes into the tank’s glass and sits there, halfway inside the tank. The sphere launches off the stegosaur’s back like a Dukes of Hazzard stunt, flying up to the ceiling. It smashes into it, carving a furrow as it moves. Damon somersaults forward, beneath it. The force of the sphere’s upward ascent bows the floor above all at once. The mooks on it fly in different directions, screaming. The effect is not unlike flicking the underside of a piece of paper that is supporting several mook-shaped paperclips. They just fly everywhere. The ball lands behind Damon, crushing through the floor and into the basement below.
Chef Tso, in the penguin display at the bottom of the tank, looks up to see the cracks moving along the tank. The sharks swarm within it. He knows there isn’t much time, and runs for the nearest, largest penguin. He jumps up off its back for a dangling wire Chen Yau has lowered for him and grabs it.
The glass is cracking and splintering faster now. There’s only a second left- about as long as Cuddly Jack has. In an overhead camera shot, we look straight down into the tank from above it. Cuddly Jack is swimming for the surface. He’s almost there. He’s followed by about three huge sharks, who are a moment away from crushing him in their immense jaws. We cut to the machine where the potato has been rolling around, gaining speed. It flies out of the machine and thunks into the aquarium, then bounces out a window. The glass gives out from this final assault. Cuddly Jack reaches a hand out of the tank and grabs the lip to pull himself up. The water below him blasts in every direction on the ground floor. We see the sharks pulled down, away from the dangling Jack, as if they were flushed away.
Chef Tso is dangling as well- on a long cable. It isn’t long enough to suspend him above the wave, and he’s caught along with it. He’s swept horizontally with the rushing water. The cable comes to an end, and Tso is hanging horizontally in the water, watching in disbelief as sharks rocket past him like fifteen foot long bullets with teeth. He lets go and is pulled along with them. Something at his side bumps him, and he grabs it. It’s the stegosaur’s fiberglass spine! For some reason, it’s riding smoothly along with the water, and Chef Tso sees that it’s almost the same size and shape as… … He grabs it and does a pushup. He surfs on the stegosaur spine amidst a sea of rushing, snapping shark jaws through the Hong Kong Museum of Science’s vast lobby. He feels almost triumphant until he sees that he’s moving very quickly towards a wall of glass, overlooking the same river Jimmy the Jake had pitched himself into. He reaches up and grabs the edge of a circular modern art scupture he’s surfing through, and uses the speed to vault upwards. He stands on the top of the scupture and watches the entire lobby, full of hundreds of thousands of gallons of water, blow the entire glass wall out. Water and sharks rain into the river below.
Outside, cops are gathering. They rush the door, which blows outward. The force of the water pushes them and their police cars almost two blocks away. The entire area is flooded.
The group reassembles on the levels above and cuts a hasty retreat to the third-floor parking garage, where they left their car. They get to it and floor the gas, rocketing down through the garage. At the bottom of it, they pause to look for cops, then hit the gas. The car stalls.
CHEN YAU
What the…
Chen gets out and looks the car over. At the rear of the car, he stops.
CHEN YAU
I don’t freakin’ believe it.
CHEF TSO
What?
Chen leans forward and grabs something. He holds it up for the group to gawk at. They don’t freakin’ believe it either- it’s the potato.
END OF SCENE 2
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Breakstone
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Woah...
I have GOT to check out Feng Shui!
I have GOT to check out Feng Shui!
Chronosome
Explorer
Beautiful account of the events, Tom. 
Can't wait for the climax!
Can't wait for the climax!
Dr Midnight
Explorer
I've been saying for a long time that Hollywood should make action movies from FS games. I know it'd never happen, but ANY FS game I've ever played in would make a top-notch action movie. Considering how much money's dumped into action stinkers like SWORDFISH and any given Stallone flick, you'd think this would catch on. Oh well.
Thanks for the compliments- it's not easy trying to write up an action scene. It's all about the details of how and where. I'm trying, though!
Next: the finale
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KidCthulhu
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Horacio said:Are you sure your're writting here the tale of a RPG game? Because, to me, it seems like a good script for the next Jacky Chan production...
You all should write scripts for Hollywood, people
That's the whole beauty of Feng Shui. It isn't a RPG, it's live, interactive screenplay writing.
Complete with peripatetic tubers.
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