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Classic Literature: MOCathalon
Team Crusaders, MOCathlon entry for Classic Literature. Tell Tale Heart.
About this creation
Ok guys, here it is, my first MOCathlon entry, for Classic Literature. I chose my favorite part of my favorite Poe poem. (Poe Poem, Poe Poem, Hahah!) Its not exactly what YOU would’ve imagined the scene as, but this is what I saw in my mind’s eye when I first heard this poem. So without further ado, I present to you the literature and the MOC.
A Monkey
I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

Artistic lighting shot. Used the light up brick in the Harry Potter Hagrids Hut set.

Ok, here is the whole MOC. The narrator sitting with the officers he invited in the old mans home, nervous, and the old man dismembered below. I know it wasn't really a giant stone hole in the ground, but this is really how I saw it when I read it.

Nervous narrator.

Dismembered Old Man, the Narrator's victim

The officers with the narrator.

Shot through the window.

Broom in the corner.

I really like the chimney.

Lit up fireplace with light up brick.

Another shot. I doubt he was hidden underneath the floorboards as artistically placed as this...

Smoke from chimney.

Outside of chimney.

Front door.
Link to Mocathalon
Link to the full poem
Thanks all!
A Monkey.


  March 3, 2011
One of the only poems that actually freaked me out a bit. Cool moc.
  March 3, 2011
Congratulations on a solid three! Good job.
  March 3, 2011
Finally! A quality entry from your team. Nice work, Poe is one of my favorites. Your score = 3
  March 3, 2011
Good poem, good building - well earned: Score = 3
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  March 3, 2011
As a fan of Lovecraft I'm also a fan of Poe. Great use of the sweaty face and, as said before, very well lightening.
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  March 3, 2011
There's some dubious characters in there. Heath's jealous he could not partake in the merry making. Contrary to popular belief, Master Shifu likes a slab of bacon. Three strips is just weak. But forget him and let's talk about the MOC. Solid idea and decent build. It deserves a high-end two pointer. So let's round it up. >> 3 points <<
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  March 3, 2011
Not bad, not bad at all. I still think the judges were being a bit sweet on ya though. The build lacks a certain "oomph". Bones (who I'm certain picked the category) will be a bit more critical, while Master Shifu will give you a 3 because that's how many pieces of bacon he wants at the time. Great effort, and overall nice build. Good luck with the rest of the judges!
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  March 3, 2011
Great scene. Well built and full of lots of good detail. 3 points.
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  March 2, 2011
That first shot with the lighting sold me. You fell just... and I mean JUST short of a four on this one. 3 WELL EARNED points! ~ Chris.
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  March 2, 2011
Awesome! Especially the lighting in the main and fireplace photos.
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