From 156e44440866fefbbdc6756dc5a9f30e266d7fe9 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: m3ultra Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2026 23:39:21 +1000 Subject: [PATCH] Next-3 prompt sheet for the 50-credit top-up --- production/flow/NEXT_3_PROMPTS.md | 32 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 32 insertions(+) create mode 100644 production/flow/NEXT_3_PROMPTS.md diff --git a/production/flow/NEXT_3_PROMPTS.md b/production/flow/NEXT_3_PROMPTS.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f0e6030 --- /dev/null +++ b/production/flow/NEXT_3_PROMPTS.md @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +# NEXT 3 PROMPTS — 50 credits, highest value first +Each is a complete standalone paste block. Shoot in the project named. +Priority order: #1 completes a whole game; #2 and #3 complete matched +action/death pairs so the clips are immediately usable in an engine. + +Already shot from Side B (don't reshoot): the Expert action (4 takes) and +the bargain-bin coin surf (2 takes) — hence #2 and #3 below being their +missing partners. + +================================================================ +## 1. mhx7 — THE MORPING HORROR project [attach: Dez] +This is the LAST missing clip in The Morping Horror. Shooting it takes that +game to 100%. +================================================================ + +Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Inside the drained record store. Dez sprints down the looping aisle at full panic — and stops mid-stride, exhausted; he sits down cross-legged in the middle of the aisle as the loop keeps scrolling past him like a moving walkway, carrying him gently along past the same divider, again, and again; his breathing slows; he almost smiles. The clip ends held on him drifting with the loop. Static shot, background scrolling. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering. + +================================================================ +## 2. rsgb_expert_death — RECORD STORE GUY project [attach: Dez] +Partners the Expert action you already shot — gives Side B its first +complete playable customer. +================================================================ + +Inside the cluttered record store in the daytime, warm light, checkerboard floor. Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. The Expert is a small intense man in round glasses and a cardigan carrying a thick binder of notes, index finger permanently raised in correction. The Expert opens his enormous binder and begins reading aloud; the pages keep turning, and turning, the binder impossibly thick, as shadows sweep the store from day to night; Dez slides slowly down behind the counter until only his eyes remain visible. The clip ends held on the still-turning pages. Slow push-in on the binder. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering. + +================================================================ +## 3. t8s2_death — RECORD STORE GUY project [attach: Dez] +Partners the coin-surf you already shot — completes the Track 8 bargain-bin +scene so the bonus world has one full action+death pair. +================================================================ + +The bargain-bin dimension: a surreal landscape of enormous sun-bleached record sleeves leaning like monoliths, water-damaged covers curling like waves. Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. A tide of one-dollar coins buries Dez to the neck at the base of a discount crate; a huge round price-sticker shape descends from above and stamps gently onto his forehead, marking him down; his eyes cross to look at it. The clip ends held on the stamped tableau. Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.