Martin Montgomery

Cinematic Artist at Telltale Games

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Blanket Fort

****UPDATE NOTES****

Part one of my rough (see: very rough) boards are up. I skipped the thumbnail step because I like Mark Andrews' philosophy about thumbnails in relation to story art. I tend to fucus on the tiny drawings instead of the idea. So instead, I draw them full size and try and get my ideas out as fast (and rough) as possible.

More to come, but please feel free to peruse what I have so far!

ROUGH BOARDS


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RESEARCH

You can find all of my reserach on the Pinterest (a fantastic tool for visual research) link below, but I've posted a few pieces of it here, including some sketches of the characters.

http://pinterest.com/jmmontgomery212/leo-matsudas-story-class-research/

**Me (left) and my friend Doug.



**IT (aka Doug's dad).
**Amazingly, I was able to remember most of his school room layout.

 











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THE STORY






"Blanket Fort" - Original Story Pitch

Like many young boys, I loved building forts when I was growing up. My favorite trick always involved securing a large blanket with heavy books or a chair or two and usng a box fan to inflate the space beneath to create an igloo of sorts.

One night, when my friend Douglas and I found ourselves alone at his house, with his parents out to dinner, we decided it would be best to turn his school room into the largest blanket fort either of us had ever seen or built.

We first scavenged building supplies from the linen closet, and when we had decided that wasn't enough, we stripped each bed in his six bedroom house--save his parent's bed (we knew better than that)--for even more materials.

My friend Douglas was homeschooled, so naturally, the school room would make the best building site. With plenty of chairs and desks, we wouldn't be limited to a simple, one-story structure.

Blanket by blanket, we built a fort we were sure we'd live in some day. An hour later it was finished. We took a moment to marvel at our own handiwork--a palace made of polyester, wool, and 700 thread-count Egyptian cotton.

Once inside, we acknoledged our adoring dinner guests before seating ourselves to a glorious feast of Goldfish crackers, Teddy Grahams, and Jolly Ranchers. We revelled in our lordsip as guests and servants alike sang our heralds.. until IT came.

IT started with a distant rumble, until IT grew into a thunderous clap. The earth began to shake. Out the nearest window, I spotted an enormous, monstrous hand grab hold of the eastern tower and tear it to the ground in one swift motion. Then IT stopped. We waited in the dining hall with baited breath. Suddenly, there was a boistrous roar, followed by a loud crash as the front gate crashed to the tiled floor below in a magnaminous display of iron and splintered wood. The people scattered, and Sir Doug and I were left alone with IT--a horrendous giant with grey hair, glasses, and a protruding belly. There was no use running. We were trapped.

Suddenly, two giant hands swooped down, grabbed hold of me and Sir Doug, and placed us each beneath one of its foul-smelling armpits. I found myself choking beneath the heavy musk in which the beast had bathed itself. Looking below, we watched as the giant bounded across the earth with ease.

Soon, the giant came to a stop outside of a large door carved into the side of a mountain. The giant reared back and tossed me and Sir Doug through the air, and into the open door. Thankfully, we landed on a soft bed, avoiding the death that surely had awaited us. The giant let out another loud roar as the large door to the house closed with a loud crash, and we were left alone in the dark. Sir Doug and I looked at one another. This was no house--it was a prison. Clearly, we were to be prisoners until the morning, when we would be judged and sentenced. All that was left to do was to sleep and await the morning's justice.

 

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