ICECORE PICTURES

This poorly photoshopped picture is depicting the scene where Arnold's plane is shot down and crashing into the ocean.

If you're wondering the parts I photoshopped, it was adding the plane into the ocean background and adding the fire.

This slightly better looking but still poorly photoshopped picture shows the truck leaving after having dropped Carl into the facility. I imagine it looks like this because it looks so awesome.

FYI I photoshopped the truck into the background and did some color correction to make it look a bit grim.

FINAL SUMMARY ICECORE

Carl and Arnold's plan backfired. While Carl was trying to escape the riot which backfired on him, the agents caught him, and put him into a car, and are driving off into the airport where Arnold is waiting. The agents forced the complete truth out of Carl, and discovered Arnold's plans. Uh oh.

Carl attempts to escape. He finds a knife and successfully breaks out of the trunk of the car. He finds a telephone booth and tells Arnold about what's to come. Arnold decides to take matters into his own hands. He hijacks the plane and escapes and tells Carl where to go. Arnold tells Carl to go to the top of the cliff, so he can pick Carl up. Luckily Carl was close, but the agents are on his tail.

He steals a car and drives up the cliff, then walks the rest of the way. Arnold's plane appears in the nick of time and Arnold lets down a rope (the plane is on autopilot by the way). Carl jumps to catch the rope but one of the agents caught his leg. Arnold throws down a gun for Carl, and he shoots the agent in the face. He gets into the plane. The agents start shooting at it, and one apparently hit the engine.

Just when they thought they could escape, the engine exploded, and sent them crashing towards the ocean. They both reach for a parachute, but there's only one. Arnold betrays Carl and shoots him in the leg and jumps off. Carl crawls to the cockpit and steers the plane to a deserted island. He crawls out and takes a look at the beautiful view of the island.

Yeah. It ends like that.

ICECORE SUMMARY 3

ICECORE SUMMARY 3:

This is when it gets really interesting.

One of the guards in the jail turns out to be a double agent, and helps Carl escape.

During the escape, after a whole lot of action and deaths that I won't get too deep into because it's not really necessary, it turns out that double agent wants Carl to help him hack the Fort Knox system and fund his mafia family some more, and that's Carl's only way out. The american federal agents discover that they had escaped, and rushed to the scene and are now hunting down Carl and the agent, who's name is Arnold (I forgot to mention).

The only way to escape the prison is to go through a small army of American agents searching for them, and they have to hatch a plan to get through. Half worked. Half didn't. In the story, it is said that the agents had these bluetooth headsets on for communications at all time, so the first part of the plan was to get rid of that. Long story short, they succeeded.

The second phase was to create a distraction, to divert the focus of a lot of agents and keep most of them occupied. So Carl and Arnold split up. Carl hacked into the security system of the jail and let out some terrorists (minor) and caused a little riot, while Arnold travelled all the way to the airport to hijack a plane and pick up Carl.

Arnold got the plane, but Carl was caught. Uh Oh.

ICECORE SUMMARY 2

SUMMARY 2:

So this is the second part of the summary of the story ICECORE. When we left off, our main character Carl was being driven to what's known as the worst prison ever. He is being sent there to be interrogated on why he hacked into federal servers and somehow funded drug dealers and human traffickers. He didn't know he could get into so much trouble, after all, he was just putting his own skills to the test, but now he realizes he messed up big time.

Now, he's in the interrogation room, waiting to be interrogated. Of course, a dude walks in and asks him about what he did and why he did it. Carl's explanation was that he was simply playing around, and that he never intended for any of this to happen, but of course, nobody believed him. The "bad guys" put him through mental and physical torture and got nothing.

He is sent to jail in that cold hell, but he isn't planning to stay there forever, he plans to escape, but then he's wondering how, because after all, he's just a normal seventeen year old kid! But the thing is, this guy is a freaking genius.

Right now he's in a jail with the most notorious terrorists in the world, and he's just making small talk with them while he's planning to escape.

ICECORE SUMMARY 1

Story: ICECORE

Summary:

The main character, Carl Hobbes, is an ordinary geek in college. One day he decided to put his hacking skills to the test and try to hack one of the largest servers in the United States, but he messed up. Now he is inside an airplane reminiscing about his "crime" against the United States. He has hacked into a server of the White House, and shortly after, millions of dollars were funded to terrorist arm deals and drug deals.

He didn't intend to do it, but he's getting the blame, and now he's caught by the officials. In the plane, he thinks about what he would be doing right now if he wasn't caught. He thinks to himself that he should be in his Computer Studies class. Now Carl finds out that he's en route to The Guatanamo Bay of the North. It's a place where people interrogate terrorists and find out their plots and stuff.

The plane arrives, he's greeted by Special Agent Williams, who's supposed to "handle" him. They walk into the airport and are greeted by soldiers pointing guns at Carl. They all grab him and put him in a truck. They all ride into the freezing cold and get ready for what's next.

Spectator Sport: The Terrace

When I first heard of this assignment, I was sure most people would write about their homes or their rooms. It's kinda cliche, so I decided to tell you something a little different, because I don’t like having the same things as other people, it just seems like I’m just doing the work for the sake of completion rather than learning or practicing. I know it’s easier to write about homes but the place I’d rather be in when I’m scared, or lonely, or anything... is the terrace of my house. Not any other part, but the terrace only. Why? Well, it’s on the sixth floor and it’s got this amazing view that just takes your breath away. The breeze up there could calm and soothe me and make me feel fresh.

But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. New Years Eve, 2011, my family and I were driving to Terminal 21 for the New Years countdown, but my brother was really tired and so was I, so we told our parents to just drop us home and go on without us. But they said what’s the point in being separated. We all went up on the terrace and we had this beautiful view of fireworks from all corners. It was amazing, and it was such a nice way to start the year. The reason I’m telling you this is that it’s not just a place that’s calm and relaxing but it’s a place full of exhorbitant memories too. 

The terrace is awesome for just gazing at the stars. You just get lost in your thoughts and feel so relaxed. The view is just so beguilling. No stress, no nothing. Just... stars. It’s an amazing view at night. It's really pacific and really inspiring. It’s kind of a weird thing to say, but don’t knock it till you try it. Whenever I’m up there and just look at the sky, I feel like I’m one with the sky. It’s just so calm up there. I feel really mellow when I'm up there and there’s no sound from downstairs and it’s not a boring place to be, unlike some other people think. It’s a place full of inspiration and awesomeness.



I got it here

 

I got it here

 

A WORD THAT DESCRIBES ME

Creative

I have been called many things in my life. If I had to use one word that would describe me, I would say creative. I'm not being arrogant or anything, I seriously am super creative.  When I was in the first grade, all the other kids would draw all these really mainstream things that little kids draw like dogs or cats or dolls, I would always draw an epic space battle and things that kids my age would never think of, and my first grade teacher praised me for that, and it made me feel like the most special kid in the world. Later I was obsessed with these toys called LEGO's. They'd come in a box full of little pieces and an instruction booklet that told you how to put it together. So whenever I was done with these toys, I'd just break them apart and make whatever was in my mind. I'd make various things like cars, dogs, people, planes, anything, and it's all in my head. 

When I was around 11 I got into reading books, and my oh my it was awesome. I got to go to places I've never been, learn about things I never knew even existed. In the fifth grade I had this little project where I had to write a ten page long autobiography of ourselves. This was my chance to show everyone what I was capable off. I put on my thinking caps and though hard, but I couldn't think of anything that was interesting enough to catch my classmates attention. So I decided to write about a fake personal experience of mine. The day of the presentation the students were all nervous and all their stories were all boring. When I got up in front of the class I blew my classmates away like a boss, and that made me feel creative.

In the later years I got into moviemaking because I wanted to show various people how I view the world. I could tell different all these random people tales that they'd never heard before, and they would love it. I could step aside from all the cliches and stereotypes and create a movie from my experiences, or draw from what I know and make something near unimaginable. It doesn't matter if I can't show it exactly how I want it, as long as people get the message, my work is done. Currently I am working on various movie projects that have yet to be released in the coming weeks.