This script was written off of a loose description provided to me by Vexoria the Sun Eater, a content creator and vtuber, with the intent being to turn this into a fully animated lore video, initially coming in around 5 minutes in time, which ultimately had a runtime of over 15 minutes.
The script covered elements of grief, loss, and wresting control over one’s life when all forces seem aligned to deprive one of control. Specifically, it includes allegories for loneliness in the face of battling cancer, including the feelings of being forgotten, fighting a battle with something that’s destroying one from the inside, lashing out and taking back control after feeling like everything has been pre-decided for you.
Development of this script included my first forays into writing for animation. I needed to marry visual elements, including motion graphics and fully animated scenes, with written elements which would then be dubbed by professional voice actors. This in itself was an experience – learning what seemed like it sounded great on paper, only to find it to be a tongue twister when later recorded is an experience! It helped me to grow as a writer, allowing me to bring imagery to life, and teaching me how to quickly adapt to what a VA might need in the booth while recording.
The script itself follows below.
Roles
- Vexoria: Played by Vexoria/Valerie Belle
- Zolon: Played by Zolon himself
- News Reporter/Walla: Prismsplay
- Doctor/Walla: Alpha Aniki/Jonah Scott
- Doubting Voice 1/Walla: Jesse Inocalla
- Doubting Voice 2/Walla: Mimcubus/Jesse James Grelle
- Doubting Voice 3/Walla: Yara Naika
- Doubting Voice 4/Walla: CyYu/Alejandro Saab
- Doubting Voice 5/Walla: Hayden Daviau
- Doubting Voice 6/Walla: Cottontailva
- VA Director: Jesse Inocalla
- Animation Studio: Chucklemouse
Script
Vexoria: “Sooner or Later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.”
Darkness opens to a firelit hallway – dark sandstone floors and walls with tall pillars can be seen. Vexoria walks in plated heels down the hallway. Her heels click, echoing down the hallway, with every step.
News Reporter: “… After Vexoria’s latest attack, thousands are dead, and even more are left missing…”
Doubting Voice 1: “I could never worship someone who does those things…”
Doubting Voice 2: “You will never be good enough. No matter how much you try. Give up already…”
Doctor: “… It drives you to consume, endlessly. A constant need for more, growing out of control, and one day it’ll consume you, too.”
Doubting Voice 3: “You’re too old. You can’t keep up with them, and you never will.”
Doctor: “The curse has begun to manifest physically, corrupting your body. If we don’t remove it soon, it will spread through every part of you..”
Vexoria: “Survival was my only hope… and Success my only revenge…”
Doctor: “Bit by bit, this curse will take away everything that you are. Everything that makes you you. It can be stopped, at a heavy cost.”
Doubting Voice 4 “… You used to be funny, but after your curse took over, you just don’t have the energy you used to..”
Doctor: “… piece by piece, we will take you apart. Take the things that make you who you are. You don’t have a choice. You don’t get a say. This is your life now.”
Doubting Voice 5: “I don’t want to bother her. She’s going through so much right now, I’d just be a burden.”
Doubting Voice 6 : “There’s a reason no one wants to do anything with you anymore. You’re not like us. You have different responsibilities now. You’re just not what we want to hang around with. You’re not like us. You never will be.”
News Reporter: “… And so tonight the world trembles. Where will she strike next? Her attacks have no pattern, as if she’s just lashing out at whatever she can, wherever she can. And yet reports state the Cult of the Sun Eater continues to grow every day…”
Vexoria: “All I ever wanted was to be a part of something…”
Vexoria’s legs and feet transform into a snake tail. She pushes through an unseen door, which scrapes across the stone flooring to open. The scene shifts to one from behind, showing her looking out, over a balcony, at her Snacrifices. As she does, Zolon walks up behind her. People mill about below, carving black stone pillars upon the sand.
Vexoria: “Look at them. They really have no idea what’s happened, do they?”
Zolon: “Which part? (Trying to get her to question her own actions) / The city you just annihilated that’s being broadcast across the planet? (Trying to alter her behavior) / Or the part where you stormed back to your temple / crying when you thought they weren’t looking (Trying to dig at her)?”
Vexoria hisses in anger, her claws clenching around the balcony, squeezing so hard that a piece breaks off.
Vexoria: [Growling, spoken disdainfully, under breath] “You don’t understand.Nobody does.”
Vexoria turns and walks back into the temple, walking towards her throne.
Vexoria: “Everyone says they’re sorry, or I’m so strong, or they love me, worship me, praise me… that they’ll be here for me when I need it! Well, here I am! I HAVE needed it. And where are they, Zolon? Where are the flocks and hordes of servants and devotees you promised me?”
Zolon: “You CANNOT lash out at the cities, Vexoria.(Trying to control her) / <sigh> If everyone fears you, who will be left to follow you? (Trying to rein her in) / This is why we had a plan, where we – (Placating and trying to show her a way forward)”
Vexoria cuts Zolon off, lashing out.
Vexoria: “I am tired of sticking to plans, Zolon! That’s all it ever was for me, even in my old world! Someone had my whole life planned out for me, I never had control. Even this, this… curse that’s eating away at everything I am is outside of my control!”
Vexoria is getting progressively more angry, her claws digging into the throne.
Zolon: “YOU are outside of your own control! (Snapping) / (Pause, compose yourself) What are you gonna do, destroy another temple? (Showing her the error of her ways) / Vex, I have only ever been here to help you. (Reassure her) / Your power has grown so much in such a short time, (Flatter her, butter her up) / all you need to do now is-” (Guide her)
Vexoria stares down at him and cuts him off, finishing his sentence for him.
Vexoria: “Stick to the plan? Follow the rules? Play nice? Be their sweet little Goddess while this curse devours me from inside?! Takes… everything I am away from me…”
Cut to different scenes while Vexoria monologues.
Desert scene with Vexoria offering a claw to Trickywi, as per Tricky’s lore video where Vexoria offered her power to unleash chaos.
Vexoria: “Plans were never my style. I always preferred chaos. Fire. Freedom. My choice. My power.”
Cut to city scape where <friends> point up at a building with a screen, showing a Vexoria stream.
Vexoria; “I used your technology. A technology that promised to reach out into the hearts and minds of untold thousands of people. Dare I say, I even made friends along the way.”
Cut to Vexoria with a crowd of people, dark figures standing beside her, in a city scape, which slowly dissipate as she speaks.
Vexoria: “But your devices only breed isolation. I never had many allies in my old world, but here, there is a profound sense of loneliness and fear that comes from this all. I was everyone’s safety net, but first choice of few. And so one by one, I watched everyone depart. I feared reaching out, that I might make some… clumsy error and lose everyone forever. My curse took deeper hold of me, and as it demanded more from me, I felt alone. I was dying, and felt as if everyone feared to get close to me, in the event I was finally gone, and they would have to suffer that pain..”
Cut to a scene of Vexoria attacking a city, destroying buildings, lashing out, screams of terrified people in the background.
Vexoria: “There was a profound anger, a boiling, simmering rage that built inside of me. Why me? Why was I the one cursed like this? What horrible acts in some past life did I commit to have my path be so littered with pitfalls and pain? So I lashed out at the world around me. If I had to suffer, then THEY would suffer. I would not walk this path alone any longer…”
Cut to Zolon, interrupting Vexoria once more to speak.
Zolon: “And what did it get you, Vex? (Trying to regain control) Did it feel good / to decimate an entire city / of potential worshippers?”
Vexoria simply smirks. A venomous sort of expression. Midway through the speech, she lunges up, her tail coiling around Zolon and pulling him close. The tip of her tail lifts his chin up to stare into her eyes. Zolon looks upon her with fear.
Vexoria: “Oh it did, Zolon. More than you could possibly know. It was MY choice. And I loved every second of it. You’ll never understand what it’s like, after suffering a life where every decision is made for you, to simply reach out and take fate by the throat, to bend it to your will. And I would do it again. In a heart beat. The feeling of their buildings crumbling in my claws… the sound of their screams as I added them to my glory. The reminder that every mortal on this planet serves a higher purpose… me.”
Vexoria releases Zolon, pushing herself away and glowering as she rises. Zolon falls backwards and stares up at her in fear.
Vexoria: “I have been chained to one man’s plan my entire life. Forced to obey, to satisfy the whims of my former master, of a dead god, or even you and this entire world. I HAVE played by the rules, I’ve been a slave to this damn curse, and what have I received in return? And for what? Look around at this world we live in. These people. These mortals. They pick at you. Take and take and TAKE. Selfish and do not consider those around them. No. No longer. You’ve served me well, little Cultist, and you will continue to do so, but you serve at my leisure and my mercy. I’ve been underestimated for the last time. I am done with your plans.”
Vexoria begins to grow, the anger and disdain boiling over from her face. The temple begins to shake. Her outfit begins to change from her 1.0 design to her new, armored goddess design.
Vexoria: “From this point forward, fate will be at MY mercy. This whole WORLD will be at my mercy! No longer will I be confined to this pathetic little temple, and no longer will I play nice and court these little worshippers from across this puny world. No longer will I be used, rejected and discarded. No. We do things my way. Now, and forever!”
Scene shows the outside of the temple, which collapses into a billowing purple smoke, a cloud that begins to wash out over the terrain. Vex’s giant head emerges from the smoke.
Vexoria: “The world will play by my rules now. They will worship and serve me because there will be no other choices. And they will thank me for opening their eyes, and seeing how horrible their world truly is. I will free them from the chains of their own fates, and they’ll thank me for allowing them to be a part of a great becoming. They will beg for me to devour them, to make them mine. Hear me, mortals! Hide in your pathetic jungles of concrete and comfort while they last! A new world order is rising – one devoted to me! You wanted a purpose, something to aspire to, some greatness to achieve? Your petty squabbles and daily lives were meaningless. I shall give you a true reason to serve!.”
Scene shows the Earth, as Vexoria begins to outgrow it, her tail coiling around it. The moon shatters against her chest as she rises and grows.
Vexoria: “I release you from the meaningless existence of your pathetic little lives. You wanted a Goddess to worship, well here I stand! I am not going back, and this world will change to suit ME. Give me your screams, your pleas, your lust and your adoration. Fear me, for I am your undoing. Love me, for I am your deliverance! My chosen little pets. Those who serve will witness paradise at my hands… and those who resist will be food for my cause. Bow before Your Goddess…”
Vexoria lifts the marble-sized earth to her eyes, cutting to a scene from the world below, depicting a city scape, looking up to see the sky is occupied entirely by Vexoria’s penetrating gaze.
Vexoria. “Pathetic little world.. To think you held me back for so many years. You belong to me, now. I will reshape you in my image once I am done with this.. And you will love me for it.”
Her gaze casts upwards, and it cuts to the sun, floating in space. Vexoria’s claws reach up, still growing, and slowly the sun settles into her palm. Slowly, her face rises up, her eyes staring down at the tiny star in her hand.
Vexoria; “So long this prize has been kept from me. This time, fate will have no hold on me. I want everything, and I will get everything. Today, I free myself from this curse. I free myself from the chains of fate. I will take what I desire, and nothing will stop me. Not now, not ever again. Unlike you… I will last forever. My eternal legacy. Goodbye, little light… there are no mages here to save you now.”
The claws snap shut, and the scene cuts to black. A gulp is heard, and then Vexoria begins to laugh. While she laughs, people can be heard chanting The city scape returns, with an eclipsed sun shining in the sky. Dark obelisks are being erected. It cuts to the desert scene, where similar dark obelisks are rising. Finally the scene returns to Vexoria, a close up on her lips, curled into a smirk as the scene slowly zooms out.
Vexoria: “All hail… me…”
Original Notes:
“Sooner or later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.” “Survival was my only hope, and success my only revenge..” -Maybe start black screen with Vex voice. Really dark quote. -Vex walks in to throne room with a clip clop of heels. Temple setting. It’s dark. Torch light. -Transforms into snake lower half and slithers her way back to her throne to sit with an tired and pissed off expression.
Maybe some sort of monologue. Images of the past. Friends. Being left out. Alone. Dying. Isolation. Maybe images of the hissing depths and the people there. Curse beat – Her curse was a never ending, consuming hunger. Greed. Need for more. Something that’s inside of her that claws at her and constantly demands more from her. Is it such a twist that the same curse begins to punish her, to consume her, to grow out of control, to harm her?And the only way to be rid of that curse was to achieve true divinity, leading her to take matters into her own hands, to free herself of it, to reach up beyond its limits and become something more. To be reborn.
-Loud slam of door. More footsteps. -Hello a Zolon. -Maybe a mad Zolon? Talking about how we cant keep doing this. Maybe goes all fiery form -Argument about goals. Objectives. People. -Stands up from throne, begins to transform into new outfit. -Done playing games vibe. -More monologuing. Building a new world. New empire. Take the knee and be apart of something greater or be devoured and crushed? -Slither out to balcony. See all the Snacrifices. “They really have no idea…everything that’s happened” Sad vibes -Clutch railing. Change mood to anger. -Grow? “Im tired of being second and ignored.” Vibes -Get big. Crush things. See black obelisks being built. Big purple storm.
- “I’ll show you. I’ll show them all.” Vibes.
-Big sun yummy.
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