There are going to be a LOT of new characters Season Three, and Season Four is in the concept stage for next year. So for 10 minutes of work once, you're on the list forever.
Secondly, we're working with two fantastic indy creators to do some One Eighteen work while we're plugging away getting Season Three ready.
Julie Hoverson, the sound goddess behind the EXCEPTIONAL 19 Nocturne Boulevard is going to produce a One Eighteen audio drama I wrote called "Snapshots" dealing with the characters Demitri Decker journey from survivor to controller/Sarah's mother Mary, and their relationship in the context of her sexually abusive stepfather, and Donna as Professor Parks lures her into his trap. It's a very cool script, fast moving, action packed, and... you know what? Let me just throw up the beginning.
One Eighteen: Snapshots
Get away from that fucking TV, Mary. For Christ sake their ain't nothing on it but static.
Don't mind him, momma. You watch whatever you want.
Girl you'd better shut your mouth or I'll-
Fuck me again?
You watch your tone with me.
I got no truck with you, girl.
Oh, but you do. You're in my way.
Well why don't I just mosey off to the side here.
You serve him too. You follow the wolf. So you're in my way.
How bout you put the bat down and we talk about this. Seriously, I'm just here to play music.
Professor Parks, I want to thank you for your hospitality.
Seriously, Donna and I are so thankful for this. With Mike Junior on the way, well-
Honey! I'm just late! Don't get overexcited.
(Darkly) Every child is a blessing, wouldn't you agree Courtney.
(Almost robotic.) Yes Professor.
A toast then! To survivors, and the new bonds we must forge!
Mike, Donna, Tracy, Courney
I hope you don't mind sleeping in the garage, Mike. It's a religious thing, I hope you understand.
Of course professor!
See, I'm thinking it's about time for me to use any tone I damn well feel like it.
Mary, you gonna let your daughter talk to me like that?
All the colors... her dress has so many colors.
Isn't she pretty mama. We don't have to be scared anymore.
Botha you need to be in a nuthatch, that's what you need!
(Childlike) Not scared... anymore?
(Motherly) No mama... not anymore. Pick up the knife.
That's a good girl.
Now you put that down, woman or I swear to christ I'll-
I really love playing with "minor" characters. Anyway, this will be done in under a month, knowing Julie.
We've also got two new one shot's coming together, our fan fiction contest entries, and one more thing.
A comic book.
Ben Hummel did this piece of fan fiction for us, and there was something so cool about the art style. I have to admit, I'm a major fan of the "Sketch pencil style of artwork.
That goes for people who do production work. We're trying to farm out some fun projects like "snapshots" here and there. If you've got an idea, pitch it. Worst we can say is no, and we're actively seeking good material for our interim shows but really need to focus on writing the season in advance to minimize delays.
Finally, in terms of new material, I'm posting some microfiction that fills out little parts of the story that were just hinted at in our Facebook group "Kill Sarah Already" along with some extras and other things that don't really fit on the xbox, and it's a great place to bug us when we're slacking. Some examples of what you're missing
-Sarah's stepfather entered her bedroom, and she tried not to cry. She put in her earbuds and turned on Paradise Falls 61.3 FM, sliding the volume to the maximum. She felt her bedsheets rustle. The music changed as she felt his hand on her. The alarm clock read 1:20 AM. "Don't worry, you'll have your revenge," the radio whispered. "They'll all die soon." Sarah smiled. Outside, the gunshots started.-
-Willie Fetch flipped the beer bottle over and over in his hand, trying to catch it by the neck every time. One of Tarantino's movies played on the flat-screen. Valentine and the boys wandered down the stairs, trying to look non nonchalant. Fetch rolled his eyes. "Horace send you down?" "Yup," Valentine said lazily. "We're gonna wreck the play room," Fetch said, catching the bottle. "Yup," Valentine said.-
-"Here they come," Horace said, putting out his camel on the trunk of the Judas tree. The Valentine brothers shouldered their rifles. Ricky Benson did the same, but hesitantly. Horace picked up his Winchester, and made sure it was loaded. Below them, the line of the Greenly expedition passed. There would never be a better chance than this. "Let em have it boys," Horace said. The deputies opened fire.-
We'll charge ten bucks for it and get back around four. The people who want to tip can just buy a copy, we'll get a more sizable tip, and you'll at least get a cool keepsake and a fun little read that only donators get to read, but we can keep a clear conscience because it's something we can only do with an actual book (we tried, doing it in audio didn't make sense, but beyond that the story is fun.
So that's all the current news. Next week i''ll have Catywompus, my book of poems and short stories done and then I can dive into the rest of this stuff.
So thats it. We're taking this stuff as seriously as you are now, and we are going to make your patience worth your while.