The Fourth Reich — Day 60

Genre: Thriller

Premise: WWII is drawing towards a bloody close in Europe as the Western allies and Russia close the noose around Berlin. A war-weary US Ranger in Patton's army is summoned to a meeting with a General from Military intelligence and given bad news: he's being given a new, top-secret assignment, whose duration is undetermined. Rumors have been surfacing that Hitler has put plans in place for a guerrilla resistance to any occupation. Over the past 4 years Hitler has supposedly used the SS to seed Germany and all of Western Europe with a legion of well-armed, die-hard Nazi fanatics whose sole purpose will be rise-up to reconstitute the Reich if Germany should fall.

Our soldier travels into chaotic Berlin days after it falls to the Russians to meet with his liaison, a beautiful German woman with a murky past. She had been a Nazi spy, but defected and became a double agent for the Allies a few years ago. As Berlin begins to pick through the rubble, strange events and strategic assassinations suggest to the duo that the die-hards are starting to mobilize. As the attraction and distrust between them grow, the soldier and his ex-Nazi-spy partner chase persons of interest, ghosts and rumor throughout ruined Germany in a desperate attempt to ferret out the leaders of Hitler's plot, and kill the dream of The Fourth Reich before it can rise.

Fur Dog Trucking — Day 59

Genre: Horror

Plot: Crispen Ford is a long-haul truck driver with a rare machine indeed: his 18-wheel tractor trailer, "Fur Dog," is completely covered in brown fur and has a giant dog head stretched over the cab of his truck. Everywhere he goes people smile and flock to get a closer look at Fur Dog. But the truth about Ford and his wacky truck is more incredible—and terrifying—than anyone could imagine. Fur Dog is actually a living monster and several times a month Ford must lure unsuspecting people into the cargo container that is actually Fur Dog's digestive tract. As the truck drives on, Fur Dog's digestive process begins and within a few hundred miles all that's left is a few thin pieces of bone fragment clattering down the highway.

Amy Carlson is the maid-of-honor on a very special bachelorette party. Her sister Hillary is getting married in a few weeks, and Amy has organized a camp out in the high Colorado mountains. After a night under the stars the ladies decide it's time to head into town to the local honkey tonk bar and find some good old boys to amuse themselves with. Sitting in the parking lot is the most unusual tractor trailer any of them have ever seen. The ladies descend on the bar and immediately have the place eating out of the palm of their hand.

The only person present who seems unaffected by their charms and refuses to join in in all the fun is a sulking drunkard at the bar named Ford. After years on the road with Fur Dog, (and no memory of how his servitude began, or who he used to be), Ford has had just about all the killing he can stand and has secretly resolved to end his life tonight. The ladies see his unresponsiveness as a challenge, and make him the sole focus of their attention, unaware of the danger they are courting.

Ford's walls begin to crumble, and just as he is about confess his sins to the ladies, he catches Fur Dog leering at him from across the parking lot, through the window of the bar. He is powerless, and knows now that Fur Dog can not be resisted, and that the monster has chosen the bride as the next item on the menu. 

And then, in his desperation, Ford has an even darker thought: usually Fur Dog only eats a person every week or so. But what would happen if Ford could lure the entire bachelorette party into Fur Dog's cargo hold? That would surely shock Fur Dog's digestive system and gum up the works... and maybe give Ford enough of a head start to actually escape the ravenous machine?

Ford tells the ladies about the small party pad he's built in the back of his truck. It's just like a swinging-sixties cocktail lounge, he promises. Shag carpeting, lava lamps, bean bag chairs, Christmas lights and a disco ball, and, most importantly, a fully stocked wet bar with free weed and a killer jukebox sound system. The ladies are tickled pink and, convinced that Ford is lying to impress them, they call his bluff. As ford throws open the rear doors to Fur Dog the ladies squeal in delight. The set up is just as Ford described—even better. The ladies pile in and go to town at the wet bar and the jukebox. They marvel at their luck and the bride hugs her sister with tears in her eyes. It is more fun than any bride-to-be could ever hope to have, and the bachelorette party of her dreams.

And then Ford slams the doors shut. The truck immediately starts, and lurches forward a few feet before Ford can fully lock the doors... The ladies are now screaming bloody murder and throw themselves against the doors and burst them open. The bulk of them fall out on top of Ford, whom they begin pounding on with their fists. And just as the last lady—the bride—is about to jump down and join the melee, the doors slam shut trapping her inside, Fur Dog roars to life and drives off on its own.

The ladies and a bloodied Ford all look up in shock and horror. The bride!!!  "....What the hell...?!" Shouts Ford, "It's never left without me! ...I'M FREE!!!" ...And then the ladies continue beating the shit out of him until he tells them the horrible truth, and reveals the fate they've all consigned the bride to. If they can't catch Fur Dog in the next 50-80 miles, he tells them, then they won't want what's left of the bride back.

And so begins the epic chase to save the bride, with bridesmaid-extraordinaire, Amy Carlson, her crew of ladies, and the hostage Ford in hot pursuit of the greatest evil ever to drive the open roads of the US of A.

 

The Insider — Day 58

Genre: Thriller

Plot:  After getting laid off from an investment brokerage Dutch begins working from home as a day-trader to make ends meet. Six months in he's had nothing but bad luck and is growing desperate. His losses have depleted his savings and dropped him deep into debt. He's been forced to sell his car, all of his electronics, and is about to be evicted for lack of rental payment. His girlfriend, realizing that a man who can't afford cereal certainly can't afford a ring, and sick of watching her dude fall apart, wised up months ago and dumped Dutch. Another week of losses like this and Dutch will be out on the street with no job prospects.

Inciting Incident: One morning he wakes up to discover an email from one of his old buddies from the brokerage. His buddy tells him that he's discovered an investment newsletter that has incredible success rates called THE INSIDER. For the last 6 months, Dutch's buddy has been following its advice and he's made so much money that he's considering retiring even though he's only in his early 30s. Normally he'd never share such info, but he heard Dutch is down on his luck, so the buddy has signed Dutch up for a one year subscription, which normally costs $10,000. Dutch is completely shocked and grateful, but also a little suspicious at such incredible generosity. But with no other options or hope, he decides he has nothing to lose. He reads through that morning's newsletter and invests $100 on a recommended stock—it is the last money he has to his name.

By the close of the trading day Dutch's $100 has turned into $1,500. How is this possible?, he thinks. Surely it's just a fluke. Gains like that don't happen in a single day. But the next day he follows THE INSIDER's stock tips again and has similar gains. After a week of such success he can't believe his luck. He's turned his $100 into $100,000, almost completely pulling himself out of debt. Dutch writes his buddy to thank him and insist that they meet so they can celebrate, but the buddy doesn't respond. Dutch can't figure out why his buddy has gone silent, but is relieved to finally be putting the pieces of his life back together again

First Act turning point: Dutch receives a phone call from someone with a voice scrambler. The man on the phone congratulates Dutch on his recent windfall and tells Dutch to thank him. When Dutch protests, saying he doesn't understand, the man clarifies: I work for THE INSIDER. We sent you those stock tips to get you back on your feet. You work for us now and will do as you are told. He tells Dutch that $500,000 has been transferred into Dutch's bank accounts and that he will use it to continue trading with stock tips from THE INSIDER, and when the gains reach $10 million in a few days, Dutch will receive instructions on where to transfer the money. Dutch is free to continue to invest his own money, of course, to ride the wave of success and pay himself for his services.

Dutch reels in horror. He doesn't know where the money is coming from — organized crime, or worse — but he knows money laundering when he sees it. And scariest of all is the question of how the shadowy figures behind THE INSIDER are able to manipulate markets to their own ends.

Dutch tells the man that he won't do it: that he'll turn every dime over to the police before he goes any deeper into whatever this is, and share the emails with them. The man on the phone tells him three things: 1) He can make the emails disappear, as if they were never sent, 2) Dutch is too deep in now. The police will never believe him, and 3) The window repair men will be there in a few minutes, and that Dutch shouldn't tip them off as to what is going on. 

Before Dutch can ask what the hell #3 means, a hail of bullets come flying through his living room window, completely blowing the window in. The sniper or snipers are using silenced rifles, so it takes Dutch a few moments to realize that the room is being ripped apart by bullets. Dutch drops the phone and dives on the floor. The bullets cease and a few moments later the doorbell rings. Dutch crawls to the door and opens it slowly, assuming his life is forfeit. There stand two local window repairmen, puzzled at Dutch's strange behavior. They say they're here to fix the broken window Dutch called about yesterday. Since the hail of bullets was silenced, the men obviously heard nothing as they drove up to the house.

Dutch pulls himself together and lets the men in, playing along and telling them that the window shattered from bird strikes as they raise their eyebrows.  As the men get to work repairing the window, Dutch picks the phone back up. The line is still live. "Good. I'll be in touch." says the voice on the phone, then hangs up. Dutch is trapped.

ACT II:  As he is forced to act as a front and make millions for his mysterious handlers Dutch begins looking for information and ways to escape.

Midpoint: Dutch finds out that the buddy who recommended THE INSIDER to him is dead. Dutch's ex-coworkers confirm that his friend had indeed had an incredible "lucky" streak right before his mysterious death, which happened just a few days after the buddy contacted Dutch to lend him a hand. Dutch figures that the handlers are using traders to boost their profits until the trader's profile gets too high, and then they make the unsuspecting trader suggest a replacement for themself as their final act before they kill the trader. Dutch now knows that he must outsmart his handlers or face certain death. The clock is ticking.

Does Dutch use his own earnings to somehow go after his mysterious handlers? But how, and with whose help? Or does he take matters into his own hands and intentionally lose a huge sum of their money to get them to come after him and reveal themselves somehow? Can Dutch outsmart his handlers before his time is up? If he can devise a plan and act quickly enough, Dutch realizes that he is in a unique position to strike back... Now that they've given him financial means, revealed their tricks of the trade, and pulled him into their criminal world, the tables can be turned as Dutch becomes The Insider within the criminal conspiracy, with the intention to bring it all crashing down.

The Love Probe — Day 52

Genre: Comedy / Science Fiction

Premise: It's 1978 and Barry Buck is the biggest heart breaker in all of suburban Michigan. At 28 years old, Barry's already been with over 200 women, and is well known for his love-'em-and-leave-'em style. Barry's never actually been in love—nor would he want to! There are too many foxy ladies to lay and too little time.

One day Barry sees the foxiest lady he's ever laid eyes on working as a waitress in bar. After much work on his part, she finally agrees to go out on a date with Barry the following night, if he'll drive out to the sticks to pick her up at her place.

The next night Barry jumps in his truck and drives into the darkness to find her house. At a deserted crossroad his car stalls and suddenly there is a bright light overhead. Barry is being abducted by aliens.

On board the space ship, strapped to a table, Barry experiences the universe's most thorough and invasive anal probe. The procedure is non-stop and lasts for 21 days, with Barry drifting in and out of consciousness as the aliens crowd around him to run their tests and share in alien water cooler chit-chat.

When the ship finally spits him out three weeks later, Barry wakes up by the side of the road. Despite his long absence, no one has called the police or reported Barry missing, because Barry isn't close enough with anyone to have them notice. Lying in the ditch, naked, Barry struggles to make sense of the images and half-remembered sensations of the previous three weeks. And to his astonishment, two things are crystal clear to him: first, the alien in charge of running the tests was definitely female, and held sway over all of his other abductors like a Queen Bee Scientist... And second, Barry is in love for the first time in his life.

Can Barry find a way to get abducted again and be reunited with his one true love? Is the love between them real, or just the collateral result of a 3-week-long, marathon prostate stimulation? Will any other humans believe Barry and help him? Is the waitress who Barry was supposed to meet somehow complicit in his abduction? And finally, now that he knows true love exists, just how far will Barry go to find his Queen Bee again?