Minecraft Movie: Watchdog
Scene
*In the End, in Pit, before written from Dana’s perspective, now is foretold by Watchdog. Multiple members of Snapcraft are fighting in the Quartz arena, and gradually out of 23 pvpers the last survivors are Tanqq, Trippiez, and Deld. From the perspective of Watchdog, who observed from her tower, sees the death of Trippiez and eventually the end of Tanqq. Watchdog articulates her overall feelings of the fight, and her monologue begins from when Trippiez dies, through the progression of the speech Deld fights back, and when Deld deals the final blow is when the speech ends. The context of the scene is emotional. *
Watchdog: Surveillance. The omniscient perplexed state of my existence is a thread unfolding the DNA of combat; the unwinding material of this impeccable display of aggression is the failure of belief. Egos among men eroding in the distilled nature of the incubation of ignorance- love withers and joy is a privilege to the disillusioned. My cynical process is not contemporary, not anew, not beautiful, but a spiteful intervention of paralysis. The immobile reality of my figure is cold, a display of solitude wrapped in the fingers of distraught patterns. As they lay dying I am reminded of the nothingness that lays between the void and the island of end stone; I am an observer, watching as the world amasses to the dust of kaleidoscopic particles and to the embers of obliteration.
Scene
*In the End, in Pit, before written from Dana’s perspective, now is foretold by Watchdog. Multiple members of Snapcraft are fighting in the Quartz arena, and gradually out of 23 pvpers the last survivors are Tanqq, Trippiez, and Deld. From the perspective of Watchdog, who observed from her tower, sees the death of Trippiez and eventually the end of Tanqq. Watchdog articulates her overall feelings of the fight, and her monologue begins from when Trippiez dies, through the progression of the speech Deld fights back, and when Deld deals the final blow is when the speech ends. The context of the scene is emotional. *
Watchdog: Surveillance. The omniscient perplexed state of my existence is a thread unfolding the DNA of combat; the unwinding material of this impeccable display of aggression is the failure of belief. Egos among men eroding in the distilled nature of the incubation of ignorance- love withers and joy is a privilege to the disillusioned. My cynical process is not contemporary, not anew, not beautiful, but a spiteful intervention of paralysis. The immobile reality of my figure is cold, a display of solitude wrapped in the fingers of distraught patterns. As they lay dying I am reminded of the nothingness that lays between the void and the island of end stone; I am an observer, watching as the world amasses to the dust of kaleidoscopic particles and to the embers of obliteration.
