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# MISSING PROMPTS — the two un-shot sets (2026-08-01)
Everything below is a complete standalone paste block: character
descriptions and full style line already inside each prompt.
PRIORITY 1 — THE MORPING HORROR: SIDE C (8 prompts).
Shoot in the THE MORPING HORROR project. Cards to attach where named:
Dez, Wal, The Double, Mildred (all already built in that project).
Fits your remaining ~8 sets exactly.
PRIORITY 2 — RECORD STORE GUY: SIDE B (15 prompts) — for August credits.
Shoot in the RECORD STORE GUY project. Only card needed: Dez.
The five customers are two-scene NPCs — NO cards needed, their full
descriptions ride inside the prompts.
Settings both sets: Omni Flash or Veo 3.1 Fast, 16:9, x3 output as you
have configured. Deaths end HELD on the tableau. Download as you go.
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## PRIORITY 1 — THE MORPING HORROR: SIDE C (8 shots)
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### mhx1 [attach: Dez]
Inside the drained record store, aisles stretching wrong. 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. Dez walks a looping aisle carrying the white-label record; every time he passes the endcap the store's layout has silently rearranged behind him — shelves swapped, counter moved — while the aisle ahead stays identical. Tracking shot with background changes between passes. 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.
### mhx2 [attach: Dez + Mildred]
Inside the drained record store. 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. Dez encounters a second identical Mildred sitting opposite the first; both cats stare at each other, then both turn in unison to stare at Dez; he backs away slowly and both heads track him at exactly the same speed. The clip ends held on the synchronized stare. Static symmetrical 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.
### mhx3 [attach: Wal] — Wal 1977 — the accident, implied only
A warm 1977 memory rendered in faded sepia inside the drained palette: a record mastering workshop, tape machines rolling. Wal is the ghost of a 1970s mastering engineer: a stooped older man in a brown cardigan, magnifying loupe on his forehead, faintly translucent at the edges like a double exposure, kindly and tired, never menacing. Wal, younger and solid rather than translucent, works the lathe with easy joy, cutting a master; he holds the fresh white label up to the lamp, satisfied — and the lamp flickers once, the frame stutters, and the sepia drains toward the cold palette at the edges. The clip ends mid-drain. Static 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.
### mhx4 [attach: Dez + Wal]
The drained record store's repair bench. 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. Wal is the ghost of a 1970s mastering engineer: a stooped older man in a brown cardigan, magnifying loupe on his forehead, faintly translucent at the edges like a double exposure, kindly and tired, never menacing. Wal slides a small paper note across the bench to Dez with two translucent fingers — the note he has waited decades to deliver; Dez picks it up and it is blank on both sides; Wal nods as though everything is now explained, and looks lighter. The clip ends held on Wal's relieved face. Static two-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.
### mhx5 [attach: The Double]
The dim listening booth, interior view, fogged glass. 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. Alone, the Double practices Dez's smile in the reflection of the booth glass — again, again, each attempt arriving a little closer to on-time — and on the final attempt it lands perfectly, and the Double stops, startled by itself. The clip ends held on its surprised face. Static 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.
### mhx6 [attach: Dez + The Double] — extra takes — the ending nobody expects
The drained record store at the counter. 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. ALTERNATE ENDING: Dez holds the booth door open; the Double steps out cautiously into the store; Dez hands it the shop keys with a shrug, walks into the booth himself, closes the door, puts his feet up and closes his eyes, at peace; the Double stands holding the keys with its late smile arriving exactly on time. The clip ends held on both. Static wide. 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.
### mhx7 [attach: Dez]
Inside the drained record store. 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. 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.
### mhx8 [attach: Mildred]
The drained record store, colorless and still. Mildred is a fat gray-striped tabby store cat with half-closed judgmental eyes and a white chest. Mildred walks alone through the looping aisle; where each of her paws lands, a small circle of warm color blooms in the floor and fades behind her like footprints in snow; she does not notice or care. The clip ends held on her walking away trailing fading color. Tracking shot behind her. 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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## PRIORITY 2 — RECORD STORE GUY: SIDE B (15 shots)
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### rsgb_haggler_action [attach: Dez]
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 Haggler is a wiry man in his 60s in a sun-faded windcheater and bum bag, holding a mint record with both hands like a lawsuit exhibit, face locked in theatrical outrage. The Haggler thrusts the record across the counter pointing at an invisible flaw, offering coins from the bum bag one coin at a time; Dez calmly points at the price sticker shape and does not blink; the standoff holds like a western duel. Static two-shot, 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.
### rsgb_haggler_death [attach: Dez]
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 Haggler is a wiry man in his 60s in a sun-faded windcheater and bum bag, holding a mint record with both hands like a lawsuit exhibit, face locked in theatrical outrage. Dez's resolve cracks and he nods a discount; instantly a dozen more identical hagglers materialize in a queue stretching out the door, each holding a record with both hands; Dez ages visibly as the camera pulls back down the endless queue. The clip ends held on the infinite queue. Pull-back 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.
### rsgb_wetthumb_action [attach: Dez]
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 Wet-Thumb Flipper is a broad man in a tight polo licking his thumb with relish before every record he touches, leaving a visible smudge on each sleeve. The Flipper works through a crate sleeve by sleeve, thumb to tongue each time in glistening close-up, while Dez vaults the counter in slow motion sliding a protective plastic sleeve across the crate like a goalkeeper save. Dynamic tracking 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.
### rsgb_wetthumb_death [attach: Dez]
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 Wet-Thumb Flipper is a broad man in a tight polo licking his thumb with relish before every record he touches, leaving a visible smudge on each sleeve. Dez arrives too late; the Flipper's thumb descends in extreme slow motion onto a mint white-sleeved record; the smudge spreads across the sleeve like ink in water, across the crate, up the walls, over the whole frame until everything is smudge. The clip ends held on the gray smudged world. Macro to 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.
### rsgb_tapper_action [attach: Dez]
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 Glass Tapper is a cheerful oblivious man in a hi-vis vest who taps display glass with one rigid finger, hard, repeatedly, at everything he likes. The Tapper taps the glass display case over the rare records — tap, tap, tap — each tap making Dez's eye twitch in close-up; Dez slides a felt cloth over the glass with surgical calm, deflecting the finger mid-tap. 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.
### rsgb_tapper_death [attach: Dez]
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 Glass Tapper is a cheerful oblivious man in a hi-vis vest who taps display glass with one rigid finger, hard, repeatedly, at everything he likes. One final tap lands and every pane of glass in the store cracks in a spreading spiderweb at once; the display case, the windows, the shop door — all crack in sequence and Dez stands amid the glittering web patterns holding his felt cloth, defeated. The clip ends held on the cracked world. 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.
### rsgb_hoverer_action [attach: Dez]
Inside the cluttered record store at night, neon glow, 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 Hoverer is a gaunt silent man in a long gray coat who stands exactly one shelf away from wherever the clerk is, browsing nothing, radiating presence. Dez restocks an aisle; the Hoverer stands one shelf away, motionless, holding a single record upside down; Dez moves to another aisle in fast motion — the Hoverer is already there, one shelf away, in every aisle, always mid-browse. Comic jump cuts. 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.
### rsgb_hoverer_death [attach: Dez]
Inside the cluttered record store at night, neon glow, 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 Hoverer is a gaunt silent man in a long gray coat who stands exactly one shelf away from wherever the clerk is, browsing nothing, radiating presence. Closing time: Dez turns the sign shape on the door, turns around, and the Hoverer is inches away holding the upside-down record; the lights flicker; when they steady, both men are standing in the same aisle again at opening time, the day restarting. The clip ends held on Dez's dawning horror. 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.
### rsgb_expert_action [attach: Dez]
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 follows Dez down the aisle re-filing records one bin to the left, finger raised, mouthing corrections; Dez follows behind him silently re-filing each one back with perfectly matched speed, an escalating silent filing duel in one unbroken tracking shot. Tracking 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.
### rsgb_expert_death [attach: Dez]
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.
### t8s1_action [attach: Dez]
A surreal dimension inside the dollar bargain bin: a warped landscape of enormous sun-bleached record sleeves leaning like monoliths, water-damaged covers curling like waves, a sad drifting smell rendered as visible wavy lines. 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. Dez leaps between warped buckled records that wobble underfoot like trampolines, riding one warp-wave as it flexes. Bouncing tracking 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.
### t8s1_death [attach: Dez]
The bargain-bin dimension of warped sleeves and buckled vinyl. 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 massive water-damaged gatefold sleeve slowly closes around Dez like a soggy venus flytrap and seals with a damp press; the sleeve settles among the monoliths with a new bump inside it. The clip ends held on the bump. 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.
### t8s2_action [attach: Dez]
The bargain-bin dimension. 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 avalanches down a canyon of markdown crates; Dez surfs the coin tide on a warped record, weaving between toppling stacks of unwanted albums. Sweeping surf 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.
### t8s2_death [attach: Dez]
The bargain-bin dimension. 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 coin tide 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.
### rsg_trailer [attach: Dez] — extra takes — the arcade trailer
Inside the cluttered record store at night, neon glow, 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. A rapid montage energy in one continuous shot: Dez sprints toward camera through the store as behind him the floor floods into ocean, then boils into lava, then tears into starfield, then snaps to neon grid, each world morphing seamlessly into the next at his heels, ending on his mid-leap freeze with everything chasing him. Epic tracking 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.