| [RP-Signup] The 1st North-South Pacific Film Festival |
*Goes and polishes bunker*
OOC: Since we are expecting more people coming, I've extended the deadline by one more week to 6 July 2015. Join us now!
Factbook of Brutland and Norden
Projects: TSP Map ● RP Guides Thread ● Federation of Scientific Organizations
Country of origin: Karnetvor
Title: Mr. Weirdham or: How I Learned to Stop Being Concerned and Love War Director: Andrew Zdravkov Major Cast:
Running Time: 100 minutes Rating: R Synopsis: After peace talks between the major regional powers break down, a paranoid, ultra-nationalist Ryccian General orders an invasion of Sporaltryus without government approval. The Southern Socialist Union (with the exception of Darkstrait, who sides with Ryccia) declare war against Ryccia and its ally, Qvait. Qvaitican President Mitchell, fearing a full-scale invasion, decides to annihilate the Sporaltryan military with a nuclear first strike. The Ryccian Prime Minister, horrified, informs Mitchell that the invasion of Sporaltryus wasn't authorized. He tries to abort the missile launch, but the Ryccian King, who supports the war, changes the missile's self-destruct code with help from the General. Ryccia and Qvait contact the leaders of Sporaltryus, Darkstrait and Bruuma, to reveal the missile's location so that it can be destroyed before it hits. However, President Daniels of Sporaltryus informs the other leaders that Sporaltryus has developed a doomsday device, that would automatically launch thousands of nuclear missiles if the country was attacked first. After the King and the General are captured by the Ryccian military, they reveal the self-destruct code, but it's revealed to be a fake one once the Qvaiticans try to use it. A Sporaltryan fighter plane, out of desperation, shoots the missile down, but that only causes it to fall and detonate, triggering the doomsday device and destroying the world. [OOC: Yes, it is based on Doctor Strangelove  ]
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Representative of the Federal Republic of Karnetvor Resident Venezuelan/Lampshade Bar & Grill Manager- The South Pacific Soldier, South Pacific Special Forces "You're talkin' to the Rolex wearin', diamond ring wearin', kiss stealin', wheelin' n' dealin', limousine ridin', jet flyin', son of a gun, and I'm having a hard time keeping these alligators down!" "The Nature Boy" Ric Flair
“La Mostra is one of the most dramatic and shocking plays in my entire career. Director Giordano Mazzi has successfully achieved a picture that combines the right amount of drama with the empathy that keeps us invested in what happens to the protagonist.”
Gina Fallaci, Il Tolsano
“I never imagined myself looking forward to this kind of movie, but this masterpiece from the imagination of Giordano Mazzi has certainly achieved that. La Mostra is this year’s must-see!”
Mason Gallagher, Crownsville Reporter
“La Mostra has broken the many schemes that shaped the artistic world, truly deserving its place among legendary productions.”
Dominic Weston, North Gazette
“Seductive and tragic, La Mostra shows the deepest instincts of man and the risks of venturing too far into the arts.”
Mareta Lombardo, Il Protettore del Popolo
Winner of 9 awards at the Tolsano International Festival, including Best Picture Country of Origin: Kringalia
Title: La Mostra (The Exhibition) Director: Giordano Mazzi Major Cast:
Running Time: 108 minutes Rating: R Synopsis: We open viewing a plate with rotten food, which then moves to a hand painting on a canvas, which then reveals the face of our protagonist. Carlo is painting on a half-finished canvas, the latest in a long line of masterpieces that have led him to being one of the best known artists in Tolsen. He fills art galleries every time he unveils a new exhibition and the few paintings he does not sell are added to the private collection of Count Trevisan, his benefactor and friend. What few know is that Carlo is mentally unstable. He secludes himself at his house as soon as he starts getting ideas for paintings, and he will not let anyone in or go out himself until he feels he has accomplished a masterpiece. Sometimes it takes a week. Sometimes it takes a month. Sometimes it takes more than a year. Count Trevisan does know and is increasingly worried about his friend, even if he pretends to be as oblivious as everyone else. A week has passed since he last secluded himself, and this time he has been so immersed in his painting that he refused to eat whatever food his landlady had brought him. He finishes the painting of a dark landscape with an angel at the centre, the details so realistic that his landlady left the room without uttering a single word once she saw it, and he knows that his masterpiece is there. Comes the night of the exhibition, where he will unveil his latest artwork. Count Trevisan is in attendance, smiling at everyone and introducing them to Carlo, who seems uninterested in talking to people and keeps stumbling with others. He had made a mistake, he had not touched any food for a whole week, and that had taken a toll on him. Just as he was unveiling his painting in front of everyone, he felt sudden flash, and everything went black. Carlo woke up in his room, the Count looking at him with a worried face. He told him that things could not be like that anymore and that a nurse had been assigned to him, until he proved he could take care of himself. Carlo resisted and tried to get up, proving that he was fine, but he was so weak that it took all of his strength just to pull of the bed sheets, let alone move his own body. Count Trevisan then introduces Stella, the nurse that has been hired to take care of him. Carlo stops arguing at once and stares awkwardly at her, causing her to look nervously at the Count. There was nothing awkward for Carlo, though, who in Stella had seem an infinitely more perfect version of the angel that he had painted in his previous masterpiece. In her he saw the culmination of his work, a way to fuse art and life in ways never done before. He thus secludes himself and begins working on his new painting, again ignoring the food his landlady brings. He has just refused lunch when Stella arrives, disapproving his seclusion practices and forcing him to eat, which he dutifully does just so he can keep looking at her. Once he finishes eating, he continues painting, suddenly inspired and feeling more skilful than usual They keep this routine day after day, month after month, him refusing to eat until she arrives, then painting art such as the world had never seen. Still, he kept feeling that something was missing, that his masterpiece was missing. Then it hit him. He took a blank canvas and started painting, one full day, until he finished. He then took another blank canvas and started painting, another full day, until he finished. He continued doing this for an entire month, until he was satisfied with what he had done. He had not let Stella see his paintings, though, unlike the ones he had finished when she first arrived. He sent a message to Count Trevisan, asking him to arrange an exhibition for that night. A curious man, the Count tried to find out what the masterpiece looked like, but Carlo would not say. Quite unusual, but then Carlo was the unusual fellow. Count Trevisan agreed to organise the exhibition, inviting the most exclusive families to the gala. He saw Carlo in a much better shape than last time, but somehow more nervous. Once the paintings were uncovered, however, the Count could see why. Carlo approached Stella, who had been invited, and then gave the order to uncover the paintings. They were all her. Some were standing. Some were lying down. Some were dressed in the most fashionable clothes of the time. But the central piece was her dressed as the angel in his previous masterpiece. He confessed his love for her then and there, saying that he had known it the first time he saw here and that he was the only one who could free him from his obsession with art. Stella froze, clueless as to how she should respond. He was quite handsome, but he was also unstable, a danger to himself and to others. She apologised, said that he meant so much to her, but that it could not be, not like that. He had to set himself straight, before she could even consider it. She then left the hall, sad but relieved at the same time. This left Carlo lost for words, breathless. He left the exhibition in a rush, despite the best attempts of the Count to keep him there. He ran with no direction, escaping from some formless figure that he thought he saw in an alley, or maybe it was just the shadow of his disappointment and desperation. Either way, once he stopped running he fell to his knees, and they the next thing he remembered was once again waking up in his room, Stella next to his bed, with a forced smile. He stood up and led her to the door. He told her he no longer needed her services, and that he had work to do, work that required a new environment, and no distractions. He ignored all her protests, all her warnings, all her confusion. Once the Count came, he dismissed him too, claiming that his next work would be his last, and it would be perfect. Was there anything at all he could do, the Count asked. Well yes, said Carlo to himself, there actually was. Comes the sixth month of his latest seclusion. Carlo is now living in a country house that Count Trevisan bought for him, as his last favour before leaving. Since then he has been trying all sorts of different styles, all sorts of different scenes, all sorts of different paintings. Still, nothing comes close to what he wants, what he needs. He keeps thinking of Stella, of her rejection, of her claims that he is unstable and should get himself together, and he starts ripping apart his canvases, destroying his artwork. All useless. - MAJOR SPOILERS - He is at his lowest point, not having eaten in weeks, not having drank in days, when he realises what he needs to do, the kind of sacrifice that must be done in the name of art, in the name of love. He takes his last surviving canvas, and begins the paint. Once finished, he sends a message to the Count and asks him to arrange an exhibition, his last, so he can unveil the masterpiece that will show the depths of his commitment as an artist, the depths of the pain he has put himself through. That night, however, there is no exclusivity, not invitations. Carlo has specifically requested that everyone be allowed in, and that Stella be given a front seat at the unveiling of his lone painting. Everyone is waiting, wondering that that lone, covered canvas is, when Carlo makes his entrance. His clothes dirty, severely dehydrated, at first sight nothing more than a walking ghost, the painter does prove to be quite lucid, when he explains the process that led him to that night. “I thought long and hard on the theme of this exhibition. Certainly, it has not been easy; the path that an artist chooses to follow never is. Still, that very same difficulty, and my love for Stella, finally led me to some clarity of mind, one that I had not experienced before.
For long I thought that a masterpiece was impossible, that I was doomed to seclude myself time and time again for nothing. I was wrong. A true masterpiece is possible, but only if I push the boundaries of morals and reality, if I imitate reality in a way no man has ever done before. Stella, this is how I do it.” Carlo then pulled out a knife and, before anyone could even react to what was about to happen, slit his throat. Chaos ensued, people ran away in panic, while the Count uselessly called for help. Stella did neither; she approached the dying Carlo and caressed his cheek. She saw his finger point to the covered canvas, the one object to which nobody was paying attention anymore. Just as Carlo exhaled his last breath, Stella uncovered a painting that depicted that very scene. Him on the floor, panic all around, and her uncovering the canvas. There was an inscription near the bottom right corner, signed by Carlo himself: “Did I achieve true art, at least?”. It was now her time to panic. Former Delegate of the South Pacific
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Kris, don't make us read through all of that.
OOC: Since we haven't reached the ten entries needed to start the festival , the deadline is extended until 10 July 2015. So submit your entries now!*
*Also, RL is like, killing me right now, so... there.  I'll be probably freer next week. 
Factbook of Brutland and Norden
Projects: TSP Map ● RP Guides Thread ● Federation of Scientific Organizations
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"毎日の小さな努力の積み重ねが歴史を作っていくんだよ。"
Put a little effort everyday and it will stack up and create a foundation for you. - Doraemon
Treasure Island Awards Best Roleplay 2020 Treasure Island Awards Best Roleplayer 2020 Cocos Winner for Best Character Writer 2017 Cocos Winner for Best International Event 2017 Cocos Winner for Best Overall RP 2017 Things to know: Medical Intern and Biomedical Scientist from Indonesia, Muslim, 188 metres tall, loves trains
OOC: Tried my best, don't make fun of it or whatever.
Country of origin: Ryccia Title: The Conquest Director: Riley Fakosvit Major Cast:
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
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