For everyone who has posted and requested it, I am nearing completion to the pivotal part two of Ghostbusters Armageddon. Like George Lucas, I won't really give alot of details to it, except the fact that the GB's meet Satan, which is obvious. Divorcing myself of GHOSTBUSTERS: THE NEXT GENERATION (now realizing that a CGI show of the same name is in the works, there will not be a part two to that) ideas, I was able to actually work out some new ideas for the final three chapters in part two. I must say that these parts are longer than the previous ones in part one (which had to introduce itself and look important in chapters 1-3 in part one), but with part two there will be a more darker tone to it.
With part three nearing completion, I am working on several new storylines, one of which I am titling ‘The Beastie Boys Meet the Ghostbusters- A Tale’. ThE other of which I am working on is like a pseudo sequel to Armageddon, but that is classified for now.
Ghostbusters Armageddon
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22 years, 10 months ago
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22 years, 10 months ago
Oh, and by the way: by divorcing myself of THE NEXT GENERATION, I am trying to focus my attention on the story I first began, which was Armageddon. Maybe in the near future I'll compleat it, even despite the lackluster reviews I got from some people just to let anyone who read the first part know.
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22 years, 10 months ago
Sounds Great I can't wait to read it.
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22 years, 10 months ago
I've jsut finished the final rewrites to chapter 1 of part 2 of Ghostbusters Armageddon: PART DEUX. It is titled ‘The Next Morning’, and will be a little slow, as Egon and Ray try to fill Winston and Peter in on the events of last night. Also as a side fact, the Son of Satan makes his way down to Central Park…you know what that will lead to, right?
I just LOVE building suspense, and it will be building as I just submitted it.
I just LOVE building suspense, and it will be building as I just submitted it.
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22 years, 10 months ago
I'm really looking forward to this, I loved Part 1 and am eager to see the continuation. As you can see I gave Part 1 Chapter 3 a 7, because it seemed to drop off from the others, but I still can't wait to see part 2!
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22 years, 10 months ago
Well Spengs, you don't have to wait, for here is a small preview of ‘The Next Morning’:
Peter Venkman raised his arms and stretched as he got out of bed and went the window of his apartment. As much as he would have preferred to stay in bed, he knew his job was a bit more important than a soft, cottony pillow. Turning on his radio, he went to the kitchen and made a small cup of coffee and sat at a small wooden table. He had barely taken one sip of his brew (to which he said a satisfying “Aahh, that’s good mocha Java”) before someone began knocking at his door.
“Open up, Peter! It’s me, Ray!”
Peter groaned, but tightened his robe and went over to the door. “Ray, have you no idea what time it is?”
From the other side of the door, Ray looked at his watch. “Yeah, I think it’s about 7:30 a.m. Gosh it’s late.”
Peter looked at Ray as he opened the door. “Late? It’s early. What are doing here this early anyway?”
Ray hurried in and took a seat.
“Peter, last night, me and Spengler witnessed a cross-dimensional flux that resulted in a human-Babylonian standing at the garage door of the firehouse.”
Still slightly groggy-eyed, Peter rubbed his hands in his eyes and went back to his coffee.
“Coffee, Ray?”
“No thanks, but you should have been there Pete. The human-Babylonian…”
Peter held up his hand. “First, before you go on, explain to me what does ‘human-Babylonian’ mean?”
Ray grinned. “In a book that Egon and I found called The New Babylonians by Edward Z. Starling, a human-Babylonian was a half human/half creature born to a human mother and one of those biblical gods that they used to worship. This Babylonian was of a ram.”
Peter looked at Ray longingly, as if to see if he had finally cracked.
“Ray”, he began, “I know this job is stressful, perhaps, at times, but whatever you and Egon were smoking last night…”
“No, no! you don’t understand! What I’m trying to tell you happened last night. This Babylonian came to us for help against the coming ‘end-of-the-world’.”
“Ray, we already solved that problem many times. Whatever’s out there will probably show up as a possessed asshole in the street. Now if you’ll let me get dressed, I have an important matter to attend to.” He began shuffling Ray out the door, as Ray grabbed one of Peter’s chocolate chip cookies that he left out in a saucer before going to bed.
“I have to meet Dana at Central Park at 11
0. She invited me to attend one of those concert sessions in the park…”
“Open chamber-music?”
“Right, and if there is anything strange or unusual there, I’ll tell you guys.”
“But Peter, at least stop by the firehouse just to know what we’re up against. Maybe if this ‘son of Satan’ manifests itself near where the concert is being held, you’ll at least know how to handle it.”
Peter sighed. “All right then, I’ll be over there in about fifteen minutes. I have to swing by Dana’s place first and help her get set.”
Ray smiled as he opened Peter’s door. “So we’ll expect to see you about ten?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you won’t be late?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, see you soon.” Just before Ray turned and left, he went back to Peter and told him, “You might want to clean that coffee mug sometime. It’s given you a ring around the mouth.”
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As it is a small preview (my film hero Alfred Hitchcock did this marvelously), I keep the preview to a minimum.
Peter Venkman raised his arms and stretched as he got out of bed and went the window of his apartment. As much as he would have preferred to stay in bed, he knew his job was a bit more important than a soft, cottony pillow. Turning on his radio, he went to the kitchen and made a small cup of coffee and sat at a small wooden table. He had barely taken one sip of his brew (to which he said a satisfying “Aahh, that’s good mocha Java”) before someone began knocking at his door.
“Open up, Peter! It’s me, Ray!”
Peter groaned, but tightened his robe and went over to the door. “Ray, have you no idea what time it is?”
From the other side of the door, Ray looked at his watch. “Yeah, I think it’s about 7:30 a.m. Gosh it’s late.”
Peter looked at Ray as he opened the door. “Late? It’s early. What are doing here this early anyway?”
Ray hurried in and took a seat.
“Peter, last night, me and Spengler witnessed a cross-dimensional flux that resulted in a human-Babylonian standing at the garage door of the firehouse.”
Still slightly groggy-eyed, Peter rubbed his hands in his eyes and went back to his coffee.
“Coffee, Ray?”
“No thanks, but you should have been there Pete. The human-Babylonian…”
Peter held up his hand. “First, before you go on, explain to me what does ‘human-Babylonian’ mean?”
Ray grinned. “In a book that Egon and I found called The New Babylonians by Edward Z. Starling, a human-Babylonian was a half human/half creature born to a human mother and one of those biblical gods that they used to worship. This Babylonian was of a ram.”
Peter looked at Ray longingly, as if to see if he had finally cracked.
“Ray”, he began, “I know this job is stressful, perhaps, at times, but whatever you and Egon were smoking last night…”
“No, no! you don’t understand! What I’m trying to tell you happened last night. This Babylonian came to us for help against the coming ‘end-of-the-world’.”
“Ray, we already solved that problem many times. Whatever’s out there will probably show up as a possessed asshole in the street. Now if you’ll let me get dressed, I have an important matter to attend to.” He began shuffling Ray out the door, as Ray grabbed one of Peter’s chocolate chip cookies that he left out in a saucer before going to bed.
“I have to meet Dana at Central Park at 11
0. She invited me to attend one of those concert sessions in the park…”“Open chamber-music?”
“Right, and if there is anything strange or unusual there, I’ll tell you guys.”
“But Peter, at least stop by the firehouse just to know what we’re up against. Maybe if this ‘son of Satan’ manifests itself near where the concert is being held, you’ll at least know how to handle it.”
Peter sighed. “All right then, I’ll be over there in about fifteen minutes. I have to swing by Dana’s place first and help her get set.”
Ray smiled as he opened Peter’s door. “So we’ll expect to see you about ten?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And you won’t be late?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, see you soon.” Just before Ray turned and left, he went back to Peter and told him, “You might want to clean that coffee mug sometime. It’s given you a ring around the mouth.”
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As it is a small preview (my film hero Alfred Hitchcock did this marvelously), I keep the preview to a minimum.