Boo!

With the month of Halloween in full swing fear seems to be on the menu. Having no end to the scary movies to choose from we ask what makes us so scared. The unknown is a popular fear probably the only one that all of humanity shares. We have claustrophobia, arachnophobia, acrophobia, agoraphobia, coulrophobia, just to name a few. (Fear of small spaces, fear of spiders, fear of heights, fear of open spaces or crowds, fear of clowns respectively) When we watch a scary movie we always are bombarded by surprise sudden attacks of loud noises and faces or hands where we don’t expect them but after seeing so many horror movies we know the trick and gimmicks, the slow zoom out, the quick corner turn, the sudden lunge grab, the drop from above, the grab from below. Over time the mainstream society has redefined what is most scary/exciting to it from the creature features of swamp thing to the horrors of invading aliens to the mutated human body, to the animatronic creatures of space, to psychological thrillers, to a crazed person with a knife and creativity, to the attack of technology, to the blood and gore of today. (Creature from the Black Lagoon, War of the Worlds, The Hills have Eyes, Alien, Silence of the Lambs, Urban Legends, Virus, and Saw references respectively) Personally, I find the movies that involve some sort of unknown creature or thing the most able to keep my interest because I want to see something that I haven’t seen before that is what draws me to horror movies. What has caused these changes in the populace’s favorites? If everyone has seen everything already why do they still see each new one that comes out? If people fear the unknown more than anything why do they watch the known over and over hoping for the unknown?

Ladies and Gents

My target audience members are the students of Penn State, at least for this paper. With such a large assorted group of students it is hard to find a common ground with everyone. Most likely the only common denominator that we all have is that we all are Penn State students. We are…of mixed genders, sexual preference, intellect, but none of these categories are blatant enough to use and get everyone onboard. Everyone is at least high school graduates, and most people have motivation enough to pursue a higher education. Every person has the money to attend college. To reach out to these groups I can speak about college life involving things like, partying, drinking, dorm food, bathing situations, fast food, and other things that are inherent in college living. I will also talk about working out on campus, extracurricular activities, and dealing with one’s own personal demons called SPI. (Sudden Personal Independence) I can talk about downtown and the food available and how quickly, and easily accessible it is compared to the healthiness of it. Everyone doesn’t have a mutual belief in what is healthy so other things must be found in common. Everyone eats, like food that is fast and of good quality. Everyone has the common problem of once and awhile not having enough time to eat so we all at some point rely on microwave food and things of that sort. Finally, everyone needs to weigh eating with work with school with relationships with more and everyone at the same time needs to think of their health.

How to write right...

When I need to work on an essay, blog, letter, or anything else I need to write, I start by having an idea in my mind. I can develop my ideas anywhere, comic shop, game store, shower, street, car, doesn’t matter. Eventually, if it is a complex enough idea I’ll write down what I want to cover, but if I can keep everything in my head I’ll move on to the next step. At this point I’m ready to sit my ass down at my computer and write. Like most everyone else I start at the beginning with a strong starting sentence. After that I start writing and see where my mind and fingers take me. Every so often I go back and reread what I have written see if it makes sense and see if I can improve it. With a complex essay I might refer to my few notes and organize things a little more if possible. I try to keep on writing without pauses. Also, I try to keep writing to get my idea down on the paper before I lose my momentum. I write and write and unless I get stuck for some reason I finish my essay or writing in one swoop. When I finish, I reread my whole essay, alter things, and have a parent or a friend read it, tell me if it makes sense and give me ideas to improve it. I then finish up by reading my improved essay and printing it or posting it.

Game intro:

Log Date: 6.29.2288
Location: Level SB9, Compartment 14352

This mission was supposed to save Humankind. To have us reach out and find a new home. To start anew on a new planet, to start without hatred of each other, to forget all the atrocities that we had done to others and ourselves, the mission’s name was, Destination: Home.
This ship contains the entire populace of Earth, at least what was left of it. The elders say that war had ravaged the land turning desert to glass with their bombs, forests to uncontrolled fires with there flame tanks, and turn cities to graveyards where the rubble of buildings are the tombstone of those who died. The Earth was on its deathbed and we were the cancer that took more than its fill and was going to die with it. Out of this dark place rose the greatest man of all Aldrin Ivalisa.
He was the great warrior that threw down his weapons and put aside his anger and in doing so was no longer blind. He and his squad of elites, known as the Dragoons, stopped the fighting by taking control of all the communication systems and broadcasting a message of peace and showing the proof that the earth was falling apart. Out of respect, or fear, all of the warriors of the world would no longer fight, forcing the leaders to join together to find the cure for Earth, it didn’t exist. The only choice was to leave earth and the mission to find a new home. The mission was a failure.
If I could call this hell on Earth I would but it isn’t. This place is far too small. The world seems to be constantly shrinking as each faction claims more and more of the ship for themselves. If anyone resist they are killed. People fear walking out of the homes. Religious sects fight each other with what they call righteous fury which is only an excuse to fight to the death, some worship aliens that they believe are out there, some stars, some even the ship itself. There are even whispers that say that there have been mutations on some of the upper levels. This decrepit ship is falling apart and it won’t last forever. We need help, we need a hero, and we need them now.