Roswell on Yahoo, Loch Ness on MySpace, NORAD on Facebook and, now, Quarantine (the 2008 film) on Web 2.0's darling microblogging site, Twitter:
Twitter: Contain The Truth Only 135 followers as of today?! That is shameful. Let's amp that up to 1000 by EOW.
Is Twitter still vibrant and viable? Not sure. Haven't been there in a while, but the site should still get some props. Now that I'm thinking of it, maybe it's grown huge since I left, which would be really cool.
Onto the official widget:
The widget: trailers for the game and film as well as sweepstakes entry forms and info.
Onto the official site:
Official Site: Contain The Truth The hub from which all widgets, trailers, downloads and games may be accessed. Sweepstakes? Sounds real old school, but prizes are digital camcorders, DVD packs, and video game systems.
Galleries? The photobucket kind. Movie stills. Promotions? Yes, the aforementioned lotteries and sweepstakes.
Onto the game:
The Game: Quarantine Game Yes, it's the same website, but it's in Flash, so just head to lower right quadrant and click on Play The Game. It's a pretty cool first person shooter with a mildly interesting mystery to unravel.
Onto the trailer:
The official trailer.
Onto the synopsis:
Cool synopsis with grainy, fuzzy font.
Concluding data:
Race to get the glass, take the walk of no shame, and struggle to reveal the contained truth, but, whatever you do, don't use the product name in the website title!
RIYL: Doom, 28 Days Later, REC, Cloverfield, Night Of The Living Dead, Blair Witch Project, Halo, 30 Days Of Night, overly contrived viral marketing, glossy Flash websites, glittering 21st century horror films.
Mellow, rugged October, of the harvest moon, of the Bates Motel, though in SoCal, of deserts and prairies, but more of beech maple biomes and darting whippoorwills.
From what archetypal bag of holding sprung the highway trooper? Norman Bates or Frank Booth?
The eremite pursues the Flashmo Bots, screeching and flailing about. The bots have lost their will and now cower in a grassy corner of the crawling, endless metropolis. The air flutters, the sky flickers, and the midtown park is full of the bat's wings.
Yet always during the endless nights, the berserk recluse hears quicksilver ponds boiling over by the keep. While he flits through the sinuous alleys or the wailing canals, he hears them in his quivering whorls.
iPhone 3G, Darth Vader, Wieden-Kennedy, iced venti soy chai, Godzilla, Engadget, Coheed & Cambria, AOL, and The Hulk: we have not forgotten you!
There is definitely powerful imagery combined with static story going on here. Think of Keats' The Eve of St. Agnes and picture it as seen through the opacity of a frosted sangria goblet, under the relentless scrutiny of a dire wolf waiting to pounce, and then you may have something of the weird convolutions and attractions of John Everson and his Dark Arts.
He should podcast these tales with eerie mood music. Sound new and fresh?
Check out MindWebs and see that it is so 1976, but still vital. You could go back much further, but this science fiction short story audiobook radio show, in tone and in qualia, is a long leap forward from its ancestors. It is the big break.