SCRIPT;

SCENE ONE:
The film begins with a voice over with the sound of ocean waves crashing onto the shore and an out of focus shot of the diorama without the raw meat.
VOICE OVER: Initially the idea of immersed in endless white sandy beaches on Horn Island seemed dreamy. Imagining my skin drenched in the luxurious texture of velvety sand, its refreshing silky feeling on my bare skin, the unending sound of the cool ocean water waving peacefully to and fro.
Immediately after this is said I think I want the hunk of meat to dramatically plop into the scene and change the whole dynamic of the previous voice over.
The diorama, in the middle of a hot afternoon, bright sunlight beaming down onto the meat as it attempts to move around the box. Would like for this whole shot to have a red hue. And maybe end with a sound bit similar to that of “Debbie Downer” from SNL.

SCENE TWO:
Becoming acquainted with the island… sweating profusely after my sad attempt to put up tent I meander a few yards down to the ocean, however, in route I step onto a shard of broken sea shell, cutting a gash into the bottom of my left foot. Finally arriving to the sea I decide to place my bloody foot into the salt water to clean the wound….
VOICE OVER: Fuck, man I was not expecting such a shocking sting. Sitting there secretly congratulating myself for erecting my tent, lugging all 70 lbs of my gear like 6 miles across ridiculous sand dunes, and all without air-conditioning, motorized vehecials, or an ice cold coke. I was feeling pretty invincible at this point and decide to mosey around to evaluate the progress of my peers.

SCENE THREE:
Arrive back at my tent.
VOICE OVER: I begin to notice a burn on my freshly exposed skin. After investigating a bit I see pulsating red stripes alongside contrasting patches of my smooth fair ivory complection. Damn it this is just great… day one and already a fucking sunburn.

SCENE FOUR:
Later that night in the cool night breeze…
VOICE OVER: That night the beach breeze kick up and felt chilly on my burned bare skin, yet under the sunburn it felt like I was internally radiating heat, I feel like a life sized Easy Bake Oven. But after a bit the wind pick up even more and it started to feel like I was being stung by invisible bees all over my body… damn it, there’s like tons of sand worlying around in the wind. And then out of nowhere it starts pouring down rain, well this totally fixed the windy sand problem, and brought an even more painful one.
SCENE FIVE:
Standing outside tent about to go in for shelter.
VOICE OVER: Deciding that it is a stupid idea to torment my tender skin anymore I decide to go into my tent for shelter. Inside I lie down on uneven sandy floor of my tent still feeling like a beacon of radiating heat I attempt to sleep. As the rainstorm turns into a thunderstorm.
SCENE SIX:
Inside my tent the thunderstorm rages on outside making my droop a bit from the weight of the rain and wind. Uncomfortably lying there, it finally occurs to me that maybe my tent might not be able to handle the intense wind. Damn, now what should I do if… and before completing the thought the damn thing crashes on top of me.