1. Welcome to the Muppet Central Forum!
    You are viewing our forum as a guest. Join our free community to post topics and start private conversations. Please contact us if you need help with registration or your account login.

  2. Sesame Street Season 45
    Sesame Street's 45th season officially begins Monday September 15. After you see the new episodes, post here and let us know your thoughts.

  3. "Muppets Most Wanted" Fan Reactions
    After you see "Muppets Most Wanted", read fan reactions and let us know your thoughts on the Muppets eighth theatrical film.

Visions 2: So We've Been Told

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Beauregard, Aug 7, 2006.

  1. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    It will be a short while before I am ready to start posting chapters here, but there's been talk about the story recently so I felt that I should post a trailer.

    Ok, actually, I just wanted to hype a little bit, so I wanted to post a trailer.

    --

    The Teaser Trailer opens with blackness.

    Then Gonzo's voice over the darkness. "Piggy? Piggy are you alright?"

    Narrator: It's been three months since Kermit entered the Kermitless world and changed the lives of Gonzo and Fozzie Bear.

    Flashcut through darkened locations from VMC and Visions 1 including Club Dot, the Construction Site in the rain, Clifford's empty office, and the building where Miss Piggy lives. Close up on a sign above the building's entrance. "Murrey."

    Narrator: When Kermit left that world, he left one thing behind...a memory.

    Miss Piggy lies on her couch, hugging a crushed choclate box. Miss Piggy stuffs her hands into gloves. Miss Piggy runs through the doors of a perfume shop.

    A black man approaches her. Quick cut and she's sat in his office. "You, are, fired."

    Flash flash! Cut, cut, cut through flashing scenes. A whirl of quick clips and colour. Miss Piggy drops a telephone receiver and it hangs on a wire. Gonzo turns towards something. A MAN slams Miss Piggy against a doorway, his hands in her hair. Camilla is locked in spanning room, walled with chickens in cages. A ciggerette butt bursts a carpet into flames. Gonzo starts running. The MAN starts tugging and pulling at Miss Piggy's gloves. A framed photo of Miss Piggy in the TMM beauty-pagent is engulfed in flames. Uncle Deadly touches Camilla's face. Clifford lifts his dark glasses back in his dreadlocks. Skeeter takes a pure white chicken feather from Uncle Deadly scaled hands without breaking his eye-contact. Miss Piggy throws a handbag at a white yapping dog - its FooFoo. Fozzie stands up on a set of metal stairs. Gonzo leaps in the darkness. Miss Piggy is thrown at the floor and thuds against the carpet.

    Black screen.

    Silence.

    Then Miss Piggy and Gonzo's speaking lilts over the blackness.

    "I had a dream," Miss Piggy says. "Once."

    "Dreams are only illusions," Gonzo replies.

    Flash! Chocolate box. Flash! Piggy. Flash! Gonzo. Camilla. Flash. Uncle Deadly. Skeeter. Clifford. Flash!

    Miss Piggy is sat opposite Gonzo in her apartment. "So we've been told," she says.

    Black.

    Narrator: Visons two, So We've Been Told...the continueing story of a Kermitless universe. Coming soon to a forum near you.
  2. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Whoa....this sounds deep and dark and amazing and wonderful and I can't wait to read it!!!
  3. christyb

    christyb New Member

    Beauregard! How dare you not tell me you picked this back up! Just for that *presses a button and water balloons fall on Beau* :) Anyways, I must go to class like a good girl. I'll read this later. For now though you can answer me this. What about Ethan and Jill? You finished with them two or are you overloading again?
  4. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    HOLY PIGEON SNOT BEAU!! This is...It's just...WHOA!! You best start posting soon! You little...er...! POST! *readies penguin cannon*
  5. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Overloading... Too much to compute...

    And how dare you tease us like that? Prepare yourself for the nagging of your afterlife! You are now all officially doomed!
  6. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <Rubs head> Beauregard, Beauregard, Beau-re-gard... JUST POST THE STORY ALL READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...Please. No, actually, drop the please. Just POST!
  7. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    *faints*

    *comes around*

    Nope. Not gonna do it. *faints again*

    *Comes around, again*

    Oh my goodness! Scary stuff here! Poor poor Kermitless Piggy, what have you gotten yourself in to? I'm so excited to see Camilla and Gonzo meet, and all of them to meet really. Oh, and Foo-Foo too!

    Honestly, I get myself into trouble for posting one little line and you're getting away with doing this? There ain't no justice. :)

    POST PLEASE!
  8. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    I dare because I care!!! I'm off to work, but I'll be working on the prologue when I get back. Stay tuned for it.

    Actually, I'm going to do that myself in a few...because I am overloading with story ideas...oooh!

    Beau
  9. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    You're only allowed to faint if you can write while unconscious.

    *surreptiously nudges a pillow over for Beau to land on*
  10. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Ok, having tested the waters with a little teaser trailer...I present you with a prologue...

    --

    Visions 2: So We've Been Told

    Prologue

    The chicken was alone. She was alone, surrounded by chickens.

    From her position inside a square cage, she could see walls of cages that spanned away to the edge of the gargantuan room. The cages were divided into squares, no higher or wider than each chicken herself. Inside each cage a chicken sat, locked in the dark with just one window.

    And in a room full of chickens, Camilla was alone.

    She locked her beak around a twisted wire in the door of her cage and began shaking her head right and left over and over again.

    Camilla was not alone in person, or chicken, as the case was here, nor was she alone in spirit, as the chickens nearest her had come to care for the mildly eccentric feathered girl. However, she was alone in her steadfast determination to break this joint and return to life.

    The chickens near her squawked encouragement or jeers at the chicken attempting to escape her position in life, her position in general, and indeed to escape her very life; but they all held a mutual hope that one day, Camilla would truly break free because that gave them something they needed for themselves. Hope.

    "So who is he?" the old chicken in the next but one cage asked through a series of clucks and burgs that the chickens around her understood perfectly. Words meant only for the ears of chickens, assuming that chickens have ears and use them in the same way that humans do, that is, to gossip.

    "I beg your pardon?" Camilla fluffed, roughly translated from "Barg!" The metal tasted harsh. She bit at it again.

    "This rooster you're breaking this joint to meet. And we all know it's a rooster that gives you the desire to break free, babe, so don't deny! Who is he girl? Do we know him?"

    Camilla's answer was a lower, long, drawn out burk, and a click of her tongue. They didn't know him.

    She wondered if he would even know her when they met again after all the years. Too much time in the dark had made her feathers pale white. Well, no, actually, they had always been white, but she tended to forget what she was like before she came to the place known as "The Penitentiary". Camilla had wondered often why such a name came to a place where no pens were seen, but she supposed that was another of those questions that would never be answered.

    She tipped her head and the wire moved. Less than an inch, heck, less than a centimeter, but it moved. She kept pulling and it kept working itself free. This time she would do it. This time she would get out before the guard -

    She looked up as something blocked the streak of sunlight from the single window of the building. The guard stood right in front of her, hands on his hips, sandy hair looking out of place on the mean face. "Well, well, well, seems Chicken Little's gotten herself into another predicament."

    Oh how she wanted to be able to rely on herself to speak English well enough to respond to that. She carefully extracted the wire from her beak and backed away from the door of the cage.

    "You girls are here for one reason only!" the man shouted. Camilla stared into his mouth and counted the teeth with fillings. There was a new one. She laughed to herself because she didn't have teeth and he did and he had fillings and she didn't. How childish. She loved it. Her giggles were gaggles of bucking. The guard slammed his fists against the cage and metal wires rattled. The wire she'd been chewing on pulled further from the edge of the cage. If chickens had eyebrows, she'd have raised them.

    "That reason," the man went on, "is to lay eggs. My eggs! For me! And my dad! And my dog Snockems who just loooves eggs. He loves quiche. Quiche with eggs. And," he paused as if gathering himself, "we need lovely eggs for our little farm shop of organic free-range eggs." He laughed and a piece of flem caught on his uvula. He coughed and it darted forward and stuck to his front teeth. "Your purpose is not to spend all day searching for an egress from this place!" He smugged at his little pun. The flem flopped onto his bottom lip.

    Camilla darted forward, stabbed at the wire and darted back. Her tail feathers pressed against the caging. The man's eyes narrowed. "You are mocking-" He paused, realizing that he had spittle on his chin and wiped it off. "You are mock-" he realized that he was talking to a chicken. "You are mocking me!" he shouted.

    Camilla nodded happily and meshed her face against the cage. "Bark, buck, buck, barch, buck!" She turned around and fluttered her tail at him. The man's hand slammed the chicken-wire cage door and his fingers poked through, grabbing tail feathers. When Camilla turned, the feathers pulled from her skin. She squawked and suddenly every other chicken in the place picked up the scream.

    Camilla spun towards him and chomped her beak around his finger. It was his turn to squawk. He tried to yank his hand back, but only succeeded it banging Camilla's chicken face against the thin cage door. One wire popped from its holding tack.

    She released his finger and he pulled away. "Beast!" he shouted. "Ouch!"

    She sat back and, around her, chickens began to stamp their collective feet in applause. The man swung his hand at her, but stopped short of hitting the actual cage for fear of a re-match.

    "You know what else Snockems likes?" he snarled as he marched away. "Chicken quiche."

    Camilla tipped her head and blinked her beautiful eyelashes. She knew that by the time he came back, she'd be gone.

    And as it turned out, she was right.
  11. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    As you cannot see my hand motions, nor can I transcribe the strange noises I'm making, I will have to hope to convey my emotions in the following manner:

    !!#!@%^^*(~)`!!#&*`*{```*'''}/! !..``~"`'`"*^^. .>?! ~~<,*^.

    ...Yeah that about covers it.

    I think it roughly translates to something about how this is awesome and you'd better post more soon if you know what's good for you.
  12. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yes, this certainly is fantasticabulous... Agree with Lisa.
    And don't worry... If he doesn't post more, then I'll torture him with not posting my two siglines.

    The line about why Camilla's in a penitentiary though that place doesn't have any pens is mildly amusing.
    The eyebrow raising... A classic mock-Boism.
    And Camilla's beguiling eyelashes... Bootiful.

    A truly vonderful start to this second part of Visions. Now post more...
    Soon please.
  13. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    ...whimper. I just wrote an extensive, enthusiastic review, and the computer ate it... sigh. How did it go again?

    I am replying for your personal amusement, seeing as how you kindly wrote for mine.

    Says my mom: Why are you clapping at the computer?
    Says me: Because chickens are awesome and Camilla rocks!
    Says my mom: Okay then.

    But I digress. (Egress? Regress?)

    I love that Camilla is alone amongst her fellow inmates, alone in her determination to escape, and yet giving the other chickens hope. There seems precious little of that in this universe. I love your reach-out-and-touch-it description, it's lovely. Very, very, very vivid and griping. I love the dark atmosphere of the place; it gives me goosebumps and makes me want to cuddle my Kermit. I love that in this dark place, the Muppety determination in the face of Murphy's Law still lives, which is what I love best about the Muppets.

    I love the gossip, that Camilla is trying to get out to her long ago love. I love the way the chickens talk and laugh, and make chickeny sounds. I love that the metal tasted harsh... 'cause so does this world.

    I love that Camilla gives the big meanie what for, that she laughs childishly at his fillings, that she uses his strength and anger against him. I love Camilla having a personality of her own, a strong and vibrant one.

    I love that Camilla escapes.

    I love the egress joke.

    I love the chicken applause.

    I love that you started this story.

    I hope that you love this review. ;)
  14. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    *replies in a reverse orver*

    I loved your post, Ley, it made my day! Er...time difference...it made my evening! Wait...er...oh, I went past midnight at about the time I typed Egress...it made my day and I ain't slept yet!

    Count, of course I'll post more as soon as possible, because it's begging, pleading, scratching at the inside of my head to get out. I am left with very little choice in the matter...

    Lisa, yup, the handsigns I can imagine...somewhere between "Mumma said, no exceptions" and, "Oh, I fell of my excercise ball."

    Bea:zany:{*moves on to chapter one, which starts with a very different character...similar only in gender and a certain strong personality}regard
  15. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Good... Now, if you call me in the morning...
    I'll tell you what to do.

    Sorry, wrong reference.
    Wanted to ask... The meanie in the chicken holding coops... Was that meant to be Mr. Skeffington from TMTM? The guy who left Snookums with Rowlf at the kennel offices?
    Good cameo, and it shows that this Dark Universe has a bredth spanning the various Muppet endeavors.
    Keep writing and posting, cause we want to keep nagging... And reading.
  16. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    He was defiantly a reference to that man, if not specifically that man. I have a feeling that he was in fact the man's son. But it was only a small cameo appearence, the main badie in this story, well...he comes from, oh...well, maybe I shouldn't give that way yet, though people should be able to guess with a little ingenuity.

    Bea:zany:{And if I can't spell Snookums right...at least I got the quiche correct}regard
  17. Java

    Java Active Member

    Oh, oh, I'm so intrigued, I have to go back and read Visions. Kermitless world? Oh, I'm wondering what I've missed. Going to read after I update my story tomorrow.

    Oh, keep it coming.
  18. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Explaination on Kermitless world: Visions, and Been Told are both set in the world where Kermit was never bor from Very Merry Muppet Christmas.
  19. Java

    Java Active Member

    Okay, thanks for that explanation. I will go catch up when I can.
  20. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    What can I say that hasn't already been said??? Wow! I wasn't expecting this to open with Camilla, but wow, that was really interesting and cool (well, not her being locked up, but you know what I mean) and I'm hooked! I'm on the edge of my seat, I'm....I don't know what else, I just want more!


Share This Page