Re-run sheet: all 29 missing shots, budget-fitted

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 # RE-RUN SHEET — every missing shot, all three games (2026-08-01)
 Fully expanded prompts with character descriptions baked in — pure paste blocks.
 BUDGET (~1000cr): shoot EVERYTHING on Veo 3.1 FAST (ignore old Quality marks),
 1 take each first pass (~290cr), then spend the rest on second takes of the
 shots marked ♥ (the ones that carry their game). Attach the character cards
 named in [brackets] as well — cards + text together is the binding that works.
 Plain composer, no Agent panel, download everything as you go.
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 ## DEEP GROOVE project (2 shots — finishes the game)
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 dg_morningafter ⑂ [Duke + Chassis]
 Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. CHASSIS is a 1970s prototype domestic robot, unmistakably a machine: hourglass riveted chrome chassis, glass-domed head containing a softly glowing amber vacuum tube, frilled fabric maid apron worn over the chassis, articulated chrome limbs, a wisp of steam from a hip vent — never humanoid skin, always clearly a robot. A workshop at soft dawn light. Duke's velvet suit is immaculate but his
 medallion chain is inexplicably knotted; CHASSIS's chrome is polished to
 mirror finish and her dome tube glows a steady sunrise amber; she vents one
 perfect steam ring, which drifts across frame; Duke watches it go with the
 expression of a man rethinking his entire cosmology. The clip ends held on
 the drifting ring. Static two-shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.  ♥
 dg_needleskip [no characters]
 The neon strip scene judders violently sideways twice like a skipping
 record, tearing and repeating, then snaps to black. One-second transition,
 no people. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
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 ## THE MORPING HORROR project (3 shots)
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 mh6_action [Dez + Mildred]  ⑂(Omni Flash)  (the one rule of humanity)
 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. Mildred is a fat gray-striped tabby store cat with half-closed judgmental eyes and a white chest. The drained store's back room. Mildred the fat gray tabby sits precisely
 where her bowl should be, staring at Dez; he searches empty shelves in rising
 panic, finds one dented tin rolled under a crate, and pours it out; as she
 eats, warm color spreads outward from the cat in a soft circle like a
 campfire. Warm-centered wide shot. 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.
 mh7_action [Dez + The Deadstock Double]  ⑂⭐  (the booth)
 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 Deadstock Double looks exactly like Dez — tall black quiff, red flannel, headphones around his neck — but with colors slightly faded, posture too still, and a smile that arrives late; always behind or near glass, never monstrous. The listening booth in the drained store, fogged glass. Dez wipes the fog
 and finds himself already inside, wearing his face a half-second late; the
 Double raises its hand exactly as Dez raises his, palm to palm through the
 glass, and then the Double's smile arrives after Dez has stopped smiling.
 Slow push-in over Dez's shoulder into the reflection. 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.  ♥
 mh9_win ⭐ [Dez + Mildred]  ⑂
 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. Mildred is a fat gray-striped tabby store cat with half-closed judgmental eyes and a white chest. The record store as the etched white label plays: with each revolution color
 pours back aisle by aisle, the fluorescents steady, the aisles walk back
 into place ashamed of themselves, and Dez slides down the counter to the
 floor as Mildred climbs onto his lap uninvited; through the window,
 Tuesday's light finally moves. Long-held warm wide shot. The clip ends held
 on the two of them. 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.  ♥
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 ## BEYOND MORP project (24 shots — Act 3 + specials + car chase)
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 a1s2b_action [The Guy]  (the cat-food run IS a car chase)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A beige hatchback drives sensibly through quiet suburban streets at golden hour,
 filmed like a blockbuster car chase: screaming low angles on the hubcaps, The
 Guy's steely eyes in the mirror, a three-point turn shot like a handbrake
 drift with orchestral gravity, and an indicator blinking on in triumphant slow
 motion. Sweeping chase-camera coverage. 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.
 a1s2b_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A beige hatchback attempts a heroic parallel park at blockbuster speed and
 gently kisses the kerb; the hubcap pops off and rolls away in an endless
 tragic circle as The Guy grips the wheel, staring into the distance, a single
 bead of sweat falling. The clip ends held on the rolling hubcap. Low 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.
 a2s5_action ⑂ [The Guy + The Clerk(Dez)]  (Dave's door, recast — WORD 3: GLOBAL)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The Clerk is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, open red flannel shirt over a plain black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, white hi-top sneakers, silver headphones around his neck. A shop kitchen side door, harsh fluorescent light. The Clerk — a lanky young man
 with a tall black quiff, red flannel and headphones around his neck — squints at
 the door, delivers an entire monologue of skepticism with only his eyebrows,
 then shoulders the door open with casual violence and gestures The Guy through
 with two fingers, unimpressed. Static two-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.
 a2s5_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A shop kitchen, harsh fluorescent light. The Guy attempts to shoulder the side
 door heroically before it is unlocked and rebounds off it in full slow motion,
 spinning twice with theatrical grace before landing flat on his back on the
 tiles, limbs in a chalk-outline pose. The clip ends held on this frame. High
 angle. 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.
 a2s6_action ⑂ [The Guy + The Clerk(Dez)]  (the shop floor — the SET REUSE gag)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The Clerk is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, open red flannel shirt over a plain black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, white hi-top sneakers, silver headphones around his neck. Inside a cluttered record store with neon glow and a checkerboard floor —
 unmistakably the same set as a certain other movie, one shelf still toppled. The
 Guy strides in filming it like a discovered temple while The Clerk restocks a
 crate, notices the audience, pretends not to, and keeps working. Slow reverent
 dolly. 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.
 a2s6_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Inside the cluttered record store. The Guy dramatically fails to notice the one
 toppled shelf, trips over it at full heroic stride, and surfs face-first down an
 aisle on a cascade of records before coming to rest buried to the waist,
 upside-down, legs scissoring. The clip ends held on this frame. Tracking then
 static. 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.
 a3s1_action [The Guy]  (45-adapter ritual — WORD 4: AMBASSADOR)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A vintage wood-paneled listening booth, warm amber light, a glowing turntable
 console. The Guy holds a small plastic 45 adapter aloft with both hands like a
 holy relic as golden light rays burst from it, then lowers it onto the spindle
 in extreme slow motion, dust motes orbiting. Reverent close-up. 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.
 a3s1_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A vintage listening booth, warm amber light. The turntable rejects the adapter,
 which pings off the walls in ricocheting slow motion while The Guy dives after
 it with outstretched fingers, misses, and lands draped over the console as the
 adapter rolls to a mocking stop just out of reach. The clip ends held on his
 outstretched hand. 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.
 a3s2_action [The Guy]  (the eyepatch balloon)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The record store dance aisle, neon glow. A sad deflated balloon droops from a
 shelf; The Guy stretches an elastic band around it with surgical concentration,
 fashions a perfect eyepatch, and puts it ON HIMSELF, striking a battle-ready
 pose as wind machines blow his hair. Heroic low angle. 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.
 a3s2_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The record store dance aisle. The elastic band snaps back off the balloon and
 catches The Guy square between the eyes; he stands perfectly still for a beat,
 eyes crossing, then falls backward rigid as a plank into a display of records
 that collapses around him like applause. The clip ends held on this frame.
 Static wide. 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.
 a3s3_action ⑂ [The Guy + The Clerk(Dez)]  (the beaded curtain — WORD 5: VERSION)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The Clerk is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, open red flannel shirt over a plain black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, white hi-top sneakers, silver headphones around his neck. A record store counter at night, tense low light. The Clerk studies The Guy for
 a long moment, then wordlessly reaches under the counter; a beaded curtain
 behind him begins to glow and sway with tomb-opening gravity, beads clicking
 like a countdown, as The Guy's face fills with awe. Slow push-in through the
 parting beads. 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.
 a3s3_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A record store counter at night. The Guy attempts to walk through the beaded
 curtain before being invited and the beads constrict around him like a net,
 lifting him gently off the floor where he dangles rotating slowly, resigned.
 The clip ends held on the slow rotation. 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.
 a3s4_action ⭐ [The Guy]  (the white label — the MacGuffin)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A dim storeroom stacked with record boxes, one spotlight. A briefcase on a
 crate clicks open by itself, flooding the room with golden light; The Guy's awed
 face is bathed in the glow as he lifts out a pure white-sleeved record with
 both hands, holding it like a newborn, dust motes wheeling in the beam. It was
 always there. Slow orbital 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.
 a3s4_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A dim storeroom stacked with record boxes. The tower of boxes beside The Guy
 leans, pauses courteously as if waiting for him to notice, then buries him
 completely; the white-sleeved record flutters down and lands face-up on the
 pile, immaculate. The clip ends held on the record atop the pile. 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.
 a3s5_action [The Guy]  (the card terminal — bomb defusal)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A record store counter, harsh spotlight, sweat-drop tension. The Guy hovers a
 bank card over a chunky payment terminal shot like a bomb-defusal: extreme
 close-ups of his eyes, the card trembling, one bead of sweat falling in slow
 motion — then the gentle tap, a soft green glow, and his knees buckle with
 relief. Intercut close-ups. 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.
 a3s5_death [The Guy]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A record store counter, harsh spotlight. The payment terminal emits a single
 soft decline chime; the lights dim, a cold wind ruffles The Guy's hair, and he
 ages ten years on the spot, hollow-eyed, as the card slides from his fingers.
 The clip ends held on his thousand-yard stare. Slow push-in. 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.
 a3s6_action ⑂⭐ [The Guy + Becky]  (THE FIVE WORDS — the finale)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Becky is a superfan commander in her 20s: high ponytail, glitter war paint under her eyes, denim jacket armored with friendship bracelets and blank enamel pins, cargo skirt with water bottles and glow sticks, plain megaphone. The shop entrance at night, the wall of superfans swaying as one organism,
 Becky atop her milk crate, megaphone lowered. The Guy steps forward, plants his
 feet, and speaks five unheard words counted on his fingers, one by one, each
 finger-count landing like a thunderclap with a pulse of light, as the crowd's
 swaying gradually stills and every head tilts in unison. Epic slow push-in.
 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.  ♥
 a3s6_death ⭐ [The Guy]  (the Becky-grue — canon: never improvise the words)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The shop entrance at night. The Guy improvises, gesturing jazz-hands vaguely on
 the third finger-count; the crowd's heads all snap toward him at once, the
 streetlights die one by one down the block, and the last frame is his small
 gulp in darkness lit only by a hundred pairs of narrowed eyes. The clip ends
 held on the eyes. Static wide, darkening. 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.
 a3s7_win ⭐ [The Guy + Gerald]
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Gerald is a scrawny alley cat with one notched ear, patchy gray-brown fur, and narrowed unblinking eyes, never cute or plump. A suburban brick fence in golden dawn light. The Guy kneels and presents an
 opened cat-food can to Gerald with bowed head like a knight offering tribute;
 Gerald regards it, regards him, takes one unhurried bite, and permits a single
 head-bump against The Guy's outstretched hand as the sun crests the rooftops.
 The clip ends held on the head-bump. Reverent low angle. 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.  ♥
 a3s8_stinger ⭐ [The Guy]  (post-credits — Morp in the mirror)
 The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Interior of the beige hatchback at dawn, The Guy exhales in the driver's seat
 and checks the rear-view mirror: filling the mirror is a colossal serene
 god-face of swirling purple and gold energy with a halo of lens flares,
 infinitely calm, infinitely disappointed. The Guy blinks; the mirror shows only
 road. He drives. The clip ends held on the empty mirror. Static interior 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.  ♥
 bm_attract [no characters]
 Slow dolly across a suburban shopping strip at dusk toward one glowing record
 shop window, a wall of superfans swaying gently outside it, litter drifting
 cinematically, one distant streetlight flickering. Loopable mood shot, nothing
 else happens. 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.
 bm_needleskip [no characters]
 A suburban shopping strip scene judders violently sideways twice like a
 skipping record, images tearing and repeating with horizontal displacement,
 then snaps to black. One-second transition effect, no people. 1980s hand-drawn
 cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, film grain.
 No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs are blank.
 bm_sequelbait [no characters]  (THE MORPING HORROR 2 teaser — deliberately awful)
 Gritty desaturated rain on a night street, a silhouette morphing badly between
 shapes with cheap stretching, random lightning, an abrupt zoom on nothing. It
 looks worse than the game of the book of the movie of the game, on purpose. The
 clip ends on an abrupt cut to black. Handheld shaky shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel
 animation degraded toward murky 2000s grading, thick ink outlines barely
 visible, film grain heavy. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs are
 blank.
 bm_title ⭐ [no characters]
 A grand orchestral title sequence over a suburban shopping strip at dawn: five
 blank ornate title cards dissolve one into another, each more gilded and
 self-important than the last, each an abstract title-shaped block with no
 readable letters, the final card shattering into paper fragments that whirl
 toward the record shop. Sweeping aerial. 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.  ♥