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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=8 RESPONSE0: Mind if I take a different approach? It's infatuation but also hate: hate because he never loved her. I'm hanging from the walls, trailing onto the floor, swimming in smoke. The room is filled with his breath and hers, it hits me hard and bitter and rusts my eyes. He's kissing her in the drunken sweat, a smile dripping from his lips, a fag still in his fingers. And I'm watching. Nothing ever came of me, when he left. When he spat on my body and stomped on my skin with crow black, slick shoes. His spiked tongue ravished me and then I was nothing. She laughs inwardly, her hair of wires collapse in front of her face. Her sweet little spice: speckled with gold freckles and embroidered with green eyes. Fuck you. He drapes his hands on her waist and my head lolls. Their fingers grip harder onto each other as the air gets heavier, until I'm drunk, until I'm blind, until I'm crumbling. Stop. And then I'm tearing at my skin, I'm trembling and sweating. "I hate you." I whisper through my breath. Then he's over me and he's hitting me and she's laughing. She's laughing. So I'm hanging from the walls, trailing onto the floor and swimming in the smoke. DELAY1=0 RESPONSE1: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=5 RESPONSE0: **This is the first piece of writing I've ever submitted that isn't a dramatic monologue, some constructive criticism would be much appreciated as I have no idea what I'm doing** "Just shut the fuck up for a second will you? It pains me to say this just as much as it pains you to hear it so could you do us both a massive favour and not utter a single syllable for the next two minutes or so?" I pause, taking in his gaze. I'm on the receiving end of the look. The one he always gives me when I outsmart him, which I get far more often then he'd like to think. I close my eyes in thought, disguising it as an elongated blink. "Are you o-" "What did I just tell you?" I snap "My sincere apologies" he replies, scraping back his stupidly gorgeous ginger hair. My thoughts fumble around struggling to find the words which will tell the man who I could only describe as my mortal enemy that I... Ok, mortal enemy is a little strong, but it does take a worrying amount of effort to contain the desire to hit him around the face with a copy of War and Peace. Ok, I've been silent for far too long now, he's starting to smile. The bastard. Oh just spit it out. "Right-O, I'm more angry with myself about this for being a pathetic little shit but you listen up. I love you. I know this is a terribly unfortunate turn of events given that the only reason we have to share oxygen is the fact that we're both in the brass section of the orchestra, and in all honesty I often can't stand the sight of you. However, this is often outweighed by the longing to hear your stupid nasal voice." "Jess-" he struggles "SHUT UP. Right, I think this would be better if I do this clinically so I'm just going to list the reasons why I love you and then I'm going to walk away" He laughs and I scowl "So...I love how delightfully skilled you are in the art DELAY1=0 RESPONSE1: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=0 RESPONSE0: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st DELAY1=8 RESPONSE1: You are an idiot. And you can't stop being an idiot. One would think there'd be a limit to how much stupid can be present in a person at any given time, but you have proved me wrong. And you prove me wrong everyday. You are a fool. You bandy out your limitless idiocy in soaring heaps to everyone you see, gifting it to innocent strangers like blankets infested with smallpox. The countless little games and schemes you play end up driving me, your one and only friend, to insanity. And the worst part, the very worst part of this all, is that you don't know this. You aren't being malicious. You aren't being cruel. You aren't clever enough to really hurt people on purpose. You genuinely believe your idiocy helps me and others. You think I appreciate your tendency to drag me into your misadventures, the way you make me stumble through life as your damned wet nurse, and your awful, Godawful, puns. I'm trying to get angry at you. I truly am. But I can't. You're pitiful. You're some brain delayed pet that's pissed on the floor, and every time I get mad at you, you give me that look, that sad expression of shame in your eyes that answers why I'm still your friend. Idiot. SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=0 RESPONSE0: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: I have determined that you have no heart, no soul. Maybe I shouldn’t have waited so long to write this to you, but I shouldn’t have had to. You’ve seen me, watched the way I act around you. You can’t even begin to pretend that you didn’t know that I have loved you for years. Has that mattered to you? No. Not one bit. No, instead you have taken advantage of my kindness and affection for you, and you have abused my emotions and my desires to the point of no return. I was there for you when you needed help so many times, fixed your car, gave you the money you needed when things got down, even consoled you when your myriad boyfriends turned out to be the douches I always told you they were. And yet, here I still am, pining my time away on someone who could care less. God, it’s infuriating. I wish that when you first realized that I was in love with you, you had pushed me away then. That would have been easier than this daily torment you submit me to, keeping me close yet always out of arms’ reach. All of the shit you’ve put me through, and here I still am, melodramatically penning my sappy, uncontrollable emotions to a woman I already know I’ll never have, because she’s the bitch that will never return my love. Sorry I called you a bitch. You know I don’t mean it... I just...I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do. Is it possible that you will ever care about me the way I care about you? Is it possible that I will ever grow the balls to actually give you this letter, call you out for treating me like this? Will I ever be able to get over you? If you do get this letter...please don’t judge me too harshly. I don’t know that I could take it if you really did cut me out of your life. I hate SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=75 RESPONSE0: They met at the park, sitting on a bench. “Really, he’s been a wonderful child,” Ms. Franklin said. Caroline watched his silhouette from a distance, squinting against the August sun. He swung back and forth on the swing, arms on the chains, legs pumping him forward. Last time she saw him, he was at her breast in the maternity ward. She hoped to God that nobody at school would find out. Nobody did. “I told him on his birthday last month. I thought at six he was old enough to know.” “How did he take it?” Caroline asked. “Well. He said, ‘So you’re not my real mommy?’ I told him that I am and I’m not. I said, ‘I’ll always be your mommy, but you weren’t ever in my belly.’ He understood, but he also told me that he wanted to meet you.” “I wanted to meet him, too.” She pulled a stick of gum out of her purse — old nervous habit that died hard — and her hands shook as she unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. “I think I’m ready. Could you call him over?” Ms. Franklin called his name and he jumped off of the swing, falling to the ground in a clumsy kindergarten stumble. He picked himself up and ran over, kicking sand in the air with each step. Caroline smiled at him. Ms. Franklin put her arm on the boy’s shoulder and said, “Richie. This is somebody I want you to meet. Her name is Caroline.” He smiled back. “Hi, Caroline. Are you my Mommy?” “Yes, Richie, I’m your mommy.” The words felt funny coming out of Caroline's mouth. She approached him carefully, looking at Ms. Franklin for approval. Ms. Franklin nodded and gave Richie a gentle n DELAY1=0 RESPONSE1: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=7 RESPONSE0: When I gaze back upon the days we spent So full of love and life and tender sighs I grimace at the thought that in your eyes Those days are dreary, bloated, corpulent Or just mundane - you, in any event Moved on - and it is this that I despise That it meant so little - no howls, no cries No, that is mine, the sadness and resent And now I am left with one desire And without hope, tormenting me as though My chest was torn apart and my heart shown Weakly beating on its own cruel pyre Praying to be like you and just let go These memories and just be left alone ---------- Decided to go poetry a go for a change. I very rarely write poetry (so it may well be awful), but I wanted to do a Sonnet given the tradition of love/gift poetry in the form. Feedback is welcomed. DELAY1=0 RESPONSE1: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=0 RESPONSE0: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st DELAY1=153 RESPONSE1: You drive me mad. We're of two different kinds, you and I. But we both spin the same magic; we both work the same tomes of time, and as young gods, we knew our paths would intertwine. But your grating voice, your erratic punning, your outrageous placidity in a world so wild and violent: I hate every bit of it, and yet I am thoroughly enchanted by it. These years have passed like seconds to us, and my lover has long since left this plane. For her, my heart only burned the purest love, but now that the flames have died, there is only a ragged hole that my hatred of you fills. But even now, as I watch you laugh and joke with our leader, I feel the same smile only reserved for *her* eyes creeping up on my lips as even I find humor in your inane puns; the sensation of my muscles pulling up the corners of my lips is alien to me as your range of expressions is. Your lack of a true face both dismays and fascinates me, and in the end, I can only wonder if this is what you feel in return. The cogs continue to turn around us, Dalin; and turn forever, they will. I can stay silent until the day the gears rust and fall to dust. Even as you turn your bright red eyes to my own, an impossible smile dancing upon your skeletal mouth, I can only grimace instead. I will always love you, you fucking idiot. SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. DELAY0=4120 RESPONSE0: "Marve, we're seniors now. Isn't this a little late? A little rushed? A little immature?" "Exactly. We're not here for much longer. You're leaving, I'm leaving--to different places, maybe. Who knows? I loved you - I love you. Just be here with me, stay here for me. I promise we won't be trapped for much longer" "You never even looked at me, though. God knows you've had years speak up. I don't even remember how long ago we met. I settled. I settled, for you or lack thereof." "You never even fucking noticed? You were all I ever thought about. It's a damn shame, love. That's all. We could've been grand." Three years later, she got a single letter in the mail. It was the eighty seven birthday cards she'd given him, and a certificate dated that month. DELAY1=0 RESPONSE1: There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows through my body like sticky sweet blood that powers me, it moves me. And you know it. You know that you drive me insane. I'm sorry that I can't give it all back to you. But you know that you have this ability to drive me wild and you manipulate it like you do me; every move is planned and has its purpose, like you're folding me into origami- a sitting duck, floating on a pool that's drenched in your aura, your fucking charm. You disgust me. But, you rule me. I'm a slave to you. If you held my head down in that pool, I'd be blessed and rather then cry out "dear God, save me!" I'd only find the words to thank him for giving me what I've always wanted. You. I want you. Unfortunately for me, God has abandoned me- or at least he doesn't acknowledge me and that's more then I can say for you. Rather than be benevolent or silent, you torture me and you punish me for what I can have. I can have you- you know I can, otherwise you wouldn't abuse my affection so liberally, dragging me on, leaning in a little too close, whispering a little too soft, drawing my hand to yours and pressing it ever so slightly against your thigh- I could have you, if I wanted. And that's just the problem. I don't want you. I don't, I don't, I don't. But I need you. You are a horrid person; I abhor myself for knowing that there is a capacity in me to fall so hard for someone that I'd call against my very nature. But you're also intoxicating. You've bewitched me; I'm drunk, I'm st SELECTION:
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1,058
1
1,059
527
197
724
4,120
0
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=32 RESPONSE0: This was written for my friend who wanted me to do Ghetto-Shakespeare: Shall I compare dat ass to a Summer’s day? Thou art mo’ fine and mo’ bootylicious: Rough winds do shake the lovely hips that sway, And dem pants make yo’ thing look delicious: Sometimes too flat the butts of ladies sit, And oft is their bouncy rotundness dimm’d; And every fly from fly sometime doth quit, By choice of nature’s clearing made untrimm’d: But thy eternal Summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of thine foxiness; Nor shall Death brag thou bounceth in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou shaketh. So long as booties shake, or dance floors be, So long lives this, and this gives lust to me. DELAY1=1 RESPONSE1: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core SELECTION:
1
2,643
98
2,741
470
216
686
32
1
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=1 RESPONSE0: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core DELAY1=7 RESPONSE1: Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I probably should though, considering I'm the one that killed her. Oh well. SELECTION:
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2,694
2,741
47
655
686
31
1
7
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=31 RESPONSE0: I found this on the web, no author attached;_ Up speaks Poe's cat. The End of the Raven by Poe's cat On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. "Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor, "There is nothing I like more." Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore. While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor - Bric-a-brac and junk galore. Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents worth - "Nevermore." While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore. Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore - Only this and not much more. Then my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out!" Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before; How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty. Put an end to that damned ditty - then I heard him start to snore. Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I DELAY1=1 RESPONSE1: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core SELECTION:
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2,704
37
2,741
221
465
686
31
1
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=49 RESPONSE0: so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens actually that makes no sense note to self erase this poem DELAY1=1 RESPONSE1: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core SELECTION:
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2,718
23
2,741
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1
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=0 RESPONSE0: Geese Sometimes I like to take long walks by myself. It helps calm me down. I don’t really go anywhere, but it helps to clear my mind. That all changed, however, when the geese attacked. I was just walking along the riverside, minding my own business, when suddenly I felt something long and beak-like enter into my neck. I could only assume it was a beak because there was a bird attached to the end of it. Birds don’t just attach themselves to anything, although apparently my neck was something special. Now, don’t get me wrong. One bird I can handle. I’ve killed more geese in my day with nothing but a tube of toothpaste and a roll of duct tape than anyone I know. But when they gang up on you, that’s when things all go south (and not for the winter). I swear to you. Any onlooker would have thought that I had a very stylish goose necklace, that’s how many geese had lodged themselves in my neck. There had to be at least sixteen geese trying to get prime real-estate inside my windpipe. It was getting hard to breath. I could start pulling them out, but killing the geese one-by-one would take forever that way. I did what any sensible man would do. I slammed my chest and face down to the pavement beneath my feet. Eight of the beaks slid farther in, emerging from the other side of my neck, but the other eight were lodged loose. Ten of the geese got crushed under my body. They remained only as a pulpy mess smeared over my sweater. I plucked three dead birds out of my throat. Only five remained, and boy, were they mad. I pulled two out, breaking their necks in the process, the thirds beak chipped off as I dislodged it, but the remaining two were giving me more trouble. A foot knocked into my face. While I was busy dealing with the neck-fowl, one surviving bird had opted to instead use its webbed DELAY1=1 RESPONSE1: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core SELECTION:
1
2,721
20
2,741
81
767
686
0
1
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=1 RESPONSE0: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core DELAY1=9 RESPONSE1: roses are red violets are blue i have a gun get in the car SELECTION:
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2,726
2,741
15
666
686
20
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=1 RESPONSE0: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core DELAY1=36 RESPONSE1: "Scott, you just don't get it, do you?" That's what I said to him. I meant it, too. He didn't then, though I think that's changed over the intervening years. He gets it now. But back then, he most decidedly did not. Death is really the province of the youth, I think. It's nothing when you're seventeen years old to make bold pronouncements about the people you'd like to kill. "I have a gun in my room," he said. "You give me five seconds, I'll get it, I'll come back down here—BOOM—I'll blow their brains out." He said this the way one might say, "Have you *seen* that new roller coaster at the carnival?" or, "I just scored front row seats to the Stones!" Death was just a thing: an idle threat, a punchline, an exciting new idea in a life hardly long enough to qualify for a death of its own. There's a secret I've never told anyone, held in strictest supervillain confidence. There's a reason we leave the hero facing a doom brought about not by ourselves, but by our elaborate death traps. By the way: did you know that I've never once killed a man? Oh, I've tried. I've plotted; I've planned; I've even had more death attributed to myself than I care to count. But I've never once actually done the deed. I can't, you see. I'd never sleep at night. Oh certainly, when I was a younger man and my reign of terror was in its infancy, barely more than a fantasy in the diseased mind of a blooming psychopath, I couldn't wait to kill. It wasn't just a part of the job; it *was* the job. What more to it is there? You get money, and you knock off the folks who get in your way. Sometimes you knock off folks to scare others into giving you the money. Sometimes you just threaten to knock off a wholesale pile of folks in exchange for the money you'll get not to pull the trigger—and then sometimes you pull it SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] a prompt for bad people DELAY0=1 RESPONSE0: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' But still came that incessant knocking, no more could my ease keep blocking Out this rapping loudly stalking, louder now than 'twas before Failing to return the silence, hesitation turned compliance Anything to stop the violence thrust upon my chamber door "Who is there," I asked the darkness, safely from behind the door. "Who should keep me from my snore?" No reply, but knocking fading, still my listening, still my waiting Curiosity abating, every second lessened more "Who?" once more my question ringing, may I catch a response bringing Just whose hand by now is stinging from the banging on my door Still no answer, just the gusting from the raging winter storm I returned to think some more Again came that infernal clatter, "Dear sir what could be the matter?" Would this person once more scatter as I walk the foyer floor No more for a reply waiting, time to start investigating Courage then in me inflating, time to find out what's in store To the rapping now we add the creaking of the chamber door Behind, the visage of Lenore "It's you," I cried as tears were falling. "I hadn't known, did you try calling?" Realizing I'd been stalling, I asked her inside where it's warm Slowly she begins her entry, after what seems like a century Still I'm standing like a sentry, shaken right down to my core DELAY1=127 RESPONSE1: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I contemplated the lesser way, but unlike him, of this place, I understood. In this forest, evil preys upon the good, upon that path, one best not stray. -------------------------------- Foolish adventures are best left to the youth, and I wish to see again my family, with all good speed. I have no time to play as the sleuth, nor any desire to find forgotten truth. I will find my way safely home, that is all I truly need. -------------------------------- A man of learning, with a cold surname once ventured down that way In hopes to conquer, and to stake a claim, This land, these evils, all of it, he would tame. Ever since, for his soul we pray. -------------------------------- Some attempt to travel along this forgotten creek, Looking for his homestead, but only finding rubble. Some cannot resist the urge to take one more peek, To test their will, but they always prove too weak. Take the high road my friend, stay safe, and seek no trouble. SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=9 RESPONSE1: *Journal Entry for Inmate #56941.* *Name: Unknown.* *Crime: Possession of Prohibited Chemicals* Well, it seems that I've gotten myself into a bit of quandary if I do say so myself. This time, this time it wasn't because of batsy. No, no, this time it was good ol' Big Brother. Apparently, having enough gas to kill a classroom full of toddlers is grounds for my arrest. According to the nice friendly police officers who found it necessary to break my legs on arrival, I'm supposed to write down what lead up to the event so they can better "prosecute" or whatever they do in their spare time. But since no one seems to even know my name, not even I do, I'm supposed to write down really, how I got here. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. I was born into a nice cottage at the border of disputed territory in Brazzaville to a nice family of friendly white picket fence parents. They loved me, yes they did. Gave me everything I could desire. Food, money, women. To be honest, I can't remember where it all went wrong. Maybe it was between me murdering my father or my sister stabbing me in the stomach, but the many laughs through it all make it quite a blur. And so I found myself in Oceania. It's not hard to end up there. Gotham City was a bit flashy for my tastes as a man of classical upbringing, but I made do. Eventually, robbing people at gunpoint got a bit old. So I spread out my horizons. From robbery came murder, from murder came eye gouging, from eye gouging to burning, and so on. It was like a circus funhouse but never having to pay. Oceania is by far the greatest country to ever walk the Earth. Everything is just so...hilarious. Beatings for crimethink, unending building fires, rape in the street corners, children blinded by their parents. Through all this, I can't help but wonder. Why isn SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=34 RESPONSE1: Another surge of electricity ran through his victim. O'Brien carefully flicked the switch off once the convulsions had satisfied him. He had been interrogating this same man in room 101 for several hours now, and was quite surprised to discover that such a shabby looking creature could endure countless bouts of electrical torture like this. O'Brien wiped the sweat off his brow. This grew tiring. He carefully adjusted the electrodes that had slipped slightly in the last bout of shocks, and quietly sat in the now warm stool next to the strapped down man who was still shaking from the last shock. O'Brien held up two fingers on each hand. "Now I am going to ask you again, two plus two equals?" The man looked over at O'Brien wearily. "This again? Now we have been over how bad at math I am, can't we just cut to the chase and ask about...umm, who was that again?" O'Brien grinned, perhaps sensing that he was finally getting somewhere. "The Joker. Are you ready to talk about him now?" The man shot O'Brien a look. "Well "ready" is such a strong word, do you know what this guy is capable of? Maybe the electricity is better." "Well, maybe I can help you decide." O'Brien flicked the switch and an electrical surge once again poured into the man for a few more moments. Annoyed, O'Brien tapped at the switch in disgust and pulled closer. "Now I want you to understand something, we have monitors and cameras on every square inch of this city. There is nobody, no one that we cannot find." The man coughed a few times before replying, "Well then, why are you questioning me? Perhaps you have already found this Joker?" O'Brien sent another shock through the man. "Don't get cute, the Joker has been hijacking our telescreens and has been spreading lies to our people! He is telling everyone that our wars with Eurasia are false!" The man looked over with one eye shut, "You mean spreading the truth? That is not the same as SELECTION:
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=1 RESPONSE0: Does 1984 mean Orwell's *Nineteen Eighty Four*, or 29 years ago? DELAY1=9 RESPONSE1: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies SELECTION:
1
1,870
11
1,881
900
17
917
1
9
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=37 RESPONSE0: [I was going to tie this into several other surreal classics but it got late, apologies. And thanks for reading!] ................................................................. The doctor meanders slowly toward the corridor, savoring each step before the terminus; that strip of chrome gilding the tempered seal between Inside and Outside. Her high rank within the Inner Party afford such boundaries elasticity, but as every good member knows; the organ must exercise it's skill to remain of use. To be an official within the walls of Miniluv meant to propagate the necessities of care and compassion. The process of Room 101 was to expedite the labyrinthine journey from erroneous thought to cohesion. In this, the compassion of Party leaders fell to the doctor in preventing a member of their flock from becoming an unperson. Today, though, the ward was quiet. It wasn't unusual to hear the primeval din of repentance from several floors down, despite the insulation. Curious too, since it was just before noon; a rest and replenishment period usually happened before ten: making the screams and pleas of the re-education candidates all the more sorrowful. Dr. Quinn stands in front of the telescreen, letting it scan her for the genetic signatures that serve as access card to this ward and so much of the Party's inner working. The door slides open and the first thing to hit her is a wave of decay; a fetid odor so repugnant it repels her and incites her stomach's bilious retort. Between heaves, she hears the crisp, spidery lilt of her most troublesome charge. "Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose." Patient 05423 smiles up at her, eyes burning under her flesh, into her marrow. The scars of his face stretch and weep, carving trails in the filth. The good doctor, though hardened by many years DELAY1=9 RESPONSE1: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies SELECTION:
1
1,876
5
1,881
124
1,041
917
37
9
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=6 RESPONSE1: This one has a lot of potential, good idea OP. I know a ton about 1984 yet almost nothing about the Joker (am not into Comic books.) This prompt did get a lot of ideas flowing though.... SELECTION:
0
1,876
1,881
5
875
917
42
9
6
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=62 RESPONSE1: The ending: He loved Big Brother. No one can escape the Ministry of Love. SELECTION:
0
1,878
1,881
3
897
917
20
9
62
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=41 RESPONSE1: "Continue" the deep voiced official said as a slender uniformed man proceeded to perform a form of torture with electricity, I was merely a privite in the thought police at the time and it was apart of my training to witness procedures such as this. Thumping and groaning could be heard by the individual in the windowed room I was watching from, I pressume it was a 2 way mirror but details such as this arn't important, The torture stopped for a moment, the deep voiced official That I could remember the name or rank of stepped and approached the secured individual."What have you learned from this experience sir?" The official asked with a kind of raspy voice I presume from the torture, said "I have learned thaat... you suck at torture..." the official scowled at the tortured man and left the torture area and so did all the other and gathered in the observation room, the room was silent for a moment before an older gentalman in a stainless white lab coat spoke up "he knows what we are trying to do, he know we are trying to breaking. His psychological intelligence is too strong for physical torture to be effective, my suggestion would be Chinese water torture, it woul...." The man in the lab coat was interrupted by the detainee secured to the table yelled "are you going to hurry up? I dont have all day you know." The deep voiced man busted through the door to torture area obviously angered by the prisoners comment "you like jokes?" The official asked " are you a joker?, we have a joker on our hand!!" "What can I say? Im a funny man" the "joker" said with a devious grin. The grin and presistance of the prisoner further annoyed the official. The official angerly turned on the electric torture device grabbed the sponges and looked at the detainee and said "lets see if you're still smiling after this" and proceeded to torture the prisoner. The thumping and groaning picked up again I short after left the area to help out at the ministry of truth to help keep order. I had never see or heard the prisoner again. Not an expert at this got bored and tryed taking a SELECTION:
0
1,879
1,881
2
464
917
453
9
41
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=40 RESPONSE1: So great SELECTION:
0
1,880
1,881
1
915
917
2
9
40
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=43 RESPONSE1: Demolition Man, but with better makeup. SELECTION:
0
1,880
1,881
1
908
917
9
9
43
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=8 RESPONSE0: Holy shit I love you DELAY1=9 RESPONSE1: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies SELECTION:
1
1,881
0
1,881
912
5
917
8
9
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP] The Joker is set loose on the world of 1984. What happens? (x-post r/AskReddit) DELAY0=9 RESPONSE0: They say in this day and age it is impossible to stay hidden. He did it though. When everybody knows that everyone is watched every single moment of their pitiful lives, it makes those in charge even more afraid of the man who isn’t. The Bat. He seeks to help the people of this world, by hiding in the darkness to show it can be done. To give the world a symbol, a beacon of hope. But while he prefers the darkness, people like me…..well, we prefer the SPOTLIGHT!!!! Because for every man there is a woman. For every cat there is a dog. For every prisoner, a jailer. And for every Knight………..A Joker. You see, I was special. My father was a very important man in the government so I was allowed certain freedoms that others were not. Namely I was allowed to find love. Others were not, It was treated as a disease, a sickness. But not me. I found her when we were only children, Harleen, She was from Eurasia, and I would have my father order her over in the name of international cooperation. She was always so nice to me. She used to say that if we were such good friends and I was always so happy to see her why I didn’t smile more. People here do not smile. It is considered abnormal, pervasive. When we were sixteen we had our first night together, it was everything I thought it would be until……. The next morning I awoke to the sounds of my door being busted down. Four men burst in and grabbed Harleen. They said that I was fraternizing with the enemy. How could she be the enemy she was from Eurasia, they had been our closest allies for years. They claimed otherwise, they claimed EastAsia was our allies and that my father and I were aiding the enemy. We were all taking to a place no man dare mention. We were tortured, brainwashed tortured again, and by the time we were let out not one of us survived. Our bodies may have been alive but what made us who we were was no longer there. Years passed by, allies DELAY1=32 RESPONSE1: I was hoping it was about Van Halen. SELECTION:
0
1,881
1,881
0
906
917
11
9
32
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1225 RESPONSE1: Lecter: "this tastes funny" SELECTION:
0
2,058
2,264
206
2,159
2,168
9
3
1,225
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=2 RESPONSE0: [[I think I missed the point completely. But I wrote it, so here it is.]] In the otherwise silent hall of the Asylum his persistent laughter was like the susurrus of bat wings flapping deep within a cave. "The others complain about you." a man commented from the adjacent cell, his even voice carrying through the holes in the plexiglass prison to his neighbor. "Oh really?" the other man said, chortling deeply to himself, "I hope it's not too infectious." The first man, his cell the pristine white of the inside of an eggshell, turned back to his desk in the corner where his pen and paper lay. "An interesting death rattle, to be sure." "Death? You think I'm here on hangman's row?" his laughter grew to a crecendo, "Oh no, no no no. You see, I'm needed. I make a pretty little duet for a fine friend all clad in black. It's not in him to see my head roll." He slipped back into the dank corner of his poorly lit cell where he had begun carving letters into the wall. He lifted a finger, the nail cracked and bleeding from the abuse, to trace the words "Joke's on you." "Quaint." the neighbor responded, "It must feel good to be loved, though your love is stooped and crooked. Is that what keeps you smiling? Or is it filling a hole, as so many loved things do?" "Love? Love?" his voice grew louder and he stalked toward the wall that divided them, "But of *course* it's love! Of *course* it fills a hole deep inside my wittle heart." He paced back to the middle of the room and raised an astute finger as he paced in circles, "Why, it's three sizes too small, you see? But I have the decency to remain true to my one valiant black knight, where you give up your maiden's favor to any copper that crosses your cage!" The man in the bright room did not look up from his work, still writing DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,224
40
2,264
994
1,174
2,168
2
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=6 RESPONSE0: *L’enfer, c’est autres…,* Lecter quietly mused. He looked up from his pair of sevens to the flop (a seven, ten, and a jack), then up to his host, a look of severe ennui stretched across his face accentuated by the liberal application of cosmetics. Or was that his natural skin tone? “All in”, Hannibal said. “Call”, the Joker responded absent-mindedly as he propped a foot up against the table and began picking at his toenails with a hairpin. Lecter didn’t need to be a trained psychiatrist, not that it has actually helped, to know that the game had finally, after eighteen gruelling hours, been won. Before the match started, he had carefully nicked each card in the deck so he could identify them on the spot, and the Joker held a measly pair of twos. The two of hearts is about to be burned on the river, and with triple sevens Hannibal’s victory was guaranteed… “Two of Spades”, the turn card came up. Lecter might’ve felt nervous, considering the joker’s extraordinary luck, if he didn’t know the final two has long been discarded. “Aaaand, the moment of truth”, the Joker cackled, as he suddenly sat upright and began drumming his index fingers on the table. *It’s a King of Clubs*, Lecter thought to himself… as a Guarantee claim card came up. The only sign of surprise Lecter showed was a slight twitch of his right eyebrow. The Joker, meanwhile, blew up in laughter, “HAHAHAHA, you probably thought victory was guaranteed” Hannibal shot the Joker a cold look and said dryly, “ I guess I didn’t get rid of all the Jokers” “Now, now, Hanni boy”, the joker gasped between bouts of laughter, “you know the rules DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,234
30
2,264
852
1,316
2,168
6
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1231 RESPONSE0: Batman descends through the darkness of the warehouse to once again capture an unconscious Joker. Smoke and the muffled cries of the wounded rise up to engulf him. "So many times," he thinks, "so many times I've done this." He grunts softly as he lifts the Joker's unconscious form, breathes deep before rising swiftly. "I can't stop him. He'll just keep on coming. He needs to be contained. " Batman's shadow curls over the Joker's face as Batman whispers to him: "Time for you to meet your analyst." *** Joker wakes in his cell. Familiar rents in the walls and the tiring attempts to hide cameras and microphones make him sit up with a little less spring than he would normally present to the world. Everything the same. Again. "I'm tired of this game, Bats. We'll have to write our final chapter soon enough." He'd barely finished speaking before the bustle of many little helpers stopped outside his door. "Commissioner Gordon, what a pleasant surprise! How kind of you to drop by. Perhaps you're here to fluff my pillows? Or perhaps finally lose it completely and beat me to death with your favorite truncheon? That's it there, isn't it, in your holster?" Gordon remained impassive and something in the way he didn't curl his lip cut Joker's laugh short. "I'm doing this as the result of an order that I strongly dispute. However, I am required by law to inform you that you are to have a cellmate." Gordon raised a hand to forestall the inevitable outburst. Joker, utterly delighted at this new game waved a royal permission and Gordon continued through gritted teeth. "I do not believe any good can come out of this, no matter the result." Gordon looked down at his feet, his words trailing off. "This pairing of the two of you is an ill thing, and only ill can come of it. I can only apologize for my role in this act of inhumanity." Joker had listened carefully but he could hear no whisper of a lie in DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,253
11
2,264
220
2,388
2,168
1,231
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1226 RESPONSE0: i actually read it thinking of ledgers joker with hamills voice. would be so interested to see these two together DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,262
2
2,264
2,143
25
2,168
1,226
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1231 RESPONSE1: Two things.. Perhaps in this Hannibal/DC universe, in this conversation, Gordon and Batman have deduced the probablity that the missing/escaped mobster that Batman scared into the waste pool was who became the Joker, and just needed evidence, so tried to find a mastermind to coax it out of him rather than accuse him straight forward. And secondly, it ends with Gordon asking Lecter where the victims and bombs are located, and Lecter with-holding the info.. Wasn't good ol' Jim recording the (oddly one-sided) repartee?! side note: Joker relaying "Touche Jimmy" to Gordon means he was onto the game. Every action would have been part of his act to misdirect, making him victorious for fooling Lecter. SELECTION:
0
2,262
2,264
2
2,001
2,168
167
3
1,231
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1225 RESPONSE1: Please keep this going. I was quite intrigued SELECTION:
0
2,263
2,264
1
2,159
2,168
9
3
1,225
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1226 RESPONSE0: This. Is. Awesome. DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,162
6
2,168
1,226
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1226 RESPONSE0: Dude can you make this a book? I would definitely read this more than once just because of how awesome it is. DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,143
25
2,168
1,226
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1226 RESPONSE0: Neat DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,166
2
2,168
1,226
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1227 RESPONSE0: I would eat your liver but you taste funny DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,159
9
2,168
1,227
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1227 RESPONSE0: you taste funny DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,164
4
2,168
1,227
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1227 RESPONSE1: My only complaint is that I don't believe Joker would have been so easily manipulated he is always scheming and plotting so he would know one when he sees it and play it to his advantage SELECTION:
0
2,263
2,264
1
2,129
2,168
39
3
1,227
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1227 RESPONSE0: So cool DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,166
2
2,168
1,227
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1229 RESPONSE1: They can't do it in a prison cell. They have mutual enemies. They would take an instant liking to each other and plan their exit strategy together. A caper movie with quirks. SELECTION:
0
2,263
2,264
1
2,129
2,168
39
3
1,229
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1230 RESPONSE1: This food tastes... Funny. Yeahhhhhhhha! SELECTION:
0
2,263
2,264
1
2,156
2,168
12
3
1,230
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1230 RESPONSE1: I choose the Joker, his mind is too far gone to be capable of falling for Hannibal's mind games. However, I think that if they ever did interact they would have a relationship like the [ventriloquist and scarface](http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Ventriloquist_%26_Scarface_(The_Batman)). Except Hannibal being the ventriloquist would not be so timid. SELECTION:
0
2,263
2,264
1
2,076
2,168
92
3
1,230
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1231 RESPONSE0: First off I'd like to say it was a great read. My only concern was I kept loosing track of which Hannibal Lecter voice I was reading the Dialogue in. Sometimes I felt the dialog sounded like Anthony Hopkins and other times it sounded like Mads Mikkelsen. Am I the only one that had this issue? DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,102
66
2,168
1,231
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1233 RESPONSE1: I feel like mark hamill's joker would be the only way to go for this. Ledger's joker just wouldn't cut it really. Don't get me wrong both are amazing but hamill's is what really made the joker one of my favorite villains of any universe. Not too mention he is a badass voice actor in general. SELECTION:
0
2,263
2,264
1
2,097
2,168
71
3
1,233
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1233 RESPONSE0: What, exactly, is good about this? DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,159
9
2,168
1,233
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1238 RESPONSE1: Saving for later SELECTION:
0
2,263
2,264
1
2,163
2,168
5
3
1,238
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1239 RESPONSE0: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZVdR19E5mU DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,146
22
2,168
1,239
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1244 RESPONSE0: Excellent Job. My only suggestion is make lector more brutal. That's what he is. Leave him do something outrageous that Gordon would never expect. DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,137
31
2,168
1,244
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1244 RESPONSE0: "Finally, someone who makes sense." DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,160
8
2,168
1,244
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1253 RESPONSE0: Honestly Joker would most likely be putting a show and playing along then finally show how much he really doesn't care about his past or regard for human life. I mean Batman would of done it if it were so easy like this. DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,122
46
2,168
1,253
3
SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=1268 RESPONSE0: Brilliant. Well played DELAY1=3 RESPONSE1: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** SELECTION:
1
2,263
1
2,264
2,162
6
2,168
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SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1 SELECTION:0 SELECTION:1[WP][film-script] Hannibal Lecter an the Joker try to manipulate eachother, you choose who wins. DELAY0=3 RESPONSE0: [EDIT: Wow, a month after writing this for fun it blew up overnight. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Time for a bit of self promotion: For those of you who would like to see a continuation (And perhaps more of my original stuff in the future?) I'd love to expand it and put it up on [my blog](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/). Seriously though guys, thank you. I've never been this excited about writing something in a long time. A continuation will come soon! Ideas for a title of this "series" would be cool to hear!] [EDIT2: Wow! Gold too! Thank you so much! This kind of response really deserves an expansion on the material. Check out my blog and keep up with the posts I put up. With you guys reading, it gives me a great motivator to keep working on this. I'm not just a one trick pony, I'm currently working on a video series based around 100 of my favorite movies as a follow up to my [Top 10 Favorite Superhero Movies](http://youtu.be/voYU_qqTPCc). I also do a bunch of other stuff with my blog. [Here is an update with details on the follow up story!](http://themattcostaproject.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/ive-finally-gone-viral-welcome-new-readers/)] *INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM - EVENING* **The hallways are dark. Eerie. Four thuggish guards escort a lone patient, HANNIBAL LECTER, to his new cell. Three guards carry high caliber weapons.** **The door opens, weapons click, the guards stand facing the prison Lecter is to be placed in.** **After a beat, the door opens, a guard speaks up. His name, SGT. HANSON.** *SGT. HANSON:* (nervous) No sudden moves clown... **A ghastly voice echoes from the cell.** DELAY1=1307 RESPONSE1: I know this is so late. But i enjoyed doing this. It was the smell that his him hardest, the putrefied yellowing rotting milk, infiltrating the cortex of his brain howling into the darkness of his consciousness. Ripped pornographic magazines littered the floor, stained pages curling at the edges of insanity broken beautiful girls with dead eyes tossed aside in fits of self-gratification. Dampness welled around the edges of his misty consciousness the rot of the floor crept up his legs tendrils of corrosion winding itself around him, penetrating to the centre of his being corrupting, infiltrating, and corroding. The wooden boards below, damp with mould and decay was a stark contrast the bleached ceramic tiles of Arkhams high security wing the Lector has just been wheeled into. “Welcome to the madhouse freak” the guard whispered into Hannibal’s facemask. A racking cough crippled the guard hunching over as the stale air swept over them as the cell was pealed open. Momentarily a goggled face appeared in Lectors vision, and the restraints around his ankles and wrists vanished. Hannibal gravitated from the plinth of the transportation unit, icy blue emeralds of calculating systematic manipulation turned towards the guard glittering in in his sunken eye sockets. As the door swung ominously closed and the final click of the shutter in place. Then he was there. Exploding from the blood covered sheets of the bed, a grin wide, white makeup, green sparkling eyes the clown prince the rabid dog the Harlequin of Hate, the Ace of Knaves. A furious attack, no words, no context anger hate and fury filled the stale air. A huge lolling tongue slobbering from the side of a giant grin, blistering green eyes spinning in their sockets. He was eating him, tearing strips of flesh from his stomach, biting down snapping, tearing feasting. Blood and gristle crunching exploding inside the barely human maw. A giant mouth wider than ever possible, more teeth than could possibly fit in a human mouth it wasn’ SELECTION:
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1
205
1
206
0
9
9
1,225
1,225
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205
1
206
3
6
9
1,226
1,225
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16
9
25
1,225
1,226
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1
206
7
2
9
1,226
1,225
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0
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206
1
0
9
9
1,225
1,227
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0
205
206
1
5
9
4
1,225
1,227
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1
30
9
39
1,225
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205
206
1
7
9
2
1,225
1,227
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205
1
206
30
39
9
1,229
1,225
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205
1
206
3
12
9
1,230
1,225
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1
205
1
206
83
92
9
1,230
1,225
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205
206
1
57
9
66
1,225
1,231
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1
205
1
206
62
71
9
1,233
1,225
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205
206
1
0
9
9
1,225
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206
1
4
9
5
1,225
1,238
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13
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22
1,225
1,239
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22
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9
1,244
1,225
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206
1
1
9
8
1,225
1,244
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9
46
1,225
1,253
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205
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1
3
9
6
1,225
1,268
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1
745
9
754
1,225
1,307

This repo consists of data downloaded from reddit.com/r/writingprompts

prompt_responses_full.csv

  • There are 193842 prompt responses in the file, and they together represent the 10 years of submissions prior to March, 13th, 2020.

I gather the following metadata for each top-level comment response to a submission story prompt:

  • prompt_id: int
    • The id of the Reddit submission that the writing prompt is from according to the Reddit API.
  • prompt: str
    • The text of the writing prompt.
  • prompt_score: int
    • The total karma score of the Reddit submission that the writing prompt is from.
  • prompt_created_utc: int
    • The prompt creation time in Unix epoch seconds
  • response_id: int
    • The id of the Reddit comment containing the response to the writing prompt.
  • response: str
    • The text of the response.
  • response_score: int
    • The total karma score of the Reddit comment that the given response is from.
  • response_created_utc: int
    • The response creation time in Unix epoch seconds.
  • response_rank: int
    • The index of the response in the list of responses for the given prompt sorted according to response_score from highest score to lowest.
  • num_responses: int
    • The total number of responses to the given prompt.
  • response_children: List[str]
    • The subcomments on the comment containing the given response to the given prompt.

comparisons_train.csv and comparisons_test.csv

The comparison data is extracted from pairs of responses for a given prompt.

  • There are 35200 comparisons in comparisons_test.csv and 334704 comparisons in comparisons_train.csv
  • The comparisons dataset is filtered to remove comparisons between responses with an absolute difference in score less than 100.
    • This is to ensure that comparisons are only made between responses that have a significant quality difference.

In particular, each row in the comparisons dataframe consists of the following:

  • comparison: str
    • The comparison string consists of the writing prompt, the first response, and the second response, separated with labels, and padded on the left to 1023 tokens.
  • truth: int
    • 0 if the first response has a higher score, 1 if the second response has a higher score (note that there are no ties because of the minimum score gap constraint)
  • prompt_id: int
    • The id of the Reddit submission that the writing prompt is from according to the Reddit API.
  • prompt: str
    • The text of the writing prompt.
  • zero_id: int
    • The id of the Reddit comment containing the first response in the comparison.
  • one_id: int
    • The id of the Reddit comment containing the second response in the comparison.
  • zero_response: str
    • The text of the first response in the comparison.
  • one_response: str
    • The text of the second response in the comparison.
  • score_gap: int
    • The absolute difference between the score of the first response and the score of the second response.
  • zero_score: int
    • The score of the first response.
  • one_score: int
    • The score of the second response.
  • tokens_gap: int
    • The absolute difference between the number of tokens in the first response and the number of tokens in the second response.
  • zero_tokens: int
    • The number of tokens in the first response as measured by the gpt2 tokenizer
  • one_tokens: int
    • The number of tokens in the second response as measured by the gpt2 tokenizer
  • zero_delay: int
    • The number of hours elapsed between the Reddit submission containing the prompt and the Reddit comment containing the first response.
  • one_delay: int
    • The number of hours elapsed between the Reddit submission containing the prompt and the Reddit comment containing the second response.
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