This is my first article so yeah its pretty crappy.
NOTE- Do not get angry and call me names, this was a fun idea of mine. I am a Nolan fan and can t wait for TDKR, so this just me having fun.
*Small town in what seems to be not-to far into the future England. Played to this song:
Inception Soundtrack - "The Dream is Real
PATEINT: Tom Anderson, 29, Male.
“Hello”
“Hello”
“What is your name?”
“My name...My name is Tom”
“And Tom what do you have”
“I...I have Nolan disorder””
“How do you cope with this Tom?”
“Not quite well”
“Where do you want to go Tom?”
“Somewhere where I can live in peace. I would...I would like to go to...Nolantopia”
*Zooms out to see small city, then massive walls to reveal NOLANTOPIA.
Once a race thrived and flourished, these were the Marvel Turds. This race ridiculed and tormented the Nolanites almost into non-existence. Nolanites were under the rule of such leaders as Intruder or Elugason. One day, a special day, the day were the Marvel Turds fell after witnessing the epic glory of the holy Nolan’s epic masterpiece THE DARK KNIGHT RISES. Once more the Nolanites gained strength and slayed the Marvel Turds. They created a clean city, way ahead of its time, was all the Nolanites could live in peace, they named it...
NOLANTOPIA.
Welcome, welcome to the tour of Nolantopia. Our tour guide will show you all the city sites, the current year is 2367.
We will stop by at the church of Nolantology.
Nolantology is our religion. All he does is genius and shall be respected; the ones who do not are Marvel Turds and shall be banished.
Welcome to the church of Nolan, take your seat here with the Nolanites. Your maser will be here shortly, can I get you something to drink, perhaps some Kool-Aid? You’re good? Okay we here at Nolatopia wish that all of citizens have a safe trip.
*Walks out of the church*
Looks up up flying billboards to see Nolans face everywhere with holographic boards reading:
*Quite like this*
Nolantopia
A better life.
A Nolan Life.
I started to wonder if this city was perfect. Almost too perfect.
Everyone acted normal, not a single person acted unusual, all movement were as the others. I didn’t like this. Everything was to clean, perfect and pristine to be true, as if someone wanted it to be like this. Not what they wanted but accepted to someone’s high power?
That’s when it hit me: NOLAN.
Nolan and his officers must be making everyone like this. Not care what they do, act or belive in, what’s to them has been taken away.
An image was sent to me at that very instant.
The message came from someone I never heard of. A man then pulled me into the bush.
‘I couldn’t help hearing what you were talking about: keep quite or they will find you”
‘You will find me?’ I asked to the stranger
“The Nolanites” He said
“But I’m a Nolan fan” I responded “Does that classify me as a Nolanite?”
‘What did you think of TDKR?”
“Complete crap I answered” without hesitation”
“Congratulations” He said
“What”
“You’re not an idiot” He chuckled “The names Max. Maxwell Brown.”
“Tom Anderson” I replied with a light hearted smile.
As we walked out of the bushes until a couple Nolanites saw us.
We ran for cover under an Inception Booth selling Nolan hats and figures, as they walked passed us we decided to blend in and wear “normal clothes” They consisted of scarfs, jackets and hocky masks. Walking around, up ahead a Nolanite with what appeared to be gun pointed at us and ordered men to attack us. The gun perhaps found out who we were underneath, we had not been victims of Nolan. We hadn’t been brainwashed yet.
We ran away from then, about 200 men charging in our direction we had no other choice than to run for our lives.
“What do we do?’ I asked Max as we sprinted thought the city, dodging people.
“Pray to Whedon that we get out here alive” Max said
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. It didn’t matter to be honest.
We ran a couple blocks until we were cornered by the Nolanites.
“Freeze. Don’t move” Said one of the Nolanites
“Let’s get this Marvel-Scum back into Fox Studious, I’m sure you will like it there” Grinned the Nolanite officer.
“I won’t go there, You can’t make me...” I yelled.
“Electra, X-Men 3...” He whispered into my ear.
“ NOOOOOOOO!!” With a sudden rush I leaped, kicked the officer in the face and landed on the ground. Their guns pointing at me
“Let’s GO” I shouted
At that very moment, Max, with Ninja like accuracy shot Batman and Robin DVD’s at the officers, melting their very brains to complete mush.
“Where’d you get THOSE” I asked in disbelief.
“I’m a Marvel Turd, I know my stuff when it comes to being epic”
We ran, ran away from the poisonous darts of Fantastic Four DVDs and Spider-Man 3 GIFs, ran off into the mountains. We had gotten away from NOLANTOPIA.
*Nolan Looking outside the window to see them running away*
*Playing to this song.*
As he looks outside the window, to see 2 Marvel-Turds escape from the Nolanite Army.
NOLAN: They will love me. Praise me. Set the fans on me. Because that’s what needs to happen. Because sometimes The Avengers isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve The Dark Knight Rises....
Thanks for reading everyone; this was made PURELY FOR FUN AND NOT TO DISCRIMINATE OR HATE ON ANYONE’S OPNION. And maybe you can understand the message in this...