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提示词: A gritty American dive bar at night, flickering neon signs casting red and blue shadows across scuffed wooden floors. All characters are American, realistic and natural in appearance. The bar is packed—typical American patrons freeze mid-drink, pool cues pause mid-stroke. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a typical American man in a crisp City Guard uniform with polished badges gleaming—grabs a beer bottle and tilts it over the janitor's head. Beer cascades down, soaking through gray coveralls, dripping off the janitor's chin. Rourke's boot swings hard, connecting with the metal mop bucket—dirty water explodes across the floor in slow motion. The janitor doesn't flinch. His grip tightens on the mop handle, knuckles white. His eyes—dead calm—lock onto Rourke's.
Cut to: The bar's entrance. The bartender Leo pulls out his phone with shaking hands and makes a call. One ring. The entire bar's lights suddenly cut out—total darkness. Emergency exit signs glow red. Then, slowly, the vintage jukebox in the corner flickers to life on its own, playing a military march. Every patron's phone simultaneously lights up with the same message: "PROTOCOL ZERO ACTIVATED." The TV above the bar switches from a sports game to a black screen with a single red star. The air feels electric.
The janitor slowly wipes beer from his face with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact with Rourke. He reaches behind the bar with deliberate calm and places a small velvet box on the counter. Opens it. A ten-star medal catches the red glow from the exit signs. Close-up on Rourke's face—his cocky smirk cracks, drains into pale recognition, then pure terror. Behind him, his own guards slowly back away, refusing to stand with him. One guard's radio crackles: "All units—Supreme Commander Mason has emerged. Stand down immediately.". 模型: sora-2-text-to-video. 探索由社区创作并公开分享的 AI 视频作品。
提示词
A gritty American dive bar at night, flickering neon signs casting red and blue shadows across scuffed wooden floors. All characters are American, realistic and natural in appearance. The bar is packed—typical American patrons freeze mid-drink, pool cues pause mid-stroke. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a typical American man in a crisp City Guard uniform with polished badges gleaming—grabs a beer bottle and tilts it over the janitor's head. Beer cascades down, soaking through gray coveralls, dripping off the janitor's chin. Rourke's boot swings hard, connecting with the metal mop bucket—dirty water explodes across the floor in slow motion. The janitor doesn't flinch. His grip tightens on the mop handle, knuckles white. His eyes—dead calm—lock onto Rourke's.
Cut to: The bar's entrance. The bartender Leo pulls out his phone with shaking hands and makes a call. One ring. The entire bar's lights suddenly cut out—total darkness. Emergency exit signs glow red. Then, slowly, the vintage jukebox in the corner flickers to life on its own, playing a military march. Every patron's phone simultaneously lights up with the same message: "PROTOCOL ZERO ACTIVATED." The TV above the bar switches from a sports game to a black screen with a single red star. The air feels electric.
The janitor slowly wipes beer from his face with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact with Rourke. He reaches behind the bar with deliberate calm and places a small velvet box on the counter. Opens it. A ten-star medal catches the red glow from the exit signs. Close-up on Rourke's face—his cocky smirk cracks, drains into pale recognition, then pure terror. Behind him, his own guards slowly back away, refusing to stand with him. One guard's radio crackles: "All units—Supreme Commander Mason has emerged. Stand down immediately."