Jack

Jack

The creature stepped from mirage on to clear sand

The darkness was not all shadow but mostly clothing

Marching in step

Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin, and bony

His face was crumpled and freckled,

Ugly without silliness

Out of this face stared two light blue eyes,

Eyes that in this frustration seemed bolting and nearly mad

His sinewy body held up a mask that drew their eyes and appalled them

The mask was a thing on its own, behind which Jack hid,

Liberated from shame and self-consciousness.

A thin wail out of the darkness rose, remote and unearthly

A thing, a dark thing, a beast, some sort of animal

His laughter became a bloodthirsty snarling

An inarticulate gibbering

If there’s a beast we’ll hunt it down! We’ll close in and beat and beat and beat-!

Bleeding and mad the hunters followed, wedded to her in lust,

Excited by the long chase and the dropped blood

The crowd surged after it, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore.

There were no words, no movement, but the tearing of teeth and claws.

Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!

We are going to have fun on this island.

Understand? We are going to have fun on this island!

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?


Lines taken from William Golding's Lord of The Flies, pp 19-20,48, 64, 83, 91, 94, 135, 144, 153, 186

Brick In The Wall

Our inquiry question was wrapped up within the week. The plan for the video was realized mid-week and we uploaded the completed film on the midnight of Friday. It was a quick rush from the planning, to the recording, and to the editing. I was surprised myself at how efficient we were. Maybe the saying is true, constraints are what gives birth to creativity. We each picked a powerful scene from the narration and illustrated it to the best of our abilities. All of it had to be done in one take to ensure fluidity. Our first take flubbed; however, second time's the charm. It is quite an advantage to have people in your group that have strong skills in specific niches. Each person shone at their area of aptitude and it reflects on our final product. I found it whimsical that this entire video was made in three days. I suppose that was our own Three Day Road.

The Art of War

The quiet before a storm is very much more pronounced in a war. The moment the sun rose and blanketed the battlefield with its light. The was an unnatural quiet in the air. Elijah and Xavier hid on the far edges of the war-torn ground. Their only cover was a shelled out home, in plain view of the enemies. Everyone waited with bated breath, each side tense. Elijah's scope found an unlucky soldier. He pulled the trigger, and the following crack harked the start of the havoc. It was a terrifying transformation. The once quiet land was suddenly thrown into chaos. Artillery shook the earth and soldiers took protection in its trajectory. War is art. It shows the culmination of human progress, our strive to be efficient at killing each other. Body parts scattered everywhere, last breaths were taken by many, the souls of soldiers were ripped from their bodies in a furious hail of carnage. It was beautiful. Beautifully morbid.

#1

Elijah is determined to be number one. The best there is at long range sniping. It is his ambition, his goal in life. He revels in the glory of being one step above everyone else, a noble among the common folk. He is the Knight of the battlefield with Pawns at his beckons. This is why when he heard of "Peggy," another Indian sniper just like him, he became obsessed. Obsessed to defeat the score of the "legendary sniper." For Elijah, being second place is not sufficient. He wants the sole recognition for long range killing in the war. He wants his name to go down in history and be revered by others. He wants the thrill of victory, of being the best, of being the paragon of what a sniper should be.

Sniper

Being a sniper is a terrifying prospect: miles away from the action and yet still being able to kill men miles away. Elijah found his calling on this heartless task. He wore the skin of a natural born killer, who revels on the hunt on the battlefield. Xavier was his reluctant sidekick - not yet comfortable with the notion of murder. However, he was obliged to support Elijah, his longtime friend who was changing slowly on the inside - becoming a different person, thing, animal. To be an efficient sniper Elijah had to change. He learnt how to control his emotions while scoped in. To pull the trigger with a cold heart, not a wavering breath.

Trench Warfare

One of the most prominent feature of WWI were the numerous trenches that scarred miles of Europe. They are holes in the ground that soldiers go into for protection against enemy fire. However, life in the trenches was absolutely miserable. Every soldier feared for their life each day. The threat of snipers and incoming artillery barrages haunted their dreams. Whistles of artillery rounds screamed through the air endlessly. Not simply that, life in the trenches were simply abhorrent. It was muddy, crawling with rats and pests, and everything was perpetually covered with a layer of dirt. Neither side was able to gain an inch due to the certain assault of machine gun fire for those brave or foolish enough to stand in no man's land. Xavier and Elijah experienced this lifestyle firsthand. Their ventures through no man's land woke them to the cruel realities of war.