THE GENRE GENERATOR

Episode 1: Boom Operator

Created by: A051998A

Characters:

DESCRIPTIONS:

Director Di/ Cliché/ Censored ([All one person] Controller of emotions and guider, has power over movie Clichés and censorey bars as well as light censores)

Censored Men/ The Censored Group/ Censorey Group/ Dark Mages (Different from Cliché’s form called, “Censored,”)

Policeman/ Police Dad/ Copyright Police (Part of the Spiritual Police)

Senses (Keeper of the creative limbs, creative hearts and soul limbs, controller of senses, guide of senses, alterer of senses- like an angel, but is sphere like and has rings of senses)

Actor (The one originally given the name of, “Genres,” but threw it away. Another person becomes, “Genres,” after him.)

Genres (The one that isn’t Actor from other episodes. The body of the environment and form.)

Variety/ Actress (The soul of the environment and form with the other genres. Is a female with an animated yin mask.)

Apothecary/ Potion Maker/The End Credits

The Opening (A women who constantly changes in flickers. She has no default.)

EPISODE START; SCENERY: At a towering home.

CLICHÉ (A brown haired and brown eyed greaser like man that has glass arms with memory reels of gas in them): *Cliché enters the home* Hi there, tutes!

SENSES (A golden glass ringed sphere with a sense on each ring with purple and red liquid like skin on it's partially humanoid body): What happened to your eye, Cliché?

CLICHÉ: I put a black drop of a potion into my left eye.

SENSES: Seems awful, but you now have a censored form.

CLICHÉ: Cool! What does it do?

SENSES: Go up to Actor and Actress and see what it does.

CLICHÉ: *Cliché changes form into Director Di* Yow moma, I’ll use my left megaphone! It’s flame got dark!

SENSES: Break a leg instead.

DIRECTOR DI: *Director Di literally breaks off a leg megaphone like a bubble separating to create another bubble* Yeah, okay just did.

SCENERY: Outside the house, Director Di continuing going out of the front door of the house.

DIRECTOR DI: *Director Di walks out of the house with his leg megaphone underneath his armpit (Director Di popped his leg off like separating a bubble from another bubble)* I love ya, darling!

SCENERY: On the sidewalk, by a busy road.

DIRECTOR DI: *Director Di arrives beside a busy road* Daym, moma didn’t know I had to parkour- wait *Director Di looks at the road with many cars zipping by* Do I have to do the Cliché where I get hit by the car, no sir-ee. That’s what I’m in charge of. Hey, uh- ma’am? *Director Di looks at a grandma about to cross the road*

GRANDMA: What do you need, sweetie?

DIRECTOR DI: Can you get hit by a car so I can cross a part of this road?

GRANDMA: *Wacks him with the walker and walks through traffic*

DIRECTOR DI: Shoot man, I just needed some help!

ACTRESS: Dad!

SCENERY: The scenery changes to the other side of the road.

DIRECTOR DI (Who is also Director Di): *Uses the leg megaphone* Daughter! What are you doing across the road? *Tosses her his leg megaphone to her*

ACTRESS (Using the megaphone): Mom texted us!

DIRECTOR DI: Us? Oh, Actor is there! You two, get over here.

ACTRESS: The roads too busy, Dad. You get over here.

DIRECTOR DI: Man, I’m all arms and one flipping foot, looks like lifes’ gon’na take me for a ride!

SCENERY: The camera transitions to the road.

DIRECTOR DI: *Uses his arms to jump over cars with pizzaz and energy, ending up on the otherside with an end theme song in piano or organ*

SCENERY: The camera is now on the other side of the road.

ACTOR: That was awesome! Yet, why are your two megaphones partially black in places?

DIRECTOR DI: I don’t know, came to ask you two about it.

ACTOR: Why is your left eye all weird?

DIRECTOR DI: Well, uh went to an alchemist, said that a new liquid would give me new powers, but in return… It would damage my eye for a bit.

ACTOR: What kind of power?

DIRECTOR DI: Gives me a censored form, but I don’t know how to access it and I don’t know what it does, do you two know?

ACTRESS: Put yourself back together, all your megaphones.

DIRECTOR DI: Okay *Puts himself back together*.

ACTRESS: Imagine a censored version of yourself and just say, “Bleep,” three times.

DIRECTOR DI: That sounds lame, man.

ACTRESS: Just do it.

ACTOR: Do it.

DIRECTOR DI: What am I? Some kind of wishy washy wishing star?

ACTOR: Yeah, so surpass it. You also have to twirl.

DIRECTOR DI: Uh, sure *Twirls and bleeps*.

ACTRESS (Whispering): Did you have to trick him?

ACTOR: It’s his own dance.

DIRECTOR DI: Am I missing anything?

ACTOR: Just keep twirling and beeping, dude.

DIRECTOR DI: Thought I was the director here.

ACTOR: Restart, you just need to straight up bleep.

DIRECTOR DI INTO CENSORED: Bleep!? Bleep! *Bleep* *Bleep* *Bleep* *His form changes into a shadowy censored figure with the light only appearing as a neon nose shape, a neon electronic shape for the mouth and no eyes with the word, “Censored,” coming down his chest area, ending with the letter, “D,” on his private area. There are also spikes of light*

ACTOR (Saying this at his joke on Cliché): Nice, man. Niiice.

ACTRESS: *Puts her hand on her noggin in shame, nodding her head no* Cliché…

CLICHÉ NOW CENSORED: What!?

ACTRESS: Dare you to imagine a censor bar on Actor’s mouth. Just toss one.

CENSORED: *Tosses one at Actor’s mouth*

ACTOR: *Bleep!*

ACTRESS: Lol.

CENSORED: This is the power?

ACTRESS: Yup.

ACTOR: *Bleep!*

CENSORED: ‘Aight, taking back my directorship, let’s go home to Senses. I’ve got something to share.

ACTRESS: Me and Actor actually have plans to travel to the heart of the environment.

CENSORED: I have sweat from the heart of the environment. It’s not blood, it’s sweat.

ACTRESS: That’s weird Dad, sad it’s not something nicer, dare you to feed it to Actor.

CENSORED: Okay, no. I’m sorry it’s not blood like all you evil actors and actresses want.

ACTRESS: Dad, why are you calling me evil?

CENSORED: You would want me to say, “Liquid,” instead and have the audience think, “Blood,” well, none of any actor or actress is getting them. You get my blood, sweat, tears instead because I am the director.

ACTRESS: Directors are weird on actresses, Dad.

CENSORED: Okay, then. I’ll quit my director form and stay as just Cliché or Censored.

GRANDMA: *Walks with the walker towards Actor and Actress*

CENSORED: *Moves his hand toward the letter, “D,” oblivious about the hidden meaning* This is new.

GRANDMA: *Thinks he’s a perv and hits him with the walker, again* Weirdo. *Walks away*

ACTOR: Really energetic grandma.

ACTRESS: How are you talking through that?

ACTOR: Well, I called the Boom Operator, he couldn’t understand a thing I said so he linked me to my past voice.

CENSORED: That’s how you solved it. *Rips the censor bar off of him*

ACTOR: Thanks.

CENSORED: Now can you two accept my sweat, blood, and tears over my potions I got?

ACTOR: Better than saying the other thing.

ACTRESS: Agreed, potions is a better word.

CENSORED: Will use the term potions instead, then. How was the Boom Operator, though?

ACTOR: I’ll recall him and ask. *Calls the Boom Operator on the phone*

CENSORED: No, no, no! Don’t call him he’s too smooth of an operator and he will explode things.

ACTOR: But you owe me.

CENSORED: I don’t owe you *Bleep*, bruh. Listen, I know you like him because you’re a cool guy that can walk through explosions, but that guy is literal danger, okay?

BOOM OPERATOR: *His theme song plays like, “S*ooth O*perator”*

CENSORED: Is that his theme song!? *Bleep* Okay, just hang up the phone! I’ll owe you the potions, hang up the phone.

ACTOR: *Hangs up the phone, but the music still plays*

CENSORED: He’s here! It’s bad if he knows my dark side and he always does! He’ll want me to explode old granny for hitting me with her walker too often days before!

ACTOR: How would he know that?

CENSORED: When I call. He’ll definitely want my Cliché of explosions!

ACTRESS: Let’s run, we can’t have my Dad do explosions.

ACTOR: Sure! *Piano music plays as getaway music*

SCENERY: The camera goes over to the long road, and it’s cars and the camera is aimed at the main character and his peeps- except the Boom Operator.

ACTOR, ACTRESS AND CENSORED: *All go car surfing home and they also jump on cars*

ACTOR: Whoo-hoo!

ACTRESS: Yes!

CENSORED: *Turns into Cliché*

SCENERY: The camera zooms out and goes near Cliché’s outside of the house. Actress, Actor and Cliché jump off the cars and enter Cliché’s yard and they all enter his home which isn’t an apartment. There’s a couch and a chair beside it on the other side of the living room.

ACTOR, ACTRESS, AND CLICHÉ: *Arrive home* We’re home!

SENSES: You found out?

CLICHÉ: Yeah, I found out, Tutes.

SENSES: *Senses pulls out the potions* I found these.

ACTOR AND ACTRESS: *Both Actor and Actress sit on a couch*

SENSES: I’m glad you took from the sweat of the heart and not the blood. You’re a better director than most.

ACTRESS: He keeps us better.

SENSES: You won’t be an Actor or Actress with these potions anymore. One is a gift to become Genres and the other is Variety. *Gives the potion of genres to Actor* Genres is male. Variety is *Gives the potion of variety to Actress* female. Drink up.

ACTOR AND ACTRESS: *Drinks them up*

ACTOR: Hey, I feel not as dark and empty as before. Myself is free from these threads!

ACTRESS: Same!

SENSES: You two had to be something a new. The control centers aren’t safe.

ACTOR: Yeah, they can keep faces depending on what contract you sign.

ACTRESS: Good thing I was made out of you Senses, Mom and Cliché, Dad!

CLICHÉ: I’m glad  you two like the drinks. *He leans against and sits on the couch’s left arm rest* I quit my director job.

SENSES: *She sits on a comfy chair* Why’s that?

CLICHÉ: My new reason is that it’s just weird on these people if they don’t have the control over their bodies and I love control for everyone. Their own control. It’s sad to see it go whenever you’re too far of an Actor or Actress. Um, Actress?

ACTOR: Say what you’re thinking, my vanilla bon-bon.

ACTRESS: Directors have a weird thing with harassing the Actors and Actresses so I stopped trusting them, but not Dad. Not you, Dad. You’ve always been good to me.

CLICHÉ: Thanks, your new names’ Variety by the way and his name’s Genres.

ACTOR/ GENRES: I feel more whole.

CLICHÉ: That is gucci.

BOOM OPERATOR: *His boom operator theme plays*

CLICHÉ: *Gets up from sitting and leaning on the arm rest* Shoot, he’s here!

GENRES: This isn’t safe.

VARIETY: I don’t like him, he explodes things too often and gets others to try.

SENSES: Cliché, why did you give him that power?

CLICHÉ: It was my bad.

ACTOR: For some reason, this boom operator can hear all, too.- close by to him and understand those in one go. My contract was weird with him.

CLICHÉ: All his contracts are weird. With other directors, he was taught to get sound in any way shape or form so sometimes he does weird things. It improves his skill, though, but to me in his life, it isn’t worth it.

VARIETY: That’s scary.

CLICHÉ: I might go use Director Di one last time. Think of defensive clothes on yourselves from different genres and push your hands downwards. Your forms and clothes will change, but you’ll have a default humonoid or humanid shape from your previous forms.

VARIETY: Yeppers.

ACTOR: Sure thing, dude.

CLICHÉ: *Turns into Director Di* Hide yourselves, no noise.

VARIETY AND GENRES: *Hide themselves in the kitchen that is beside the living room through another entrance and exit. They also push their hands downwards and change their forms*

SENSES: Do you need me as a perspective?

DIRECTOR DI: If he’s evil and wants too many explosions, change the environment due to my imagination.

SENSES: What if he’s just dark?

DIRECTOR DI: Good question, I’ll check that first.

BOOM OPERATOR: *Knock, knock (Knocking on their door)*

DIRECTOR DI: *Opens the door* What do you want?

BOOM OPERATOR: Sound, I need the sounds! My noggin doesn’t work too properly.

DIRECTOR DI: Drink this potion, should heal up your noggin.

BOOM OPERATOR: Boom, boom! *Drinks it all down* Than… *He falls into Cliché’s arms*

DIRECTOR DI: * Drags him into the house hold and lies him down* Mighty sketchy.

VARIETY: Dad…

DIRECTOR DI: Yeah?

VARIETY: Too far.

DIRECTOR DI: You all had me on the wrong hype train, I deserve this.

GENRES: This is all sorts of bad, Cliché.

DIRECTOR DI: I told you to be quiet and go hide. I’m gon’na check his moula.

SENSES: You’re checking his memories? Cliché, too far.

DIRECTOR DI: Dudette, he dresses in a suit and I’m freaking jealous of him.

SENSES: Okay, hubby. Do what you got to do.

DIRECTOR DI: Whoo! Okay, here I come as Director Di, my last laugh.

GENRES: Not gon’na be your last laugh, but I’m going to lose my interest in you.

DIRECTOR DI: I can’t help it.

VARIETY: Mom, why did you marry Dad?

SENSES: Director Di, don’t do it. I sense that he did have other weird Directors, but he was black mailed too often with just pictures. Also, a bit of a victim.

DIRECTOR DI: How was he a victim?

SENSES: I sense something too dark, but he’s wearing black. Too hurt.

DIRECTOR DI: Shoot, I’ve got to make him something now. I’ll just… Make an additional spiritual memory reel for him that will help him out of it. *He starts creating an orb with reels that will help the Boom Operator’s mind, body, soul and spirit*

SENSES: He’s going to take out all the blackmailers?

DIRECTOR DI: The face on him is always too innocent… Okay. I suck. *Director Di moves a bit*

GENRES: Do the hero move.

DIRECTOR DI: I’ll erase their want. *He snaps and the orb pulses orange and white*

SENSES: He means the blackmailers’ wants.

GENRES: That’s the hero move.

SENSES: Yes, Genres, yes.

DIRECTOR DI: I’ll just create this out of some of my imagination and memory, *Director Di pulls out a smokey reel from his right arm* convert it *He converts and forms it into a orb with reels* and put it in his third eye chakra. *He puts the two orbs on the Boom Operator’s face*

VARIETY: What’s it going to do, Dad?

DIRECTOR DI: He’ll have ignited memories or thoughts on how to remove the blackmailers. There’s also an increase in intellect that he’ll need if he runs into more of them.

SENSES: Once you put it in, he’s going to wake up, right?

DIRECTOR DI: Yes, he will. I… Hope I… Don’t get us in trouble.

SENSES: *Puts her hands on her hips*

DIRECTOR DI: *Director Di snaps his fingers into finger guns*

BOOM OPERATOR: *His third eye chakra accepts the orbs and they drop into his third eye chakra*

DIRECTOR DI: Play his theme.

BOOM OPERATOR: *Lights up and wakes up*

GENRES: *Appears and plays, “Boom Operator,” as a parody of, “S*ooth O*erator”.*

BOOM OPERATOR: *Is fully awake* Boom, boom! I’m up! You knocked me out, but I have so many ideas!

DIRECTOR DI: You’re welcome!

SCENERY: *Turns into light, the parody song gets louder*

END CREDITS: A051998A & my brother for suggesting a leather jacket on Cliché.