GUNDAM: BattleNet Breakers.
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## **EPISODE 01: "Scraps and Dreams"**
**Intro: Scene One — 'Window Watching'**
**[EXT. CITY STREET – EVENING]**
*The soft glow of streetlights glistens against a cracked sidewalk. The flicker of a nearby burger joint sign buzzes in the background. A sliding door from a discount grocery store opens and closes with a chime.*
**[Duncan Jameson (age 15), stands outside a local video game store. He's thin, his hoodie frayed, and sneakers worn down to the soles. His eyes are locked onto the display screen in the store's window like it's showing the gates to heaven.]**
**[ONSCREEN: A TV buzzes to life with a low hum. Blue digital circuitry pulses across a black void, as a spiraling logo ignites.]**
### **"GUNDAM: BATTLENET BREAKERS"**
*A Plavsky Entertainment Corporation VR Simulation Experience*
**Narrator (clear, energetic, awe-struck):**
> **"Brought to you by the Plavsky Entertainment Corporation…"**
> **"…introducing the newest VR sensation sweeping the world!"**
**[SMASH CUT: A 3 way cut screen showing neon-lit arcade floors somewhere in Tokyo, L.A., and even London… as the doors open High-end pods line the walls, surrounded by cheering crowds. The doors hiss open, revealing;**
### **THE PEC G-ACE**
**(Aka, The Plavsky Entertainment Corporation – Gundam: Arcade Combat Experience)**
> *"A fully immersive 4D virtual combat simulator, placing you directly inside your custom-built Gunpla Mobile Suit!"*
> *"Featuring brand new, Real-time Battle Feedback, 4D, 360° Cockpit Motion Tracking, and full PlavskyNet integration for seamless PvP and PvE engagements!"*
**[Players enter the PEC G-ACE pods. The first step: they place their helmet on their heads, ensuring it locks securely in place. With a click, a sleek visor emerges from the helmet, positioning itself over their eyes as their hands grip the controls.]**
**Narrator (growing in tempo):**
> *"But none of it works without the core of it all… the **GP Base.**"*
**[CUT TO: A sleek, futuristic handheld device sliding into a console slot next to the player. Glowing blue glyphs appear across the screen.]**
> *"The GP Base — your personal Pilot Hub.
• Store your Builder and Battle data.
• Upload your Custom Gunpla, and Weapon load-outs.
• Earn points from partaking in local tournaments, and redeemed for parts at any Gunpla Store worldwide."*
> *"Plug it in at any PEC-Certified Gunpla Arcade, Gunpla Store Modeling Hub, or…"*
**[FLASH TO: A luxurious apartment. A player gently lowers a custom Gunpla model onto a glowing scan plate, with a metal frame, resembling a 3d printer.]**
> *"…Scan and build Your Gunpla at home using the **Gunpla Home Scanner Dock™** —available now at select premium retailers.—"*
**[An overlay text flashes across the screen:]**
**• GP Base – MSRP: $800 USD**
**• Arcade Access – $100–$200 per hour (varies by region)**
**• Gunpla Home Scanner Dock – MSRP: $1,200 USD**
**[MONTAGE: VR Mobile Suits clashing across space debris fields, outside burning cities, and even high-speed tunnels, as Blades lock and Missiles fly.]**
**Narrator (epic, final line):**
> *"Scan. Deploy. Engage!
… Build your own legend, and step into the cockpit of your dreams."*
> **"This isn't just another Simulation… THIS is Gundam: BattleNet Breakers."**
**[ The Logo flashes once more, the Music cuts, and then… Silence.]**
**[DUNCAN'S reflection lingers in the glass, wide-eyed. Hands buried in his hoodie pocket. He doesn't move.]**
*A world too expensive to touch… but too vivid to forget.*
**[END SCENE 1]**
### **Scene 2 – *A New Way to Play!* **
**[Cut from black. The steady *whirrr* of worn bike tires.]**
**[Wide shot: A rusted old BMX clatters along a suburban sidewalk. Duncan, now 25, is wearing his **work uniform**—a simple shirt with the logo of *Carlos' Burger Bar*—and a **hoodie**. His heavy **backpack**, stuffed with **Gundam magazines** and dog-eared **Builder's Guides**, bounces with each pedal stroke.]**
**Narrator (soft, reflective):**
> *"Ten years since that first glimpse..."*
> *"Ten years of saving, scraping, hoping..."*
> *"And still… no Gunpla of his own."*
**[Duncan pedals past a faded, worn-down video game store—**"Game Tamerz: Buy / Trade / Retro"**—its neon sign flickering above a glass door caked with dust.]**
**[Next to it—the **PEC-certified Gunpla Shop** gleams in contrast, shining with pristine white walls, rotating display cases, and high-end models locked inside glass cubes. The display models spin slowly, showcasing top-tier kits that Duncan has only ever dreamed of owning.]**
**Narrator (grim):**
> *"After the PEC G-ACE system went global…"*
> *"…Gunpla prices skyrocketed by 300% in just two years."*
> *"Even a basic build now costs over $2,000."*
**[Duncan glances at the Gunpla shop window. He slows, staring wistfully at the models. His face is a mixture of longing and frustration—*he's dreamed of owning one of those kits for as long as he can remember*.]**
**[Suddenly, the TV in the Game Tamerz store flickers to life. A jingle plays with upbeat synth music as an ad begins.]**
**Narrator (commercial tone, energized):**
> **"Brought to you by the Plavsky Entertainment Corporation…"**
> **"Introducing the newest breakthrough in VR Combat Simulation…"**
> **"…the *HBS*—Home BattleNet Station!"**
**[On screen: A user dons **haptic gloves**, steps onto **sensor foot plates**, and slides a sleek **visor-glasses** into place. They plug a wireless adapter into their PC, and a glowing, compact **Home Scanner Dock** activates.]**
> *"No cockpit? No problem!"*
> *"This is the Gunpla Arcade Cockpit Experience—right from your living room!"*
**[The footage shows a **Gunpla** rotating inside the **Home Scanner Dock**, syncing with the **GP Base** as the user prepares for battle.]**
**Narrator (brisk, tech-promo tone):**
> *"The GP Base—your personal command core."*
> *"Load your pilot profile. Scan your model. Sync to your system."*
> *"Train, test, and fight amongst friends Online."*
**[Text fades onto the screen as the ad continues:]**
### **"Get yours now for the affordable price of $10,000."**
**[The screen flashes red for a brief moment, accompanied by a legal disclaimer:]**
> ***Disclaimer notice:**
> *Only certified Arcades and PEC shops permit the distribution of GBBP.*
> *The HBS is for training and entertainment purposes only.*
**[Logo spins across the screen, sparks flying:]**
### **"HBS – Battle From Anywhere"**
**[Cut to Duncan. His bike has come to a stop in front of the Gunpla shop. He stands frozen, staring at the ad playing across the screen.]**
**[A quiet, wistful smile crosses Duncan's face as he watches the flashing footage of the virtual battles.]**
**Duncan (quietly, to himself):**
> *"…One day... I'll have my very own Gunpla."*
**[He exhales, his breath a quiet puff in the air. He turns his gaze back toward the Gunpla shop, then shakes his head, resuming his ride.]**
**[Duncan pedals away. A faded street sign passes as he turns the corner:]**
### **"Carlos' Burger Bar – Established 2027"**
**[END SCENE 2.]**
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### **[Scene 3 — "Five Years Later…"]**
**[EXT. DOWNTOWN CITY – EARLY MORNING]**
*The skyline is washed in cold blue. Tall buildings loom through faint morning smog. Neon signs flicker against a muted sky. A newscaster's voice echoes from a display billboard in the distance.*
**Newscaster (voiceover):**
> *"—record-breaking Gunpla sales mark the fifteenth consecutive year of industry growth, thanks to the rising popularity of the PEC G-ACE and the latest expansion in BattleNet tournaments!"*
*The camera pans down to the street level. A battered old **bike** weaves past honking cars. On it rides a **30-year-old Duncan Jameson**, hoodie pulled over his **Carlos' Burger Bar** uniform, backpack slung tight. His eyes are heavy. Focused.*
**Duncan (internal monologue):**
> *"Rent's due next week. Power's already overdue. Can't eat Gunpla for dinner… but I'd still trade a meal just to hold one."*
*He turns a corner and passes a polished storefront with glowing LED banners.*
### **[EXT. GUNDAM GALAXY – CONTINUOUS]**
*Where the old, faded video game shop once stood, now towers a vibrant and modern **Gunpla specialty store**. Its glass windows are filled with dazzling custom kits and digital dioramas. Bright holo-screens show highlight reels from recent battles.*
*Duncan slows his bike for a second to watch the screen display a promotional video of a player syncing their Gunpla inside a PEC G-ACE.*
**Duncan (softly):**
> "…One day, I'll pilot my own Gunpla."
*However, He doesn't stop, he simply rides his bike all the way to work.*
[END SCENE 3]
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Absolutely! Here's the **combined and expanded Scene 4–5** into one seamless and emotionally grounded scene, followed by the **WallyWorld shopping sequence** as **Scene 5**. Let's bring out Duncan's exhaustion, the emotional grind of his day, and his resilience.
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### **[Scene 4 – Carlos' Burger Bar | INT. BACK KITCHEN – NIGHT]**
*The sizzle of fryers fades as the last batch is pulled. The restaurant hums with low chatter, neon light from the drive-thru menu flickering through the greasy window. Duncan wipes down the fry station for the third time tonight, his shoulders heavy, brow slick with sweat. The floor is stained with grease and the smell of burnt oil hangs in the air.*
**Alberto (shouting from the front):**
"Duncan! Don't forget the grease trap this time! And mop before you go!"
**Duncan (deadpan, barely audible):**
"…Yes, sir."
*He crouches down and unscrews the rusted plate under the fryer. Grease sloshes as he pulls out the tray, a foul stench escaping. He chokes down a cough, dumping the sludge into a container. The mop bucket squeaks as he rolls it out, water stained gray.*
*In the background, two coworkers lean against the soda machine. One sips from a free large cup, the other scrolling through their phone.*
**Coworker 1 (in Spanish, chuckling):**
"Bet he's the reason the tip jar's light again."
**Coworker 2 (smirking):**
"Yeah, looks like that type. Always pretending he doesn't hear."
*They glance at Duncan. He doesn't react, he Just continues to mop the floor. A fly buzzes near his face, he swats it away, finishes his corner, and quietly wheels the bucket back.*
### **[INT. EMPLOYEE LOCKER HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER]**
*Duncan clocks out. The machine beeps. He slips his card into the cracked wallet and grabs his worn backpack. He slings it over one shoulder and opens the back door, ..just as **Pablo**, Alberto's teenage son, barges in, earbuds dangling from one ear, chewing a toothpick.*
**Pablo (shoulder checking Duncan):**
"Watch it, gringo."
*Duncan stumbles slightly. Blinks…
No anger, Just tired eyes and a quiet, unimpressed smirk. He steps past Pablo, letting the door swing closed behind him.*
### **[EXT. BACK PARKING LOT – NIGHT]**
*The city air is misty. Streetlights buzz and flicker above cracked pavement. Duncan unchains his rusted bike from the fence. The seat's still damp. He adjusts it anyway, sighs, and pedals off into the night.*
*The quiet hum of the street surrounds him. Neon signs pass like ghosts—pawn shops, bars, a payday loan place. He cuts through a back alley, tires bouncing over potholes. One hand keeps tugging at his hoodie as the cold sneaks in.*
*In the distance, the flickering neon of **WallyWorld** cuts through the dark like a lighthouse.*
[END SCENE 4]
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### **[Scene 5 – WallyWorld Ramen | INT. EVENING]**
*Automatic doors open with a tired **shhhk**. Duncan steps inside. The faint smell of plastic, popcorn, and floor cleaner hits him. He walks past squeaky carts, heading straight for the food aisle.*
### **[INT. WallyWorld – AISLE 9: INSTANT MEALS]**
*Buzzing lights above. Ramen packs line the bottom shelf in a crooked rainbow. Duncan crouches low, shoulder brushing the cold shelf metal. He pulls out his wallet: a single **crumpled ten-dollar bill**, some **lint**, and **three coins**.*
**Duncan (softly):**
*"…That little shit must've gone through my wallet."*
*"…So *that's* what that shove was about…"*
*"…Guess I'm stretching it again."*
*He sorts through the flavors—chicken, shrimp, spicy beef, …taking his time to pick the better ones, eventually settling on Five different flavored packets of instant ramen. He cradles them like treasure and stands slowly, and heads over to the check-out line.*
### **[INT. WallyWorld | CHECKOUT LINE No. 7]**
*Beep. Beep. Beep.*
*The machine dings after each scan. Duncan watches the numbers climb: **$2.12… $3.24…***
*Final: **$8.95**. He feeds a wrinkly ten dollar bill into the machine *Clink*.
The change tray coughs up a few coins, and Duncan grabs the receipt as it prints.*
*A young cashier leans over from a nearby register.*
**Cashier (polite, half-interested):**
"Would you like paper or plastic today?"
*Duncan adjusts the strap of his backpack, his hoodie still damp around the rain.*
**Duncan:**
"No need. I've got it."
*He slips the ramen into his backpack, tucking it below his apron, and It barely zips back shut.*
*Then he turns, steps through the automatic doors again. Into the night.*
### **[EXT. WallyWorld – PARKING LOT – NIGHT]**
*Rain taps a gentle rhythm on the pavement. Puddles shimmer beneath buzzing streetlights, reflecting broken neon and streaks of red from nearby brake lights.*
*Duncan pushes his bike out from under the covered cart return. He pulls his hoodie up tighter against the drizzle. The plastic rustle of ramen shifts in his backpack as he walks.*
*His breath fogs in the cold. Tires hiss past on the wet road. He isn't in any hurry, so he just walks to the next corner.*
### **[EXT. SIDE STREET – MOMENTS LATER]**
*A side street off the main drag. Faded posters flap against the brick wall. A rusted awning sags overhead where a hunched figure sits on flattened cardboard.*
*A weathered man in his sixties, face hidden behind layers of beard and years, is wrapped in a threadbare blanket. A torn sign sits propped beside him:*
**"ANY FOOD HELPS. BLESS YOU."**
*Duncan slows, stops. Rain patters softly against the metal above.*
*He glances at the man, then at his bag, and unzips it slowly. The sound cuts gently through the silence.*
*He pulls out **two packets of ramen** and walks over, crouching beside him.*
**Duncan (quietly):**
"Here. I know it's not much… but you can eat it raw. Better with water, though. And if you can't heat it, just let it soak in the sun for a while. I've… had to do that myself."
*He chuckles lightly at the memory—half humor, half ache.*
*The old man blinks. Rain has matted the hair on his brow. His eyes are glassy but not without light. He reaches out with a trembling hand and accepts the food like it weighs gold.*
**Homeless Man (softly):**
"…Thank you. You have a good heart, son."
*Duncan just nods. Quiet, maybe a little ashamed to accept the compliment. He gets back on his bike, adjusts the strap of his bag, and rides off into the light rain.
..His silhouette growing smaller beneath the humming streetlights, swallowed slowly by the mist and the night.*
No problem at all—great detail! Here's the updated version with that addition worked in naturally. I've placed the ramen either on the counter or the little circular coffee table depending on the flow of movement in the moment, and I've included the coffee table into the apartment layout:
**[SCENE 5.2 – DUNCAN'S APARTMENT | INT. NIGHT]**
*The door creaks open with a tired groan. Duncan steps inside, soaked from the rain. The apartment is **Barebones** a cramped, dim room with only an old **orange couch**, a **mini fridge**, a beat-up **mini stove** with one working burner, and a **small circular coffee table** pushed in front of the couch. The overhead light flickers once… then holds steady with a low hum.*
*To the left, a small **window** lets in the faint orange glow of a streetlamp. On the wall beside it are **posters clipped from old Gunpla Builder magazines**, faded and curling at the edges. To the right, the front door thuds softly as it shuts behind him.*
*He kicks off his shoes. Drops his backpack by the door. He unzips it, pulling out the ramen packets and tossing them onto the **counter beside the stove** without ceremony, two fall onto the edge and nearly slide off. He nudges them back with a tired hand.*
*Duncan moves to the stove. A **dented kettle** rests on the burner. He turns the dial, and it clicks to life with a faint blue flame.*
**[MOMENTS LATER]**
*Steam rises from a chipped bowl as Duncan slurps noodles in silence. The **coffee table** now holds a few loose ramen packets, a battered lighter, and a single unopened envelope. The only sounds are the hum of the fridge and the gentle patter of rain on the window.*
*He reaches for his phone. The screen lights up: **13% battery.** A notification pops—**Bill processed. Bank Account: $4.09 left.***
*He exhales through his nose. Not angry. Just tired. He lets the phone drop onto the couch cushion beside him and leans back, bowl in hand.*
*The quiet **tick of the fan** and the soft whir of the fridge fills the silence.*
**[CAMERA PANS TO THE WALL ABOVE HIS BED]**
*There's no real bed—just the **orange couch** acting as one. Above it, **scraps of old Gundam posters**: *Gundam Wing*, *G Gundam*, *Iron-Blooded Orphans.* They're worn, frilled at the edges, clearly cut from old magazines.*
*A tiny **shelf** above holds a few **Gunpla instruction manuals**, obviously rescued from a thrift store, or somebody's dumpster.
…However, he still possesses no kits, just magazines, and the dreams of building something;*
*Something of his own, something truly unique, something that's design will fully display his love for Gundam,and Gunpla alike.*
*Duncan glances toward the books for a while, then dazes off to sleep.*
**[SCENE TRANSITIONS TO LATER THAT NIGHT]**
*The bowl is empty. Lights off. Duncan lies on his side on the couch, a **thin blanket** pulled up to his chest. His phone glows faintly beside him, slowly charging from a worn-out cord.*
*Thunder rumbles in the distance.*
*The only sounds now are the creak of old pipes, the hum of the fridge, and the low hiss of rain on the window.*