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Oh. I was reading way deeper into it than that lol. For instance- Shaw- "I am dead, done and outta here!" Daniels- "David, what do you see in her you don't see in me?" I like the OP though- it gives way to some interesting dialogue scenarios.
I don't often complain about CGI, but these stills sort of show some weakness. However, these scenes look pretty good when played in real time. The hindquarter muscles and gaps in the lumbar spine area look very odd- it is an Alien though. I cannot un see it now.
@dk its the new meme called Guy checking out another girl.
And whole internet is crazy with it.
@JakeBranson Me gusta.
I don't get it. Is this referencing something or just silliness? I can come up with some strange subtexts if I look at this very long.
It looks as though the xeno should lay off the cardio and stop skipping leg day. Definitely not a powerful build unless its power to weight is that of a grasshopper.
Happy Father's Day to our Australian members!
It occurs to me that my ALIEN collection is pretty much non-existent, should look into fixing that. :)
Especially now that video stores are extinct.
I have it and have yet to dive into the extras- but there are lots including a couple parodies, one from Family Guy.
^ Just ordered this one for myself :-)
If it means we get more films and novels etc. I'll be happy
The box set has digital copies of all theatrical releases of the movies and all extended cuts on blue ray only.
If you are looking for all the extras and have Prometheus and AC on blue ray already and are not interested in digital copies, the best bet is to get the Alien blue ray anthology:
FOX continues to milk it.
seahorse or serpant. Possibly head on each end.
Something that means "Ying / Yang" only a different but similar image
Have no clue really
As I sit here, continuing to build ALIEN: Manticore towards it's conclusion, I've been pondering the influences that show in it.
I have to admit, there is some influence from AvP, the pyramid structure. Well, insofar as the 'feel' of being in the dark, possibly alone, and not really knowing which way is out while Nasty Things are out and about.
Frankly, the folks in AvP had a MUCH easier time of it than what I'm putting my characters through. :D
Oh, and my characters don't have any friendly Predators to help them out.
AvP-R...I don't hate it, there's bits and pieces I do like about it. EG; I did enjoy the rainy street scene where the aliens were picking off soldiers, to me that stated how excellent they are at stalking, using available cover to hide behind, and how sneaky/stealthy they are.
In the end, I take the AvP movies as pure Stand-Alone works, action films with some cool things to complicate matters and give some fear-thrill.
But I don't really consider them to be ALIEN in feel, tone or substance.
Allow me to defend the AVP films as I love them for what they are. Too bad so many Alien fans seem to treat them as a whipping boy. So for me there are Seven awesome films and the most recent abomination I won't count as #8. Dark knight was well done but most studios can't replicate that quality wether it's a hero or horror. They(studio) elites live in a bubble and just have very poor management when evaluating creative talent, imo.
aaaaaaand....gonna have to do some editing to factor this in to ALIEN: Manticore.
For the sake of Completeness, and as a gesture of Respect to the Animated Series and the wonderfully talented people behind them!
Very cool pics, and I agree with the Novelties ideas!! Baby Facehugger Paperweight, anyone? :D
Put that on your desk at work, yeah it'll get attention and help you find fellow ALIEN geeksters. :)
Loved the pics of the Protomorph, needed those for proper study of the critter for ALIEN: Manticore 'Paradise'.
David left behind at least 4 live eggpods, sooo...
In my works, there's a HUGE difference between The Alien and the Protomorph. No real way I can have them square off vs each other, but the characters will definitely notice and remark on the differences.
The Protomorph, it's chilling, it's truly like something from some deep nightmare.
OH, I love these...
One of the nice things about writing is one can revisit and summon forth unused Concepts, or if not, gain some inspiration from them.
I'm getting plenty of raw inspiration-material here, TY for posting these pics!!
I loved this one even more, I think Ridley would be proud if you, can't wait for episode 3
That last scene with the Ultramorph/Deacons stalking in the darkness is amazingly chilling!
OMG...I love it, watched it a dozen times already!!!
The scurrying Neomorph is aces ;)
Thank you so much guys, what a treat!
CALL: I don't like Army
Great work- really adds ideas Prometheus should have addressed from the get go and makes it better. Thanks for creating this!
VRIESS: (to Call) What's the matter?
Agreed, exactly, yeah. And as ST is falling back into the story-habits that killed the franchise and necessitated a reboot, well...the writing's on the wall.
Blackwinter-witch I would rather let it it be. Same goes for things like Twilight Zone and Matrix. Things get diluted the more they get milked.
Johner- That ain't what I'm hungry for.
Thank-you for reading!! :) Thank-you also for your kind words and praise, I'm glad you enjoyed it!!
The egg-morphing, to me it is a Signature element of the franchise, as it's so ALIEN, and breaks from the 'comfortably terrestrial' models and ideas of reproduction.
I know I've been away of late, so I wanted to show folks that I've not been idle. :D
PEREZ: I think you'll find our accomodations somewhat spartan. Although the cook sets a good table.
I'm not sure ST can be, or should be saved. I think it's run it's course, but your idea has merit, and would be worth a try...IF proper writers were involved.
Brilliant. You continue to raise and surpass even your own lofty standards each time you post a new excerpt :-)
As always, a deep and insightful snippet into your rich Alienverse world(s). Love the egg-morphing
Johner- Hey, you You got any whores on this vessel? Any loose women with bad eyesight? (LOL!)
Blackwinter-witch I think it would have worked better to have the ST reboot springboard into episodic seasons via Netflix/Amazon- back to the ways of TOS and NG et all. Not as much revenue I suppose.
The cuts are there but I see no mention of extras- perhaps implied? Hopefully you understand my not physically opening them). All I can find is that the movies are all on disc. The extended cuts of the quadrilogy don't seem to be available on digital copy. I don't even see mention of extras on the steel box.
ALIEN: Manticore (Excerpt) SEPT 05 2017
EXCERPT START***********
Meers was in agony, the explosion of the flamethrower’s fuel tank had scorched his legs badly, but that was irrelevant in the face of deeper, more visceral agonies wracking his body.
He prayed for death, to any and all deities that might choose to listen, be they good, evil or inscrutably indefinable. No answers to his pleas came, and he wept for himself, for his fate, uncaring about anything beyond his own hell of suffering which grew steadily worse with glacial progress.
He didn’t truly understand what was happening to him on anything but the most basic level. He’d watched it happen to some others from the last expedition he’d led from the lander, horror-struck and silently begging to go insane, or die, so long as it was an escape from the vile reality he was being made to accept.
He’d seen the people he knew brought in by the creature, screaming, struggling and having no effect on them whatsoever as they were handled with an effortlessness that spoke of terrible strength. He’d seen limbs broken with accidental ease that made Humans seem as fragile in comparison to the creature as a daddy longlegs spider was to a Human.
One by one, they’d been brought here, pushed into thick nests of some kind of strange resinous material that adhered instantly, and the victim’s struggling merely ensnared them more while the creature would mold the strange, acridly plastic-smelling material around the person’s forcibly fetal-folded legs as well as their shoulders, as had been done to him. Then it would harden, slowly, seemingly in response to the person’s struggles until you couldn’t move at all except to squirm helplessly in the grip of it.
Then, the creature would return, so close that the reek of something like a cross between freshly-made polymers in a factory and ammonia-laced shrimp that was turning bad. It’s tail would come up, the sharp hooklike tip would rise, then stab forward lightning-fast, into the unfortunate person’s abdomen, not too deeply, but deep enough to hurt terribly.
He remembered it, the sudden stabbing pain, then the sensation of it pulsing in the wound, and something coldly-liquid moving inside him from it. As bad as the act of penetration was, when the hooked tip was removed as quickly as it had entered was worse, and it left behind a clot of a dull green substance that rapidly gelled to a rubbery consistency in seconds, plugging and covering the wound.
Then, some time later, he’d felt a crawling sensation within him moving through his abdomen. He’d developed a fever with a skull-splitting headache, severe aches in his bones, torturous muscle spasms and a sensation like itching that spread throughout the inside of his abdominal region and up along the insides of his chest cavity. The pain and other unwanted sensations grew steadily worse as time passed. He’d listened to the others alternately swearing, screaming, shrieking, sobbing, begging for mercy, relief and death.
Time, hours or days he didn’t know as he lapsed in and out of consciousness, it grew quieter and quieter. Now, there was only the sound of his own desolated weeping and devastated moans in the almost-perfect darkness. He didn’t know where he was, only able to suspect it was some lower part of the alien building, and he could hear dripping, which told him there was a large body of water somewhere near in the darkness.
His eyes had grown accustomed as much as they could to the thick darkness, and he could turn his head enough to see where the others had been, now held nothing he could make out or recognize as human, save for the top of a head and corresponding face of someone he couldn’t recall the name of. Below the still, discloroed face was an ovoid, like the egg-pods he’d found along with others under the blue, glowing mist. The four flap were like two sets of lips, they were reaching up and he could see that in time they’d cover the top of the person’s head and then the ovoid pod would look exactly like the ones he’d seen before.
The sight prompted a thought, dread and he looked down at himself, seeing the same kind of pod, it’s still-growing flaps at the top of his chest, and then he knew in what manner was his fate to be. He mustered a weak, gaspy scream of rage and helpless frustration that ended in a horrid bout of mucous coughing, spitting and drooling slime from mouth and nostrils, realizing that he could no longer even feel his limbs, except from the pain that came from them.
He thought he saw something bright through the bleariness of his eyes, blinked rapidly to clear them, and realized it was a light, small and powerful, as well as a rotating orb covered in glowing red LEDs. The figure that walked below him seemed somehow familiar, recognizably female, with red hair long and tousled. She held something besides the light in her hands, but he couldn’t remember what it was called.
He tried to speak, succeeded in only making a wretched, mucous-bubbling sound, tried again, then again until finally he managed two words, whispered and desperate but not begging, it was a command he expected obedience to.
“Help. Me.”
Katherine stared in horrified wonder at the egg pods, some still incompletely formed. She could tell just by seeing what was happening, even if the science and specifics were beyond her current education. However she’d read through Smythe’s notes about the creature and his suspicions about it’s reproductive cycle.
The creature that they’d awakened had been busy. It’d been capturing survivors who’d remained in the building and brought them here, where it was semi-cocooning them, and did something to them that was converting their living body’s biomass into the same kind of egg-shaped pods they’d found above.
No mating, no hassles. It was just simple, straightforward, no-frills reproduction. She could see the advantage it would give a species as the number of offspring to replace and expand the population would be much lower. With every creature able to reproduce on it’s own, needing only a living host, the potential population growth characteristics would be enough to contest the mortality rate of even the most vicious environment imaginable.
As she scanned around with her light it appeared that the nest, or lair was seemingly unguarded, she guessed that it meant whichever of the creatures had made this one didn’t feel that others of it’s kind were a threat to it’s offspring, nor anything else being so either.
“Help. Me.” She heard in a weak but familiar voice as she brought her light back to the least-transmorphosed of the luckless people, then moved closer, eyes searching for details under the lank, sweat-soaked hair obscuring the badly discoloured face.
“Meers?” She inquired, not so transfixed by the discovery of him that she failed to continue minding her surroundings.
Two wretched-sounding attempts yielded an answer to her query.
“Yeah.” Meers bubbled, strangling on mucous again.
“You want me to help you, get you some medical?” She asked.
“Yeah, y’fuckin’ deaf, or…” He started to sound angry, then a bout of dreadful, thick-sounding coughing stopped his reply as he sounded as if he was trying to retch up his lungs.
She was certain now that it was without a doubt the man she hated the most in the universe, and a cruel smirk twitched at the corner of her mouth.
“Meers, it’s Katherine. You remember, don’t you? You liked to call me ‘Red’.” She said to him, managing to see his eyes and make eye contact through the fall of his hair over his face.
“Get me outta here, bitch.” Meers said, actually managing to sound threatening even with such a weak and slime-throated voice.
Katherine smirked fully, enjoying the sight of Meers finally achieving a state of usefulness in life.
“No.” She said, managing to compress an entire tirade about how he’d essentially killed everyone she ever cared about before being taken in by Captain Du’Maur and his crew. She would do anything to keep Meers from ever setting foor aboard Manticore and likely repeating his single-mindedly self-obsessed plans to achieve stellar wealth and fame in salvaging all he could from this world and the left-behind workings of the Engineers.
She eyed the other pods and the entire surroundings as far as her light could reveal as Meers strangled and choked in his rage, trying to speak past a clogged throat as he raged helplessly. She saw a blood vessel in the rotten-looking discoloured skin at his temple burst slightly, a heavy drip-run of blood happening down the side of his face. She could smell it, blood, but it had a foul, plastic smell to it as well, and also something like bile. It was thick in air that had formerly smelled only of water, age and stone.
She took one last look at Meers, the rage on his face, bared teeth and tears in his eyes then turned and walked toward the doorway leading back the way she’d come, the coughing and choke-strangling noises receding behind her as she left ‘captain’ Meers to his richly-deserved destiny as he tried and failed to curse her as she left him in the darkness.
In seeing Meers, she now realized that she had a mission to the people that comprised her future. Her job was to locate and find her people, then do all she could to get them and herself back to the ship safe and sound.
The past would die with Meers, down here in the darkest, loneliest place there was in the universe, and she was content to leave it there as she went forward to rendezvous with her future, scouter in tow.
EXCERPT END********
Are all the versions in this collection the standard theatrical cuts do you know??
Right at the 'landing area' when you first come to a Thread, I figured I'd do it that way, save folks some scrolling.
I'm about to post another Excerpt, and that'll be posted normally. :)
Order received. It comes with collector cards, digital copy codes and the actual set is about half as thick as the pic in the OP. Still- it's about content.
Bump...as there is an update on things. :)
Agreed.
ST 2009 = Good, enjoyed it.
Into Darkness = Mainly I liked Cumberbatch's villian, got a lot of ideas from his version of Khan.
Beyond = wow, 3rd movie and 'Hey, let's kill the Enterprise in yet another battle where it's hopelessly outmatched!'
That's when I said 'Bye' to Star Trek, as the Kelvin's scene involved a lot more ship combat and such than the Enterprise has seen in 3 films, and performed better even while getting pounded into wreckage.
I am sick of seeing The Enterprise being used as nothing more than a big sitting-duck for some over-powered enemy.
Narada
Vengeance
Swarm ships
Yeah, Paramount's fetish for hopeless situations vs Uber-enemies poisoned me against the whole ST franchise.
