ITT we write a screenplay together [NSFW]
BLADE 4: THE RECKONING Y'ALL
written by: Flounder and 3dmm.com Ext: Blade stands atop a building in modern day New York city looking totally black, totally badass, totally fucking goon, wielding a sword like he's probably about to kill shit ![]() VO: Sixteen long years i've been on mah hussle. Smokin' blunts, findin' God and keepin' these streets safe from bloodsuckas with mah gay lil' moustache...but is it enough? (take it away) |
Still standing on a building looking totally badass ![]() Blade (aloud): Woah! Aw shit! |
Blade walks over to the fridge, he grabs a beer and opens it with one of his nipples. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() You ain't shit ![]() ![]() some mother fuckas alwayz tryin' to ice-skate up hill |
![]() "I saw what you did to that tigerman... I love a man who can tame a tigerman." ![]() "..." |
* credits *
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* ...intro credits *
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pff...i guess
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Blade walks out of a hotel room and stops to catch the lift, he squeezes his penis once before riding the elevator down to the lobby.
* elevator door opens, Blade steps out * ![]() "get a whiff of this, bitches. this is what a man smells like. * Blade slowly walks through the lobby towards the exit * ![]() excuse me sir, Mr. Blade, is it? it appears that your credit card is not valid, unfortunately we will have to- ![]() ![]() |
![]() ![]() "it appears your HEAD isn't valid." ![]() "WHOA!!! You can't fuckin' do that in here!! nigga, is you crazy??!" ![]() |
int: Blade walks into his Blade headquarters to find Whistler
![]() Whistlaaa ![]() Shut the fuck up kid. Look, i've been slayin' vamps since you were playin' with GI Joes and fartin' in the bathtub, now these vamps are HUNGRY, kid. Hungier'n a mean ol' bulldog haunched down in front of a country breakfast with biscuits n'gravy, eggies, bacon, grits, the works goddammit. You understand? ![]() ... ![]() All that wacky bullshit that just came out m'mouth went and got me horny, you wanna jack eachother off call it somethin' else? |
Suddenly there's a knock at the door of the Blade headquarter!
![]() Mr. Snipes? Oh, I'm sorry, looking at this sheet now it seems you have changed your name to "Blade." Either way, according to my paperwork, it appears that you've been evading your federal income taxes. These three bills you sent to the IRS in the amounts of $1,000,000 on November 30, 2000, $12,000,000 on January 18, 2001, and $1,000,000 on September 10, 2002 turned out to be fradulent under 18 U.S.C. § 287 and 18 U.S.C. § 2. Because of this I will need to have you- ![]() ![]() |
meanwhile...back inside blade headquarters
![]() Whistler...listen bro...I may be half vampire...but I ain't half faggot. ![]() * a single tear rolls down face * I promise you this, Blade... this will be the last tear I ever shed for you. ![]() so long... then. I guess. ![]() yeah, later. I guess. ![]() ![]() |
After the sex...
"Well shit, that wasn't too bad!" |
Blade, I'm afraid you now have AIDS. From slam-dunking your dick. |
![]() * pew pew pew * ![]() ![]() "If I have AIDS, how come you're the one that's dying, doc?" |
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![]() ![]() ![]() You, sir, are under arrest for the murder of Doctor John Badwey. You' going away for a long time, nigger. ![]() ![]() Oh snap. Wrong house... |
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![]() ![]() A'RIGHT WHICH ONE YOU MUTHAFUCKERS TOUCHED MY SWORD??? |
this thread had me howling with laughter
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I would see this movie at least 3 times in theaters.
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very nice!
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