So recently I've been thinking about a lot of things right. I like to think about a lot of things, mainly stories I make up in my head.
Whether it be scenarios to play out with my Lego collection or for my fics. I like to build plotlines in my head, since I guess I get to fully understand them.
Like, I know what's happening and why because I made it up. And you know how like, some people think up like, entire series' of plotlines and characters and such. Well I kinda have one of those, it's like the main series I think about, I often pair it to songs in my head and build it up from there.
Anyway my main series is about this guy who grows up in an foreign country trifled with war or something, and joins in for some reason. It like opens with a panel about heroes saving the day and stuff before cutting to him sitting in an APC wearing a ballistic mask, his like main face wear. And he's like a bomb technician, but in training. So he's in like a platoon of like 40 men, and he's the second bomb technician, the other ones an expert who's like been there way longer. They both wear the ballistic masks as part of their uniform. And so these two are like the only bomb techs in the platoon, and this is his first time on a proper deployment. He's worked with the other tech before, because they've been paired together but he's still relatively new to actually doing this do the other guy acts as his sort of mentor.
The platoons main job is to go into the area of operations and simply move around the area, engaging the enemy and such. However they're meant to join forces with other platoons to engage larger targets. And the whole strategy of the army is that these platoons are rotated in and out of the hot zone, pushing up and up to gain more ground.
So with the platoons main job being attacking, naturally they'll need bombs to sabotage the enemy. Which places a lot of pressure on these two guys in a platoon of 40. It's all meant to convey a very Vietnam war type feeling.
And so one day the platoon is in a fight and is moving away to regroup or something, I haven't really thought up the details. But the two bomb techs are running across a treeline, outside the firebase the platoon is moving away from. They provide covering fire for some of their men to move away. Then they try to move but they come across a large gap in the treeline which would leave them exposed if running across it.
However the main character already moved across, so his trainer has to go across next. The thing is, he can't go around because he has their second bag of equipment with him so he has to get it across and they don't know if reinforcements will come so they need the bag because the platoon is low on resources after weeks of being in the jungle. So he tried to hand the bag over but realizes he'll have to toss it.
So he moves to toss it but he moves slightly too far into line of sight and an enemy opens fire with an lmg. He gets hit in the chest and head almost and he collapses to the ground with the bag straps wrapped in his hand. However the enemy is still firing. The mc now gets on his stomach and drags the bag as bullets are still flying over him. Pulling the body of his mentor with it. He hastily unclasps the bag from the man's hands and throws it over his back. But not only that, because the team is so short stocked, he takes his trainers rifle, he slings it over his side and takes the last two magazines of ammo off his body as well.
He leaves the body with the pistol and once the machine gun fire stops he gets up and runs. He makes it across a road and later relocates with his platoon.
That would be the foundation of my characters story, his time fighting in the jungles of his country and growing into a veteran of not only this battlefield but others across the world later in time. He'd grow as not a person but a character.
Now picture I just told you all of that on a plane, except you are replaced by Giancarlo Esposito. That is what my dream was. That I explained one of my most valued stories beginnings to Giancarlo Esposito, why is this my dream? I don't know, I'm not in control of them.
But in this dream, I explained how I wanted to tell this story in the form of a manga because I simply like manga but the problem being, I can't draw. And I wouldn't want to rely on having an artist for my work since that kinda ruins the whole point of a manga, and I'd want the work to be my own, yet I have no skill in art and don't want to spend the time to develop skill in it and such. My dream is to write this manga, but that it simply feels like all that, a dream. And I feel like by the time, if ever, that I start to work on this dream, time will already have passed me by. And although it may be the biggest story I wanna tell, it isn't the only one. But by the time I'm ready at this rate I might be too old to finish it properly. Example, Yana Toboso, who writes Black Butler, started it in 2006 when she was 22, now she's 39 and only two years have passed in the manga. The main character, Ciel Phantomhive, was 12 at the very beginning and is only just now nearing 14.
And so after explaining all of this Giancarlo tells me to start while I'm ahead, start drawing now, get good at what I want to do so by the time I'm an adult I can start.
And singlehandedly, dream Giancarlo Esposito convinced me to develop my artistic skills. But of course I'd have to wait to find my sketchbook and start looking into learning where to start right?
Well today my mother informed me, unwarranted, that she had ordered me a sketchbook and then later that day my YouTube recommended was filled with art tutorials. I don't watch artsy videos on YouTube and I've never mentioned anything to my mother about wanting a new sketchbook.
Maybe I will make it, maybe my dream will come true.
