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I don't get around to seeing as many Cinema Snob videos as I like, as when it comes down to it...I was pretty much scarred for life when I saw his review of Necromantik...but mainly it's just trying to keep up with studies and being distracted by video games. I do rather enjoy the videos I do get to see when I have the time though...Like
And...you can't tell in the image due to a lack of color, but the hands contain a cartridge mounted on the outside filled with a specific liquid: Pepsi Blue. I figured Brad hates Pepsi Blue so much, he would sooner see it weaponized than him drink the stuff. (Granted, I myself was a fan of Pepsi Blue...but it is probably best that it died out.)
The hands have shaped charges much like the ones in the boot banger video found here: [link]
(just with a lot more reinforcement and forward/backward expelling of the water blade instead of the fire being quenched as in the video)...the hands are used for primarily for disabling vehicles and tech, but is capable of lethal take downs and the severing of limbs.
Also, his chest contains a miniature reactor to power his arms and legs...and the chest opens up to fire an energy blast...like all potential action figures should have. I gotta do something to combat the insanity in the Jew Wario design...>.>;;
I also have to admit, while the Cinema Snob was the end result of this, a lot of it was influenced by Geese Howard from KOF, because originally the Cinema Snob was going to be a corporate businessman...but I felt that it wouldn't touch on his other shows nearly so much, but Geese had an outfit that inspired me to change my idea of what I was going with originally.
Alright, so the Wasteland bio:
This is not a man one would dare to cross by any means...he had lost everything but his hatred. A hatred that was slowly carving away the person he once was.
A film star. A former martial artist. A beloved husband.
Life had been a steep uphill climb for him, but through all odds, he had made it, and he was on a road that was going to take him to the top...after breaking out into other roles besides ones that required him to do all his own stunts more than his own lines of dialogue. He had quite the cult following for the ridiculous roles he played as well as the level of his skill.
The last full event he remembers before waking up as less than a man is the moment he died.
He didn't die by some drug cartel wanting in on the profits, there was no noble saving a fan from a mugger...but his death was far from a peaceful one.
The scene they were shooting was the typical final showdown, with the hero's back to the wall before his ancient martial arts technique saved the day. It started as a fight on equal footing, with the villain gaining the upper hand, pulling a gun on the hero. The villain would then play a game of Russian roulette, and point the cartridge at the hero's head and pull the trigger. When the shot didn't fire, the hero would pull his all into one final blow and strike down the villain.
At least that was how the events were originally scripted to happen...but fate had other plans for the hero in this somewhat low budget kung fu story.
"Let's see just how lucky the holder of the Dragon's Fire Fist is."
Before he knew what hit him, the world slowed down, and sound faded away...the world was on its side as people ran down its walls to see what was going on with him.
It was later revealed that the gun was accidentally loaded with a blank instead of a dummy round. Why did the director choose a dummy round? It was so that if the round were to actually be in the chamber, there would be no muzzle flash, no explosive force to come out of the round, and most importantly, no harm would be done to the actor. Unfortunately, the stage hands were not aware of the difference and made a very costly mistake, resulting in fragments of a man's skull tearing into his brain.
When the world did eventually come back to the hero...it was of surgeons trying to save him from the embedded pieces in his skull...
However, salvation by their hands was not to be...and it was time for this actor to retire.
There was a distant murmuring...like everything was being heard through water...he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes immediately adjusted to the lighting in the room...rather what he could see of the room through the giant glass vial he found himself in.
He went to pound on the glass. He couldn't feel his hands nor his arms move...but they had...if they were even his to begin with.
Before his eyes were arms and hands...but not of flesh and sinew...the tips of the fingers looked real enough, but the rest of his arms were far from being organic in appearance.
And out of the corner of his eye, he saw something else...it wasn't just his arms that had been replaced...his chest was also metallic...shaped like any man in his prime's but with strange elongated rectangular openings and with a strange glow coming from inside.
He tried to pry it open to find what was the light...he had to know what the hell had happened to him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Mr. Jones. It took quite a bit of work to bring you back, and I'm sure there are many questions you would like to ask."
...Jones...was that...his name? It seemed right...but why was everything so hard to remember? ...He calmed himself down, taking in his surroundings...he couldn't see anyone else in the room besides himself and a woman with glasses and wavy brown hair.
Who was she...did he know her? ...Could he trust her?
""Mr. Jones, are you with me? Good. We can help you get your life back, if you can help us get something very important back. First, we need to bring you up to date on everything that's happened while you've been...asleep...are you okay with this?"