i've been reading scripts the past couple days and i'm feeling a little disheartened.
the line to get in the club is so long and even if i make it to the front there's no guarantee the doorman will let me in. most of the girls are 9's and 10's and i'm at best a 5. these knock off shoes and handbag aren't doing me any favors either. maybe i should just go get a taco. whimper.
little known fact: there has never been a verified matriarchal society in the history of humankind. so, creative license there i guess.
the genesis of my story comes from this picture
tunneler.jpg
what's the air force doing with a gigantic tunneling machine?
aliens.
well, probably not aliens. but i found the pic on a conspiracy website and they chalked it up to subterranean aliens. which got my motor running.
what if the gov't faked the moon landings and the bulk of the nasa program to funnel money to a program designed to create a massive city underground?
toss in a little strangelove and the various rumors surrounding the denver international airport and it's a veritable intrigue potpourri.