~Fade in to a small house somewhere in the eastern United States. This small house, identical to the rest in the neighborhood, sits in the middle of suburbia, where big dreams start small, but always ignite the fire of hope in others. This is the story of a boy named Golem, and his dream to make it big.~

Golem: ~Kicks open his front door and strides out towards the street in style~ Today's my lucky day, I can feel it!

~Golem steps off of the curb and peers into his mailbox. A smile wipes across his face as he grabs the mail within, then carefully rips the seal off of the only letter in there. He jumps with joy and holds his letter up to the sky itself.~

Golem: Yes!!! The deed to my very own movie theater has finally arrived! At last, my visions will be put up on the silver screen for all to enjoy. ~Whistles happily to himself as he walks down the street towards town.~

~In town, Golem can finally behold his new purchase in all it's glory: an old, abandoned theater not touched since the 1950's. It was about to be knocked down this month, but Golem stepped in at the last minute and purchased it for it's net worth of $0.23. It's his baby now.

Not long after it shut down though, a new multi-plex movie theater opened right across the street, which was owned and family operated by none other than The Director. He pledged to show only the movies with the highest budgets and the worst actors imaginable.~

Golem: ~Just gets finished looking over the entire building~ Just a spit shine should get this place looking presentable. Maybe then I'll be able to premiere my latest movie: "Sonic meets Alex Kidd in Miracle Zone" A living, breathing adaptation from one of my very own stories by next Friday. Aw man, I'm totally stoked for this!

~Golem continues to dream of his new movie while he tidies up in the lobby, until a large eggplant-type of person hops barges in the door. With him are two official looking body-guard types. They are all wearing sunglasses and oddly colored purple ties.~

Director: What's all this then? This decrepit old dump has opened up again? Hah! you'll never make it in this business kid, you just don't have the experience like I do.

Golem: Oh no, not at all! This would be my first time running a theater by myself. I'm just doing it to show my ideas to the world, but it's all in good fun.

Director: FUN? ~Spits~ What would a kid like you know about fun? The movie business is a harsh world, pal. It'll eat you up and spit you out, hear me? I've been working in this field for a long time, a LONG time, you know? I've seen some ugly things, and I'm trying to save you from the same fate. So...~takes out a purple checkbook~ how much do you want for this rat hole? Name your price!

Golem: No thank you, it's not for sale. Like I said I'm just gonna show my movies for fun, not profit.

Director: ~Pulls down shades and stares at Golem~...Fine. ~Closes check book~ Don't say I didn't warn you. ~Snaps fingers~ Man! Rookie! Let's leave this kid a little message so he won't insult me in the future by not accepting my generous offer. Hop to it!

The Man/ The Rookie: Dur right away, Mr. Director!/ We'll teach him some respect I figure!

~One of the henchmen knock over a nearby trashcan onto the floor, spilling little to no trash, while the other shuffles his feet on the welcome mat, messing it up a bit.~

Rookie: And next time we won't go so easy on you, punk. You'd better WATCH IT. ~Moves his pointer and middle finger from his eyes towards Golem and then walks off with the rest of them.~

Golem: ~Sigh~ What have I gotten myself into now? ~Walks over to the front door and stares out across the street to the up-and-coming poster at the Eggplant Multi-plex. It's featuring big hit movies like "Team IT: Pronoun Squad" or "The Director's What Lies Beneath".~ Holy shoe, what heartless movies! Who would possibly want to see those?

This Summer...
Director returns to his roots...as The Director.

DIRECTOR: The Movie
Just when you thought it was safe to write.
Coming Summer 2008.

Golem: I may have a low budget, but gosh darn it, my movies will be recognized! Okay, it's time for a new project, one that will redefine the term "underdog". I'm gonna need a cast, though. Hmm, maybe a staff, too. Sorry Sonic and Alex, you're gonna have to wait! ~Locks up the doors and walks into downtown.~
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OoC: So if you want a little more information about this idea, basically it's an OG showing Golem's many OG ideas as low budget "movies" instead of just scripts. I may not have been around long, but Golem does have a lot of potential ideas, too bad not many pick up (like I'm one to talk anyway).

Basically, now Golem's out in search of a cast for his newest OG, or movie, so feel free to add in anyone you want. The sky is the limit for this OG, and I wonder if Golem will actually post in it!? <s>Probably not.</s> ALRIGHT!!

EDIT: No, I don't know why there's Alpha at the end of the name. Just roll with it!

~Golem walks down the street and sees across Rhykette directing traffic in the middle of an intersection. He walks out to her, and they talk while she uses various signs and a whistle to direct cars.~

Golem: Hey Rhykette.

Rhykette: Hey Golem. What are you up to?

Golem: I'm recruiting the cast for my next movie, Dr. Eggplantus.

Rhykette: What's it about?

Golem: An eggplant that gets his PhD in movie-ing, but he yearns for more movie-making power, so he makes a contract with Satan. He sells his soul, in return getting all that Satan can offer.

Rhykette: You're not basing this off of a certain eggplant, are you?

Golem: ...Who?

Rhykette: You're not basing this off of Director?

Golem: No, not at all! I just think there are a lot of metaphors that can be pulled off with an eggplant that can't be pulled off with a human, you know?

Rhykette: Uh... huh. Well, good luck on casting your movie.

~A man walks by as part of traffic. Around his shoulders are straps that hold up a cardboard box designed to look like a convertible with its top down.~

Man: Did you say you were casting a MOVIE?

Golem: Yes. Yes I did.

Man: Well, I just happen to know where to find JUST the guy for the job.

Golem: Well, that was a bit unexpected. Shouldn't you be playing a larger part than "leading to another character"?

Man: Oh, I do, but for now, get in. ~swings open side of box~

Golem: I don't know. Your car seems a bit too luxurious to fit three people into.

Man: Nonsense. Get in.

Golem: Well....I don't-

Man: I have candy.

~zoom out to show Golem already snugly "sitting" in the car next to Man.~

Golem: Good to go. ~takes a bite out of a Crunch bar while keeping a look of determination on his face~

~one "car ride", and a few hummings of the chorus to Mmbop later, they arrive at a comedy club (back alley that is in no way an actual comedy club)~

Golem: So what's here? More delicious Crunch bars?

Man: Yes. And my nephew, who is not a Crunch bar.

Golem: Man.

Man: Golem.

Golem: What?

Man: You said my name.

Golem: Man?

Man: What?

Golem: Man's your name?

Man: Yes. My parents were big Abbot and Costello fans. That's why I stabbed them when I turned 7.

Golem: That's pretty gruesome.

Man: Then it is completely untrue. Let's go inside (down the alley), shall we?

Golem: Okay!

~the two get out of the "car" and Man places it on the side of the road and pulls out a keychain.~

Man: Cli-click.

Car: Bee-beep.

Golem: Wow.

Man: Let's keep going.

~the two head down the alley, where they meet a crowd of 3 people. one is asleep, one is a stolen coma patient, and the third is YOU THE VIEWER, or maybe it's just some hobo. Not THAT hobo, though. There's a guy on a makeshift stage laying on a bed, not doing anything in particular.~

Man: Tyler! I found you a job!

Tyler: ~gets up from the bed~ Cool. When do I start.

Golem: Don't you want to know what it is, first?

Tyler: Nope, not even second.

Golem: Well get ready. I'm telling you anyway.

Man: Oh, man I left my wallet in my car. I was going to get something to drink.

???: CanneyegetyouafineDRINKMa'am?

Man: What?

~The hobo resting on a dead animal gets up and wobbles over to the group, takes out a banjo made out of a tissue box, whiskers and a broom stick, and starts playing.~

When the DAAAAY starts a callin'...
Yougotnochoicebuttogosprawlin'feryerpocketchangeorsoIthinkthatIhadanychangetoBEGINwith.
Hummabummaheydodeedow, yeah!!!
*Smashes makeshift banjo against the wall*

Golem: ...That was quite possibly the greatest song I've ever heard in my LIFE! Say, do you have any experience in composing movie soundtracks?

Hobo: WhyofcourseILOVETOCOMPOSEmusicinmysparetime...MY NAME IS GOY.

Tyler: He speaks like a true man of the music world would.

Goy: *inaudible muttering* -Igottacontractyoushouldsignitgivesmerighttostealyoursandwhiches.

Golem: I think that sounds like a fair deal. You're in, Goy.

Goy: AhthisisthemostfunI'veeverhadinmyentirelife... YES.

Golem: Alright. We need a face for this. An actor who can properly portray the cruel and twisted depths of this eggplant's heartless and cold soul. Also, twisted.

Goy: YumyumliketheoneIshankedinPhilly

Tyler: I know just the man.

*Later Golem, Tyler and Goy are in the bushes with binoculars looking into an apartment.*

Golem: So are we spyin' on now?

Tyler: A classical movie actor. Actually, soap operas. Calls himself GORE-ILLA.

Golem: An ape portraying an eggplant? Genius! That has Grade A metaphoricalism written all over it! Let's book him. Ooh, plus we have to throw in a bunch of crazy metaphors for God that will be more confusing than anything!

*They approach the door of the apartment and knock.*

Golem: ...No answer. Maybe we should leave.

Goy: nevertakingnofornoanswerboylikeIdonetoldthatprostituteinMissouri

*Goy twists the knob, and the door opens.*

Tyler: Eureka! It was unlocked!

*A wine bottle flies forward, just barely missing the three.*

GORE: Now see here! You young beans have some nerve busting in on my abode! Now I want some answers now see, before I have to put on my badminton gloves! (tosses couch at Our Heroes)