Ricardo Llarena

Wandering Chronicler
by R.G. Llarena
Here is my contact information:
llarena72@hotmail.com

Page 1

Panel 1
Widescreen that stretches along three fifth parts of the page. We’re in the city of Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, during the second half of the XXI century. Imagine the city as you like, Rulo, and put in as many details as you want, just place it inside our country. We’re immersed in the streets of the city. Men and women of different ages walk in all directions as this is a highly transited zone. Many, but not all, are dressed with similar clothes as those of the “punk style”. The exact number of people that walks around the zone is your choice, Rulo, but in the middle of them we must see our protagonist, the Wandering Chronicler. The Chronicler is a man of white hair and a tired expression, a clear reflection that he has lived for many decades, although he still seems to be in good shape. The man is wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a white shirt a very tarnished suit and a funny hat like the one Charles Chaplin used. He is holding a small black box, similar to those traditional ones that can be seen sometimes at pubs or beaches, where the one carrying it offers “electrical shocks” for some money. The box has some buttons and a couple of levers as well as a small hole where the old man can project holovideos which have been previously saved in the box’s memory. Obviously we notice the Chronicler among all the people that walk around the street.

1 Caption (Narrator): A messenger of what happened yesteryear walks through the streets of the busy capital of the Free Associated Regiomontano State.

2 Caption (Narrator): A man who at an early age comprehended that every culture needs its past in order to continue living in the present.

3 Caption (Narrator): A firm believer in the power of memory living in a land where oblivion has embraced everything.

Panel 2
Widescreen that extends along the last two fifth parts of the page. We pull in towards the Chronicler until we see him in a Full Shot. The old man walks slowly, immersed in his thoughts. People walk beside him, ignoring him.

4 Caption (Narrator): A Wandering Chronicler.

Page 2

Panel 1
We pull in closer towards the Chronicler until we see him in a Medium close up. His expression reveals seriousness as he continues walking.

5 Caption (Narrator): The last of his kind.

Panel 2
Same shot as the last one. The Chronicler stops, like if suddenly some doubts about what he is going to do, start stalking him.

6 Caption (Narrator): For just an instant, he hesitates, maybe because of the rage produced as he saw how everything he once represented, was shattered, or by realizing that everything that once mattered to him is now lost.

7 Caption (Narrator): For an instant he believes that he is fighting a lost battle, he even considers that his actions are inconsequential.

Panel 3
Widescreen that extends along two fourth parts of the page. We open the shot. Suddenly, the determination of going ahead is seen again in the Chronicler’s expression.

8 Caption (Narrator): Just for an instant.

9 Caption (Narrator): Since he chose the path of the chronicler, he tried to understand the feelings of a nation.

10 Caption (Narrator): The nation that saw him come to life.

Page 3

Panel 1
Widescreen that extends along two fourth parts of the page. The Chronicler, with an expression of pain stamped in his face, holds his left arm with his right hand. A sudden and strong pain inside his chest tells him that his time in this world is about to end.

11 Caption (Narrator): The nation that today will see him die.

Panel 2
Medium Shot of the Chronicler.

12 Caption (Narrator): Determined to leave a legacy, he activates his “box of memories”, in which, for decades, he has been storing thousands and thousands of individual tales.

Panel 3
We still see the Chronicler, who is turning on his little machine.

13 Caption (Narrator): Stories that combine and start to form part of a huge mosaic, a greater whole that is…

Page 4 and Page 5 (Double Page)

Panel 1
The Chronicler’s box starts to project a very big holovideo. Many of the people that were walking around there marvel at what they are seeing. The holovideo is a collage that is composed of the following images: a rocker playing a guitar, a man dressed in a suit that is carrying a portfolio, an indigenous boy that is holding a beautiful alebrije, two gay men that are embraced in a hug, and old woman that is telling a story to her grandson, a charro, a woman that is dancing jazz, a young couple that are eating typical Mexican food, a girl that is reading a book and an indigenous woman that dances a traditional dance.

14 Caption (Narrator): The collective history of a nation.

15 Caption (Narrator): The Wandering Chronicler projects images of a country where differences were embraced and celebrated.

16 Caption (Narrator): Where the fundamental pillar of nationality was the inherent beauty of its diversity.

17 Caption (Narrator): A place where the ancestral traditions manifested daily in dozens and dozens of sounds, flavors and colors.

18 Caption (Narrator): He shows them a land where equity and justice ruled; a place where freedom of speech was considered like a holy dogma.

19 Caption (Narrator): He shows them a Mexico where no one ever lost the possibility of being…

20 Caption (Narrator): Simply of being.

Page 6

Panel 1
The chronicler is shown in the foreground, his strength is rapidly abandoning his body and he is forced to fall in his knees.

21 Caption (Narrator): Suddenly, all the decades that the Chronicler carries with him, strongly strike inside his chest.

22 Caption (Narrator) Anguished, not because of his dawn, but because he doesn’t want his fight to end with him, he desperately searches in someone’s gaze some kind of signal.

Panel 2
We see some of the people that are watching the old man. While the majority shows confusion in their expressions, a couple of them shed some tears because the Chronicler’s message has made them move their ideas.

23 Caption (Narrator): In some, very few, people he realizes that the active doubt is starting to appear in their expressions.

24 Caption (Narrator): Maybe one of them could manage to become the spinners of a new reality where they could precisely manage to manifest the sentiments of the nation.

Panel 3
Widescreen that extends along three fourth parts of the page, The Chronicler lies on the floor, life has abandoned him.

25 Caption (Narrator): However, the Chronicler can’t avoid his last thought to be one of utter sadness.

26 Caption (Narrator): He knows that the ones that didn’t move, even if a just a little, their ideas, probably never will. They are beings with all the possibilities to modify their surroundings; they are people who can achieve a real change.

27 Caption (Narrator): But who have never cared.

28 Caption (Narrator): Individuals who have been infected with a lethal sickness for the mind that has incapacitated them to dream. A sickness called…

29 Caption (Narrator): Passive certainty.

Praise The System by R. G. Llarena Here is my contact information: llarena72@hotmail.com Page 1 Panel 1 1 Caption (Damian in off): My name is Damian 1202 and I record my thoughts, as the law says, before initiating the euthanasia protocols. 2 Caption (Damian in off): For us, the inhabitants of MicroFord Systems City, there’s a constant in our lives: tomorrow is going to be the same as today. 3 Caption (Damian in off): Praise the System because it protects us and gives us security. 4 Caption (Damian in off): In 2089 life is good to us, the ones that belong to a corporation.Page 2 Page 2 Panel 1 5 Caption (Damian in off): Since I was a kid, just as every child in the city, I went to a learning center, where virtual professors measured my abilities and led me through the most convenient road for me. 6 Caption (Damian in off): Praise the System because it cares for us and decides what path we must follow in life. Panel 2 7 Caption (Damian in off): At the beginning and at the end of each working day, ten hours for six days a week, like the law has always said, I proudly sang, because it was my obligation and my right, the hymn that honored the corporation I belonged to. 8 Caption (Damian in off): Praise the System for allowing us to feel the inherent pride in knowing that we are part of a group. Panel 3 9 Caption (Damian in off): Every three weeks, according to what my supervisor ordered, I shifted to a new turn and met new collaborators. That way, my social life never interfered with my work. 10 Caption (Damien in off): Praise the System because it constantly oversees our future and welfare. Panel 4 11 Caption (Damien off): I remember with pleasure and pride the dozens of times that I was recognized as the employee of the week, always in front of the believers that went to fulfill the sacred dogmas of the corporation. 12 Caption (Damien off): Praise the System because it shows us the light and tells us what to believe in. Page 3 Panel 1 13 Caption (Damián in off): I infinitely thank the corporation for giving me seven years of pension, two more than the law says. I’ve been very happy during this retirement, observing all my memories, those that previously the matrix recorded during my life. 14 Caption (Damien): Praise the System for allowing this happiness in my existence’s dawn.Panel 2 15 Caption (Damian): I feel happy when I think that my family will be fine now that I’m going to the Sacred Euthanasia Chamber, as I know that my memory will be erased from their minds, a painless procedure due to the newest technologies, and I will never distract them from their obligations and responsibilities. 16 Caption (Damian): Praise the System for its infinity wisdom and compassion. Panel 3 17 Caption: It was a good life. If I lived it again, I would had tried to change just one thing. On that occasion when, accidentally, I heard a madman yell a phrase that grabbed my attention and, ashamed, never had the courage to ask what it meant. 18 Caption: If I had the opportunity, I would ask a supervisor what that madman tried to say when he yelled:Panel 4 19 Caption: Free Will 20 Caption: Praise the System









Wandering Chronicler by R.G. Llarena Here is my contact information: llarena72@hotmail.com Page 1 Panel 1 Widescreen that stretches along three fifth parts of the page. We’re in the city of Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, during the second half of the XXI century. Imagine the city as you like, Rulo, and put in as many details as you want, just place it inside our country. We’re immersed in the streets of the city. Men and women of different ages walk in all directions as this is a highly transited zone. Many, but not all, are dressed with similar clothes as those of the “punk style”. The exact number of people that walks around the zone is your choice, Rulo, but in the middle of them we must see our protagonist, the Wandering Chronicler. The Chronicler is a man of white hair and a tired expression, a clear reflection that he has lived for many decades, although he still seems to be in good shape. The man is wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a white shirt a very tarnished suit and a funny hat like the one Charles Chaplin used. He is holding a small black box, similar to those traditional ones that can be seen sometimes at pubs or beaches, where the one carrying it offers “electrical shocks” for some money. The box has some buttons and a couple of levers as well as a small hole where the old man can project holovideos which have been previously saved in the box’s memory. Obviously we notice the Chronicler among all the people that walk around the street. 1 Caption (Narrator): A messenger of what happened yesteryear walks through the streets of the busy capital of the Free Associated Regiomontano State. 2 Caption (Narrator): A man who at an early age comprehended that every culture needs its past in order to continue living in the present. 3 Caption (Narrator): A firm believer in the power of memory living in a land where oblivion has embraced everything. Panel 2 Widescreen that extends along the last two fifth parts of the page. We pull in towards the Chronicler until we see him in a Full Shot. The old man walks slowly, immersed in his thoughts. People walk beside him, ignoring him. 4 Caption (Narrator): A Wandering Chronicler. Page 2 Panel 1 We pull in closer towards the Chronicler until we see him in a Medium close up. His expression reveals seriousness as he continues walking. 5 Caption (Narrator): The last of his kind. Panel 2 Same shot as the last one. The Chronicler stops, like if suddenly some doubts about what he is going to do, start stalking him. 6 Caption (Narrator): For just an instant, he hesitates, maybe because of the rage produced as he saw how everything he once represented, was shattered, or by realizing that everything that once mattered to him is now lost. 7 Caption (Narrator): For an instant he believes that he is fighting a lost battle, he even considers that his actions are inconsequential. Panel 3 Widescreen that extends along two fourth parts of the page. We open the shot. Suddenly, the determination of going ahead is seen again in the Chronicler’s expression. 8 Caption (Narrator): Just for an instant. 9 Caption (Narrator): Since he chose the path of the chronicler, he tried to understand the feelings of a nation. 10 Caption (Narrator): The nation that saw him come to life. Page 3 Panel 1 Widescreen that extends along two fourth parts of the page. The Chronicler, with an expression of pain stamped in his face, holds his left arm with his right hand. A sudden and strong pain inside his chest tells him that his time in this world is about to end. 11 Caption (Narrator): The nation that today will see him die. Panel 2 Medium Shot of the Chronicler. 12 Caption (Narrator): Determined to leave a legacy, he activates his “box of memories”, in which, for decades, he has been storing thousands and thousands of individual tales. Panel 3 We still see the Chronicler, who is turning on his little machine. 13 Caption (Narrator): Stories that combine and start to form part of a huge mosaic, a greater whole that is… Page 4 and Page 5 (Double Page) Panel 1 The Chronicler’s box starts to project a very big holovideo. Many of the people that were walking around there marvel at what they are seeing. The holovideo is a collage that is composed of the following images: a rocker playing a guitar, a man dressed in a suit that is carrying a portfolio, an indigenous boy that is holding a beautiful alebrije, two gay men that are embraced in a hug, and old woman that is telling a story to her grandson, a charro, a woman that is dancing jazz, a young couple that are eating typical Mexican food, a girl that is reading a book and an indigenous woman that dances a traditional dance. 14 Caption (Narrator): The collective history of a nation. 15 Caption (Narrator): The Wandering Chronicler projects images of a country where differences were embraced and celebrated. 16 Caption (Narrator): Where the fundamental pillar of nationality was the inherent beauty of its diversity. 17 Caption (Narrator): A place where the ancestral traditions manifested daily in dozens and dozens of sounds, flavors and colors. 18 Caption (Narrator): He shows them a land where equity and justice ruled; a place where freedom of speech was considered like a holy dogma. 19 Caption (Narrator): He shows them a Mexico where no one ever lost the possibility of being… 20 Caption (Narrator): Simply of being. Page 6 Panel 1 The chronicler is shown in the foreground, his strength is rapidly abandoning his body and he is forced to fall in his knees. 21 Caption (Narrator): Suddenly, all the decades that the Chronicler carries with him, strongly strike inside his chest. 22 Caption (Narrator) Anguished, not because of his dawn, but because he doesn’t want his fight to end with him, he desperately searches in someone’s gaze some kind of signal. Panel 2 We see some of the people that are watching the old man. While the majority shows confusion in their expressions, a couple of them shed some tears because the Chronicler’s message has made them move their ideas. 23 Caption (Narrator): In some, very few, people he realizes that the active doubt is starting to appear in their expressions. 24 Caption (Narrator): Maybe one of them could manage to become the spinners of a new reality where they could precisely manage to manifest the sentiments of the nation. Panel 3 Widescreen that extends along three fourth parts of the page, The Chronicler lies on the floor, life has abandoned him. 25 Caption (Narrator): However, the Chronicler can’t avoid his last thought to be one of utter sadness. 26 Caption (Narrator): He knows that the ones that didn’t move, even if a just a little, their ideas, probably never will. They are beings with all the possibilities to modify their surroundings; they are people who can achieve a real change. 27 Caption (Narrator): But who have never cared. 28 Caption (Narrator): Individuals who have been infected with a lethal sickness for the mind that has incapacitated them to dream. A sickness called… 29 Caption (Narrator): Passive certainty.