Chapter 1
A note from Genville
Recommended reading:
This is a manga script. Each section is a panel with text in one or more speech bubbles. So you can read the story like a manga. Use your imagination! The entire story is about 10,000 manga pages long.
Keep in mind that I only use three stylistic devices to develop a character:
- Body language (facial expressions, movement)
- What someone thinks
- What someone says
There is no psychological background information. It’s as if you were meeting the character in real life without having read their biography. However, with the slight advantage that you can read their thoughts.
And do me a big favor: please don’t judge the story until you’ve finished reading it. After all, there’s no point in judging a person just by looking at their feet.
If you like Genville, you are welcome to draw a manga and sell it. I do not claim any copyright, so everything you earn from it belongs to you. However, I would be very pleased if you kept the title Genville and the characters. For me, the term Genville is associated with a vision of humanity’s survival, which is why it is important that people know the name Genville, as it embodies this vision.
Chapter 1
Natural City is constantly shrouded in such thick fumes that the city, or parts of it, only ever appear as vague outlines.
Scene Start:
The strong warrior stands watchfully on a rock in the desert landscape. In the background, Natural City can be seen through the haze of fumes. Beneath him is a strange dog with dangerous teeth. The warrior's clothing is torn. He carries many knives of various sizes. He holds a rather long one in his hand.
The warrior pushes off silently.
With his knife raised to strike, he descends.
His feet land on the dog's back, while the long knife, with a powerful swing, severs the head.
He slits the dog open.
He stands there, a dog haunch in his hand and blood smeared around his mouth, looking toward Natural City.
He is on his way through the desert landscape toward Natural City, the dog haunch in his hand.
He comes upon a wide trench that surrounds the entire city. Perhaps ten meters below, a liquid shimmers. On the other side is a strip of no man's land. Then the first, not very inviting, buildings begin.
Taking one last bite of the dog haunch, he thinks: 'I'll swim across.'
He throws the half-gnawed bone into the liquid.
The meat on the bone dissolves with a hiss.
The warrior's face shows astonishment, ...
... then determination, as his gaze searches around ...
... and falls on a fallen, withered tree.
He drags the tree trunk to the trench, ...
... where he sets it upright ...
... and lets it crash down onto the opposite edge of the trench.
With dancer-like ease, the warrior moves across the tree trunk ...
... and toward the dilapidated buildings. There is trash everywhere. Homeless people lie among it.
First homeless person: "Hey, what kind of guy are you?"
Warrior: "A warrior."
Second Homeless Man: "And what are you fighting for?"
Warrior: "For a comfortable life."
Fourth Homeless Man: "Screw life!"
Third Homeless Man: "Idiot, you’ve destroyed the world!"
Fourth Homeless Man: "We should beat him up."
Second Homeless Man: "You want to fight a warrior?"
The fourth homeless man stands up and lunges at the warrior armed with a piece of metal:
"I have nothing to lose."
The warrior dodges the blow.
The warrior’s fist strikes the homeless man’s face with full force, his head thrown so far back that his neck breaks.
Lifeless, the homeless man collapses to the ground.
On the left are the homeless. Between them lies the dead man. On the right stands the warrior.
Second Homeless Man: "Why did you kill him? He didn’t stand a chance."
Warrior: "Only the dead don’t want to kill me anymore."
Second Homeless Man: "Then kill us too."
Warrior: "I only kill enemies. Are you an enemy?"
Second Homeless Man: "Am I crazy? I wouldn’t make a gene-warrior my enemy. The Guards will kill you anyway. You won’t live long in Natural City."
Second Homeless Man: "Come on, let’s throw the body in the trench, or we’ll get into trouble."
The warrior watches as the homeless drag the body to the trench.
The flesh of the corpse hisses as it dissolves in the acid.
The warrior steps into an empty side street.
A helicopter-like armed aircraft with the letters 'SG' (for Security Guard). Inside the cockpit, the pilot points down and says to her companion: "Do you see that tree trunk?"
Companion: "That was those damn bums."
The pilot speaks into the radio: "Hello, headquarters, a few bums have laid a tree trunk over the acid trench. What should we do?"
From the speaker: "Resolve the problem."
Pilot: "Immediately."
The homeless watch the approaching aircraft. Their faces show fear.
Gunfire from a machine gun tears through the tree trunk, causing it to break apart.
The next shots hit the fleeing homeless.
In the foreground, the warrior’s face is darkened by the shadow of a building as he watches everything. In the middle ground lie the dead homeless. Above them, the aircraft hovers.
Pilot: "Hello, headquarters, the problem is solved."
The warrior turns around, turning his back to the scene, and...
... continues down the neglected side street.
Ahead, at the street’s mouth, he sees cars speeding by.
He stands at the entrance, watching the traffic.
From the left, an attractive cyclist approaches.
The warrior points at her with his left arm and calls out: "Do you want to have sex with me?"
She screams and pedals hard.
She speeds off to the right.
The door of a parked car opens.
She gets caught on the handlebar by the door...
... and is thrown onto the street.
The speeding car honks...
... and runs her over, killing her.
The warrior moves along the sidewalk toward the accident site, while more cars carelessly run over the body.
He stops at the roadside, level with the body, and thinks of a scene from the war where strange armored vehicles ran over fleeing civilians.
On the other side of the street, people move along the sidewalk.
The stream of cars is endless, making it seem impossible to cross the street on foot.
The warrior looks up and sees the cable of a lamp hanging in the middle of the street.
His gaze follows the cable, which is attached to a pole on his side of the street.
The warrior goes to the mast...
...and climbs up it.
Once at the top, he grabs the cable...
...and swings along the cable with his arms slightly bent, legs hanging down.
After passing the lamp, the cable tears off at the lamp.
Like Tarzan, the warrior swings toward the opposite sidewalk...
...where the momentum carries him through the open door of a cosmetics store.
He rolls out...
...and is immediately on his feet.
The customers and the pretty saleswoman look uncertain to shocked.
The saleswoman composes herself and asks, "How can I help you?"
The warrior shows his broad grin and replies, "With sex."
While the saleswoman blushes, the customers are shocked or outraged.
Now the saleswoman is also outraged as she slaps him.
She grabs a communicator: "Hello security, there is a man here sexually harassing me."
The warrior turns toward the exit, seeing the shocked and outraged faces of the customers.
His grin turns into a snarl as he raises his arms.
He stands there like a monster and lets out a loud growl. The customers recoil in horror.
Laughing roughly, the warrior leaves the store...
...and moves away from the store to the left.
As the warrior is about to turn the corner into the next street, two security guards enter the store in the background.
The warrior strolls down the street.
The two security guards turn the corner and shout loudly, "Hey, you!"
One SG says, "Watch out, the guy is armed."
As they run after the warrior, they draw their firearms.
SG: "You, with the knives! Stop, or you’re dead!"
The warrior turns his head to see who is threatening him.
Then his body spins around, and two knives fly out of the whirl.
He drops to the ground while the guards’ bullets whistle over him.
The knives hit the guards in the chest.
They collapse dead.
The warrior runs toward the guards.
He bends down and picks up his bloodstained knives.
As he continues down the street, a woman lies in her blood, hit by a security guard’s bullet. A little girl stands beside her, screaming, “Mama!”
The warrior remembers a war scene where soldiers shoot women and screaming children in a forest clearing.
He keeps walking down the street.
