Today was the first day of my week long film program. Got put into a group. Group brainstormed for ideas. Ideas are all utter **** that can't help but end in a cinematic disaster, such as:
A witch casts a smell over the local smelter that makes it emit a green gas. The gas turns everyone who breaths it into a zombie. Survivors escape into a haunted house with ****ing ghosts, and a radioactive beach, or something.
Title: The Walking Lead.
I **** you not.
Plebs.
On a brighter note, my baseball team mercy ruled Nelson, something like 18 to 1. That's three wins, a loss and a tie.
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