Tyson J
Craving the Game
Falling asleep in the plush, over-sized armchair after hours and hours of grueling battle at Black Ops the incubus enters his subconscious. At first, the boy thinks he is in a dream like state but quickly realizes the video game fantasy laid out before him is more of a nightmare. He has just beaten his top score when things become dark and horrific. The ecstasy he felt from reaching the zenith of the game and turning it off is overshadowed by the unbelievable danger in front of him. After turning off the game console, the controller somehow unplugged itself and took on a life of its own, revealing properties of animism. The game controller now resembled more of a gigantic, black snake than a video game apparatus. The plug of the controller had red slits for eyes and a red slithering serpent 's tongue coming from its mouth. The boy was almost comatose from shock until the controller or should we say hideous constrictor lunged and struck at the boy. He darted backwards just in time to miss the serpents foul lash. The constrictor that was a controller coils part of its body, preparing itself for a massive strike. The boy is frightened, void of any of the heroic qualities of the characters in the video games he plays. If only he were a Duke Nukemm, Red Dead Revolver, or Ninja Gaiden he could shoot and slash the serpent back to the cavernous confines of the dark ages. Lacking any video game character strength, he does the only thing he can do, dodge and duck the striking snake. Then the mouth of the controller opens and the fangs of the serpent rear themselves open full hinge and its timing a move and its proceeding in its aggressive attack and then as the boy starts to dive for an escape a pair of soft hands shake the shoulders of the boy and wake him to crawl into bed for the night.
Strobist:
SB-800 camera left @ 1/16 with blue gel pointing at controller
Qflash camera left @ 1/32 pointing at plug
Fill card camera right
Sync cords
Craving the Game
Falling asleep in the plush, over-sized armchair after hours and hours of grueling battle at Black Ops the incubus enters his subconscious. At first, the boy thinks he is in a dream like state but quickly realizes the video game fantasy laid out before him is more of a nightmare. He has just beaten his top score when things become dark and horrific. The ecstasy he felt from reaching the zenith of the game and turning it off is overshadowed by the unbelievable danger in front of him. After turning off the game console, the controller somehow unplugged itself and took on a life of its own, revealing properties of animism. The game controller now resembled more of a gigantic, black snake than a video game apparatus. The plug of the controller had red slits for eyes and a red slithering serpent 's tongue coming from its mouth. The boy was almost comatose from shock until the controller or should we say hideous constrictor lunged and struck at the boy. He darted backwards just in time to miss the serpents foul lash. The constrictor that was a controller coils part of its body, preparing itself for a massive strike. The boy is frightened, void of any of the heroic qualities of the characters in the video games he plays. If only he were a Duke Nukemm, Red Dead Revolver, or Ninja Gaiden he could shoot and slash the serpent back to the cavernous confines of the dark ages. Lacking any video game character strength, he does the only thing he can do, dodge and duck the striking snake. Then the mouth of the controller opens and the fangs of the serpent rear themselves open full hinge and its timing a move and its proceeding in its aggressive attack and then as the boy starts to dive for an escape a pair of soft hands shake the shoulders of the boy and wake him to crawl into bed for the night.
Strobist:
SB-800 camera left @ 1/16 with blue gel pointing at controller
Qflash camera left @ 1/32 pointing at plug
Fill card camera right
Sync cords