After some discussion we made the group decision of working with stereotypes in NQ a gang like collection of people under one subculture. We made brief lists of what subcultures we new and shortened it down to five.
Musician; metal head, mosher/rocker bass face, dub culture.
Goth; cyber goth, new romantic
Nerd; geek, cos-player or fanboy.
Stoner; phycadelic enthusiast, hippie/tree hugger.
Hipster; trendy, vintage/alternative cool kid.
We then worked together to make rough short narratives to give some context to are work and some direction to help us collect and produce.
Hipsterpocolypse
The drastic increase in hipster culture is no mistake rather than forces way beyond human control.There are many theories to which the origin of these pretentious subcultures comes from, many speculate xenos interference deities beyond the stars bearing down on the northern quarter in craft technological far beyond our comprehension. Wearing tacky glasses and out of date fashion from earth history as gifts or from vintage boutiques, in which they come in the night warping our mind and control causing an arrogant zombie like state. Some believe they evolved from sewer rats to rise up from their under empire from the gutters of the northern quarter. Some however believe its toxic chemicals in our water dumped by mega corps, or a self aware government logging site learning from the internet controlling us via fashion.
Its been rumoured that they’ve been known to prefer anal probing.
Rockabilly of Ages
In the basement of Picadilly records, there once was a girl who distasted with the modern world, she hated being under the dictatorship of Simon Cowell. She seeked to travel to a world in which vinyl ruled. Once day in work she found a ominous glow on the shop floor and examined the ominous black hole, after listening to JLS for the 10th time today she said fuck it I don’t want to live anymore and jumped in the whole to fix her fate.
When she arrived she was in the Vinyl exchange, and transported to the 1950’s were everything was black white and was greated by a shop assistant called tony who shared the same interest in tattoos, they got matching tattoos.
Legend has it he had syphilis and they died, he hated her but stayed with her for the sex
Back alley witchcraft
My recollection of the northern quarter is somewhat hazy between the listed building and the vintage shops it’s a free for all. You can eat anything imaginable between the melting walls and the voices in my head I find time to beg the people to contribute to my cause. In exchange for what coins, buttons and various currencies for my potion, to enter the world within our own, I am the saviour I fight demons in my head to keep the northern quarter safe. On the outside I appear to be an addict asleep in my piss and various fluids but beneath this human shell I am a being of pure wisdom and spirit.
I am the dirt wizard of the northern quarter, and I have the munchies.
Liv lonnng & pwn noobz
A long time ago, in a basement far, far away … (argument)
“Dude you cant do that”
“yes I can, im a level 7 paladin …”
“ergh actually only warlocks can use the helm of disintegration”
The lonely girl
In the mist of opium that comes from the basement of Affleck’s palace, their lives a girl so dark that people dare not speak her name. She has killed the children of the corn as they gave her competition. She lives in a coffin in and around her lover’s corpses at the tender age of 12, it is Manchester after all. She’ s said to have the head of a goat and her common tongue is that of lyrics from black metal songs, a candle is her only source of light, and spiders her only company. It has been said that even Edgar Allan Poe has wrote stories about her, then been admitted into a mental hospital.
She’s a happy child really
The drastic increase in hipster culture is no mistake rather than forces way beyond human control.There are many theories to which the origin of these pretentious subcultures comes from, many speculate xenos interference deities beyond the stars bearing down on the northern quarter in craft technological far beyond our comprehension. Wearing tacky glasses and out of date fashion from earth history as gifts or from vintage boutiques, in which they come in the night warping our mind and control causing an arrogant zombie like state. Some believe they evolved from sewer rats to rise up from their under empire from the gutters of the northern quarter. Some however believe its toxic chemicals in our water dumped by mega corps, or a self aware government logging site learning from the internet controlling us via fashion.
Its been rumoured that they’ve been known to prefer anal probing.
Rockabilly of Ages
In the basement of Picadilly records, there once was a girl who distasted with the modern world, she hated being under the dictatorship of Simon Cowell. She seeked to travel to a world in which vinyl ruled. Once day in work she found a ominous glow on the shop floor and examined the ominous black hole, after listening to JLS for the 10th time today she said fuck it I don’t want to live anymore and jumped in the whole to fix her fate.
When she arrived she was in the Vinyl exchange, and transported to the 1950’s were everything was black white and was greated by a shop assistant called tony who shared the same interest in tattoos, they got matching tattoos.
Legend has it he had syphilis and they died, he hated her but stayed with her for the sex
Back alley witchcraft
My recollection of the northern quarter is somewhat hazy between the listed building and the vintage shops it’s a free for all. You can eat anything imaginable between the melting walls and the voices in my head I find time to beg the people to contribute to my cause. In exchange for what coins, buttons and various currencies for my potion, to enter the world within our own, I am the saviour I fight demons in my head to keep the northern quarter safe. On the outside I appear to be an addict asleep in my piss and various fluids but beneath this human shell I am a being of pure wisdom and spirit.
I am the dirt wizard of the northern quarter, and I have the munchies.
Liv lonnng & pwn noobz
A long time ago, in a basement far, far away … (argument)
“Dude you cant do that”
“yes I can, im a level 7 paladin …”
“ergh actually only warlocks can use the helm of disintegration”
The lonely girl
In the mist of opium that comes from the basement of Affleck’s palace, their lives a girl so dark that people dare not speak her name. She has killed the children of the corn as they gave her competition. She lives in a coffin in and around her lover’s corpses at the tender age of 12, it is Manchester after all. She’ s said to have the head of a goat and her common tongue is that of lyrics from black metal songs, a candle is her only source of light, and spiders her only company. It has been said that even Edgar Allan Poe has wrote stories about her, then been admitted into a mental hospital.
She’s a happy child really
