For shits and giggles, here's a halfassed written intro for the idea that I pitched in the "If you were a mangaka" thread. Note that I have no intention of ever using this stuff for anything but my own personal entertainment.
I present to you "Halfassed Theater: Episode 1."
! Image 1: Close-up; a man's hand with awkwardly long and thin fingers, holding a syringe that appears to be empty DJNF: We have an interesting relationship, the two of us…
Image 2: A zoomed-out shot of someone other than the narrator: a very snobbish and harsh-looking dark-haired man sitting up in bed, alone, half-awake, and expressionless - with one hand covering half of his face and the other held in front of him. He appears to be checking his watch. From a nearby window, we can see that it's still dark out. The stone walls of his home give an overall cold impression.
DJNF: His wife left him a few years ago, but I can't say that I'm surprised by that. People leave each other all the time - that's just the way things go, I guess.
Image 3: Back to the narrator holding the syringe. Still a close-up, this time the hand is resting on a small nightstand. A paper crane with a floral design sits next to the man's hand, as well as a small pair of glasses. DJNF: It's happened to me before, too, but that's another story. I'm happily "with" someone right now, and I can tell that he can't stand it. He says that it's wrong…
Image 4: Larger panel showing a lone tall figure standing and leaning heavily on the aforementioned nightstand. He's facing away from us and is slightly hunched over. His hair is awkwardly long to match his limbs, and is twisted into a braid. If colored, it's totally red. This is because I mostly based his appearance on a Walmart employee I saw once. Oh right, dialog. DJNF: (Text bubble/box 1): But he doesn't know how perfect she is. Never gets sick, never dies, never argues, never lusts after someone else… Never leaves. It's what every man wants, right?
(Text bubble/box 2): Of course it is. And he thinks that he should arrest me for it.
(Maybe, like, in a corner or something): ... But he can't bring himself to.
Image 5: (New page? Hell if I know!): Narrator is straightening himself out, putting on glasses, facing us, and smirking a bit. DJNF: You could call us friends.
Image 6: Image of the two men together: the snobbish man is carrying the significantly taller one who looks to be in a very poor condition and is wrapped an oversized red coat. The context, for now, is unknown. To you, anyway. They appear to be in a tiny office, in which the walls are plastered with a huge selection of photographs and cut-out articles. The desk is also cluttered with a massive selection of photos both old and new.
DJNF: Maybe even a little more…
Image 7: Another delightfully awkward out-of-context picture: The taller man in the middle of some wilderness, his arms behind him wrapped around a tree and handcuffs on his wrists. He appears to be completely alone, and is wearing the oversized coat from the previous image. Needless to say, he appears to be distressed.
DJNF: … Or a little less.
And that concludes this episode of halfass theater.