Creative team Space Shank Media drags the lofty Battletar Galactica mythology down to earth, where an apartment full of semi-dim twenty-somethings debate Cylon DNA. Smart editing eliminates the need for stunt people to fall off a three-story balcony.
In the tradition of the Lonely Island.com website, which brought Andy Samberg to the attention of Saturday Night Live, SpaceShank’s web work is getting noticed by people with money. Partner Alec McNayr says “Cylon really opened some doors for us. We’ve been pitching Comedy Central, meeting agents and talking to managers. It seems as though a web series is what a screenplay-in-tote used to be: proof of young, untested talent.”
Which roommate is the Cylon robot in hiding? Bennett the responsible one, Pjeter the weirdo, or Dale the slacker? In 1.6 “The Reveal,” you’ll finally frakking find out.
After drinking battery acid and having balls thrown in their face, the guys STILL don’t know which of them is the Cylon skinjob. Time is running out, but Jessica has one last test for them to endure… that’s never a good thing.
The guys undergo a series of intense tests to determine which of them is the Cylon. No challenge is too great, no obstacle too demeaning. Every series has a classic montage, and for My Roommate the Cylon, this is frakkin’ it.
Hat tip to i09, who scooped up this BSG sequel that wasn’t: Battlestar Galactica, The Second Coming. It’s starring Richard Hatch (Tom Zarek to current BSG watchers).
Update:The YouTube video was changed to private. Sorry to get you excited, then pull the rug out from under you. You can catch a screenshot at i09. Come on, Richard Hatch, let that content freeeeeeeeee!
Sure that he’s the Cylon, Bennett dons an eye patch to protect his apartmentmates from his deadly laser-eye. Jessica, who spent the night, fears being left alone with Pjeter and Dale as Bennett heads off to the Ministry of Education. Who gets caught a trap and needs a plan to escape?
In the midst of a botched date night, Bennett’s girlfriend Jessica discovers the apartment has a strange visitor, leading the guys to tell her their secret: that one of them is a Cylon. What are the chances “her man” isn’t a man at all? (About 33%, actually)
Everyone is cutting back these days, and Cylons are no exception. A huge number of Cylons are getting laid off of their assemblyline or assassin jobs, so they’re having to re-examine their budgets like the rest of us.
Here are some big-ticket and luxury items they’re saying “no frackin’ way” to:
Big Screen TVs
Extra shot of petrol in Starbucks
Biodiesel
Vacations to Pikon
WD-40
Sprinkles Cupcakes
Oil Changes Every 3,000 miles
We’re all in this together, folks. Unless of course, you’re a Cylon infiltraitor… then you’re on your own.