-[X]Carrie has a Gift: Carrie missed your birthday, and she has a gift for you. DC: 0 Rolled:
D100 + 30 => 40
-[X]I Love you: Carrie was happily smiling at you… and you realized something… she wanted to show you something. DC: 0 Rolled:
D100 + 30 => 72
Carrie was dressed in a bikini when you shut the door behind you. Her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow in the warm light of your room, and you couldn't help but stare for a moment longer than you intended. "Carrie," you began, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, "are you planning on seducing me tonight?"
The words came out with a mix of humor and sincerity, but your blush deepened as you added, "Because if you are… it's working."
Carrie's lips curved into a sly smile, her gaze locking onto yours. "As much as I'd love to," she said, stepping closer, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper, "and believe me, I do… there's something else I have for you tonight. Because the kids are sleeping, and I think this is better than any seduction you can have right now."
Curiosity sparked in your chest as she walked to the closet. Her movements were deliberate, almost teasing, as she pulled out a notebook and then, with a dramatic flourish, a bound script. She held it out like it was something sacred. Though at this moment, you assumed that it was a copy.
"Oh," you said, taking it from her hands. "You want me to make another movie?
Our movie?" There was a trace of excitement in your voice, tempered with confusion.
"Yes and no." Carrie wiggled her finger at you, beckoning. You obeyed, letting her guide you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Bruce, I need to be honest with you. This is coming from a place of…" She hesitated. "Not seeing you for months, all the pain of being apart… it came rushing back. I didn't know how to deal with it at first. I was angry." She sighed, her shoulders rising and falling. "Then Mom told me to channel it into something constructive so the kids wouldn't see me like I used to be. So, I did."
She handed you the script. "And this… this is what I came up with."
You glanced at the title page. One word stood out in bold, dramatic lettering:
Nightblade. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Interesting title…"
"Don't just comment on the title," she cut in, a rare firmness in her voice. "Read the first five pages. Now."
Carrie's sudden assertiveness caught you off guard, but you didn't argue. You opened the script and began reading. Within moments, you were hooked. It was an action film, but tt wasn't just an action film; it was an adrenaline-fueled masterpiece, something leagues above the mindless schlock clogging theaters that weren't coming from Lucasfilms. Carrie had crafted a relentless, heart-pounding narrative that hit with the force of a storm.
It wasn't just good, it was revolutionary. The kind of movie that could redefine its genre, much like
Batman had done for superhero films that you did it. And then it hit you.
"Carrie," you said, glancing up at her. "You want to star in this, don't you?"
Her grin widened. "Isn't it obvious?" she said, leaning closer. "I wrote every fight, every stunt, every emotional beat with myself in mind. And it's going to be amazing."
You chuckled, shaking your head in admiration. "Something tells me there's more to this than just one script."
Carrie didn't miss a beat. "There is." She handed you another bound stack of pages. "This one's for you."
You glanced at the cover.
Master of Harm. The title was almost comically over-the-top, but you could already tell it was intentional. "This sounds ridiculous," you said, flipping to the first page.
"It's supposed to be," Carrie interjected, watching your reaction closely. "Just read it."
The first five pages were explosive. Pure, unadulterated chaos. It was a showcase for you to let loose, to prove, as Carrie clearly intended, that the infamous fight where you'd taken down 100 men wasn't a fluke. It was action schlock done with a knowing wink, a movie designed to highlight your talents in the most over-the-top way possible.
When you looked up, she was smiling again, this time with a mix of pride and vulnerability.
"You think it's too much?" she asked.
"No," you replied, grinning. "I think it's perfect. Both of them. But Carrie…" You paused, meeting her eyes. "Are you ready for this? Writing is one thing, but pulling it off-"
She cut you off, her voice firm but warm. "Bruce, I was born ready. And with you by my side? We're going to make something unforgettable."
For a moment, the world outside the room faded, leaving only the two of you and the dreams now taking shape in your hands.
"I love you." You said.
"I know." She replied.
Reward: Carrie has Written Two Scripts for you and for her.
Movie Script:
Nightblade
GENRE: Action/Adventure
FORMAT: Movie
Set-Up:
The film follows Sara Ravenson, a woman whose idyllic life is shattered in an instant. Once a devoted mother and wife, Sara loses everything in a devastating car accident—or so it seems. When she regains consciousness in the hospital, the truth is far darker and more horrifying. Her husband and children weren't simply victims of a tragic accident; they were murdered.
As fragments of her memory return, Sara learns that her husband had stood up to a powerful drug cartel operating south of the border. Refusing to let their land and property be exploited as smuggling routes, he became a target—and so did their entire family. The cartels' ruthless retaliation left Sara the lone survivor.
But when Sara tries to seek justice, her pleas fall on deaf ears. The local police dismiss her claims as paranoia. Federal agents offer polite sympathy but no action, overwhelmed by the scale of cartel operations. Even her closest friends insist she's losing herself in grief, unable to accept the reality of the accident, and blaming things that don't make any sense.
Left isolated and betrayed, Sara makes a choice that will redefine her life. If no one else will fight for justice, she will. Fueled by anger and love for her lost family, she transforms her homestead into a fortress. Armed with resourcefulness, cunning, and fierce determination, along with her grief and her husband's resources, she begins her own war against the cartel.
From fortified traps hidden in plain sight to guerrilla tactics, and the use of disguises and crossing the border, Sara takes the fight to the men who destroyed her world. What they underestimated wasn't just her rage, it was her resolve.
Director: Bruce O'Brian
Composer: Carrie O'Brian
Sara Ravenson: Carrie O'Brian
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Movie Script:
Master of Harm
GENRE: Action/Comedy
FORMAT: Movie
Set-Up:
Master of Harm is a fast-paced, over-the-top action-comedy following the chaotic day of Liam Wilson, a middle-aged martial arts prodigy with a singular goal: to make it to the National Karate Championship and represent his dojo and to help his young students win the juniors. But what starts as a simple trip to the tournament spirals into an absurd, action-packed odyssey that pits Liam against an endless stream of challengers, each more ridiculous than the last.
It all begins innocently enough when Liam oversleeps after a late-night training session. Rushing out of the house, he's stopped by his overly friendly neighbors, who insist on a "friendly sparring session" before letting him leave. Things escalate when the neighborhood mailman, sporting surprisingly formidable moves, challenges him to a fight, apparently offended by Liam's overdue tax forms.
As Liam finally hits the road, he's pulled over by a zealous traffic cop for having a broken taillight. The officer, however, refuses to write a simple ticket and instead demands a showdown in the middle of the highway. From there, the bizarre encounters only grow: a group of synchronized dancers in a park mistake him for an intruder and unleash their choreographed fury; a chef wielding kitchen utensils challenges him at a food truck over a misunderstood order; and a rogue biker gang misidentifies him as a rival gang leader, forcing him to take them all on in an epic parking lot brawl.
No matter where he goes, people seem compelled to fight him, whether out of respect, revenge, or just sheer competitiveness. Liam, on the other hand, just wants to get to the tournament before the opening bell. But as the day goes on, he begins to wonder: Is this just an unlucky day, or is someone orchestrating these bizarre encounters to keep him from reaching his goal?
Director: Bruce O'Brian
Composer: Carrie O'Brian
