repercussions of sin storyboard

i tried to make this as detailed as i possibly could within the time-frame, but I do feel like it needs more work.

this is just so charming...

Week 3 : 4/5 part narrative - STORYBOARD

I did not draw my character(s) to detail as that would take a loooong time (I haven't completely developed how I want it to look).  So this is just the basic storyboard

Later when I looked at this again, I started rethinking two things:

1) Perhaps the depiction of the "houses making dark clouds" in panel 14 shouldn't be so literal.

2) Also the last panel may be something more subtle than something literal - although that was the original image that I based the whole poem on, perhaps it's a better ending to not have it so literally when it's put together as a story.

Week 2 Thursday : 5 part narrative (Text)

Repercussions of Sin

Exposition:

A queer tale I shall now tell thee

A strange but true a tale it be -

Its oddness may be hard to grasp

‘N that’s why I tell thee and not the mass.

Exposition + Rising Action:

The name’s lost – I’m a fettered soul

Circumcised - not my absolute whole

I could be dead or alive

Undone perhaps, but keen to survive

I may look like your humble steed

But I’m neither that

Nor a feathered breed -

These scales you see, you must ignore

I’ve had them since so long before

And these fine furs on my skin

Are made of tar and dolphin fins

I let you know, I did not look this way

During my time, during my day.

Build up…Rising Action

You see…

Not long ago, when your kind came

And took control over our domain,

They built a house

That made dark clouds

And convinced us it was for our gain.

Conflict

Our greens turned black

Our blues turned gray

Darkness filled the light of day

We worried much, we did not know

Have our friends turned into foe?

Then your kind said

It was much too late

To save the land – that it was fate

They took their leave – without a tint of guilt

After filling our world with filth.

A time-bomb ticked

Within our land

All was gone – that was grand.

Climax

And in dark waters, I took birth

Nor a duck or fish and growing in dearth -

My mutated soul

Just has one goal

And I shan’t rest

Till I play this role…

Climax + Falling Action + Denoument

The greed you preach is my chosen path

Eat me human – I am Nature’s wrath.

Week 1: Backstory

Puff was only a month old kitten when his father left him in a basket with a note in front of Messi's doorstep. Puff's father was not a good cat. He abandoned the tiny meowing Puff soon after his mother died her 9th death. He literally left the newborn in front of a random dog-house and never looked back. Messi was a gentle dog with a heart of gold. When she found Puff, she had to take him in and started taking care of him as her own. Although Messi had a very active social life, she did not have any pups of her own and often felt very lonely; however from that day onwards, Puff became her son and her only family.

Anybody who knew Puff would think he had a very normal childhood. He was extremely popular at school and was really good at playing games; everybody loved him. But despite all these wonderful things, Puff often wondered why he felt like he was different. For one thing, he looked nothing like his mother and he hated chewing on bones she got him and he only did it sometimes so he could fit in with his other doggy-friends who seemed to love the ones their mothers got them! But he knew that deep down, he could not really relate to any of these doggy activities that he had mastered so well.  It's true, little Puff had no idea that he wasn't really a dog...

As the years passed, Puff began to feel a greater need to have all his questions answered. With time, he knew for sure that he was not like the other dogs he played with; he realized that he could never be like them. A feeling of deep sadness overwhelmed him and so one day, he decided that he could not keep all this inside him anymore and he must ask his mother about who he really is.

So one sunday night, after dinner, Puff snuggled up to Messi, playfully bit her ears and whispered, "Ma, can I ask you something?" Messi caressed her son with a slight nod of her head and answered "Of course, baby." With a hesitant sigh, Puff gathered all his courage and asked his mother, "Ma, am I really a dog?" Although slightly taken aback, Messi did not show the slightest trace of surprise when Puff asked her this question; deep down, she knew it was coming. She noticed how her son's eyes were swelling up with tears; so she affectionately licked his face and told him, "How much does it matter if you are not one, love? Would you quit being my son?" Puff shyly turned his face away to wipe away his tears and answered, "I guess not." 

"You will always be my son no matter what", answered Messi, "You are and will always be very very loved, my child."

Messi had suddenly realized how important it was for her to tell her son what had really happened and that night, she held him close and began to tell him the whole story...

Week 2: Reductive Storytelling-Red Riding Hood