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-- First Seen: 2008-09-26
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More Goodies To Come!
As another incentive, when we hit our first goal of $7,000, we will add a new perk to the mix: the trade paper back including a mini-version (8.5" x 11:) of the full size poster we'll be adding when we hit our first stretch goal. As announced last week, the art is still in-progress and we'll post more updates on the poster as Scott is able to refine it.
And to correct last week's post, the full size poster will be 18" x 24".
Help us reach our goal by continuing to spread the word! And if you haven't contributed yet, then click on the image and help us out.
Our IndieGoGo campaign got off to a strong start, but now it's time to add more incentive, so...
Check out the work-in-progress sample of the official promotional poster for Quantum Vibe: This Means War (Part 1).
The finished poster will be made available to donors when we make our first stretch goal of $10,000. It will be offered in two
sizes: 8.5" x 11" (which can be mailed flat) and 18" x 24" (which must be shipped in a tube).
So please help us make this poster a reality, check out our campaign page if you haven't already, and choose the best
reward tier for you.
The Transcript For This Page
Full-height panel, Guy Caillard – a small, wiry man with a pencil moustache -- is walking towards us down an office corridor. He is dressed in 22nd-Century style office clothing, and the corridor (along with all the interiors of this segment) have a simple/functional but also vaguely futuristic style. Clipped to his breast pocket is a 2”x3” ID badge. When you can see it up close, it has his mug-shot as the largest object, his printed name, a small bar-code and two magnetic strips.
Guy is holding a cup of coffee, and he has a desultory expression on his face.
Caption: Guy Caillard, from the French region of Terra, pronounced his first name ‘Ghee’.
Caption 2: That the mostly Anglophones here at United World Revenue Service insisted on pronouncing it to rhyme with ‘eye’ was one of many irritations he endured at his job.
Dream-picture of a more heroic image of Guy, dressed something like a Wild-West Sheriff with a big star on his vest, standing over the corpses of the “robber barons,” gazing across a bomb-blasted corporate boardroom in a domineering pose.
Caption: All his life he had nurtured an heroic vision of himself, one recognized for his talent and courage.
Caption 2: When he went to work for the UWRS, he thought he would force the robber barons to pay their fare share in helping Terra’s less fortunate.
Medium elevated angle shot of Guy’s cubicle, with the real Guy sitting at his desk. The cubicle is about 7x7 and is crammed full of paper files, folders, and envelopes both large and small – stacked up in piles around the place. There are drawers and cabinets but they are also stuffed There’s barely room for a walkpath to Guy’s chair. It looks absolutely dreary. Guy is taking a sip of his coffee while seated with ramrod straight posture facing the terminal display on his desk. The display looks something like a futuristic flatscreen monitor and keyboard, without cords. The desktop is also cluttered with stacks of papers and envelopes.
Caption: It hadn’t quite worked out that way. The Robber Barons had been taxed into oblivion, except for a clever few who made all the right friends and were therefore untouchable.
Caption 2: So Guy spent his days squeezing the dwindling middle class to fund UW’s many worthy projects. He felt sorry for them, but somebody has to pay for social justice.