Storme the Toad Crusher (or How Storme Unravels the SIMstress)
by Jaclyn Powell
EXT. FANTASY LAND OF THE TOAD KINGDOM - NIGHT
A yellow-green TOAD-QUEEN slouches on a throne, her legs and
feet dangle, not reaching the ground. A crown held by sparse
clumps of hair sits askew on her head.
Her muscular arms hold a mitre with lasers that she swings
about, aimed at nothing, and a chalice that she sips green
Tied to a stake at the Toad’s feet is MELANIE’S avatar,
SWOONYI MA, with round, lavender eyes and dress, sword at her
feet. She cries over a pool of her own tears.
TOAD-CREATURES descend from the throne, stepping over bodies
of fellow Toads. SOUNDS OF STEEL STRIKING STEEL. Heavy THUDS
as bodies hit the ground.
Save me Heroic, ere the Queen make
me her dinner!
A sword cuts through the air, preceding the first sight of
HEROIC TOFU as he lops off the head of a Creature.
Die you slimy bastard!
STORME, as Heroic Tofu, dressed like a Samurai, is six feet
two inches tall, windswept brown hair and eyes. He has a
chiseled jaw, no facial hair and stands with perfect posture.
HEROIC TOFU (CONT’D)
Swoonyi! I advance!
A Creature strikes Heroic’s sword and it falls from his hand.
Heroic reaches out and the sword flies back into his hand.
Heroic arches his back as a creature swings again, its sword
CLANGS against Heroic’s armored chest. Heroic swings at the
BRRRRR CROOAAAK BRRRRR CROOAAAK
The action on the monitor freezes as a text message appears.
ON THE MONITOR
Oh, so you’ve got time to play with
Melanie? Then you can make me
pancakes, chocolate chip. And don’t
forget to bring the groceries home
from work. List is in the kitchen.
INT. STORME’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Storme, SIGHS, takes a hit from his asthma inhaler and types.
ON THE MONITOR
Storme speaks into the microphone.
Sorry Melanie. Gotta go. Mom wants
Melanie stands up on screen, sword in hand and rolls her
Quelle surprise! Go ahead slave
boy. See ya around.
(into the headset)
I’m not her slave. Since Dad died she doesn’t
have anyone else.
Using her sword to punctuate her dialogue.
That’s what happens when you cut
out, cut off and abuse everyone in
Melanie throws down her sword.
I’m outta here. See you at work.
Storme SIGHS, sticks his retainer in its box and puts on his
glasses. Twenty-eight years old, he still looks like a boy.
He stands, the human version of Heroic Tofu, but with thick
facial hair and slouched like the perpetually downtrodden.
He reaches through the wires of his souped-up, hand built
tower and shuts off the computer. His hand and arm covered
The clock reads five am. He tosses an Anime printed comforter
over the bed and heads to the adjoining bathroom.
He SIGHS and sticks pictures of sports cars on a bulletin
board of WISHES, next to a picture of Melanie.
Writer's excerpt courtesy NYWIFT (NYWIFT.ORG)