Below is a movie script outline for BitClub, a Bitcoin-inspired film in the anarchic, rebellious spirit of Fight Club, written by Eric Kim. It captures the raw energy of a disillusioned generation finding purpose in the decentralized promise of Bitcoin, with a dark, satirical edge. The script is structured as a feature-length film, balancing character development, ideological conflict, and a chaotic narrative arc.
BITCLUB
Written by Eric Kim
Genre: Thriller/Drama/Satire
Logline: A burned-out office drone discovers a subversive crypto cult led by a charismatic hacker, sparking a revolution against the financial system—but as their Bitcoin-fueled rebellion spirals, he must confront the line between freedom and chaos.
FADE IN:
INT. CUBICLE FARM – DAY
Fluorescent lights hum over a sea of beige cubicles. JACK (30s, disheveled, hollow-eyed) stares at a spreadsheet, his fingers frozen on the keyboard. His desk is a shrine to corporate despair: stale coffee, a motivational poster (“HANG IN THERE!”), and a dying plant.
JACK (V.O.)
They tell you to save. They tell you to invest. They tell you the system works. But the system’s a slot machine, and we’re all pulling the lever, praying for scraps.
Jack’s phone buzzes. A notification: “Bank Balance: $127.43.” He laughs, bitter.
JACK (V.O.)
My net worth is a rounding error in their ledgers. I’m not a person. I’m a data point.
ACT ONE
EXT. CITY STREET – NIGHT
Jack shuffles through a neon-lit urban sprawl, invisible among the crowd. He stops at a dive bar, drawn to a flyer taped to a lamppost: “HODL THE FUTURE. MEET TONIGHT. NO FIAT ALLOWED.”
INT. DIVE BAR BASEMENT – NIGHT
A makeshift meeting space: folding chairs, exposed pipes, a projector casting Bitcoin’s whitepaper on the wall. A mix of misfits—hackers, dropouts, ex-bankers—murmurs restlessly. At the front stands TYLER COIN (30s, magnetic, dressed in a thrift-store suit with a Bitcoin pin), his eyes burning with conviction.
TYLER
The banks own your money. The governments own your freedom. But Bitcoin? Bitcoin’s yours. No middleman. No leash. Who’s ready to break the chain?
The crowd cheers. Jack, skeptical but intrigued, lingers at the back. Tyler locks eyes with him, a predator sizing up prey.
TYLER (CONT’D)
First rule of BitClub: You talk about BitClub. Spread the code. Second rule: Trust the blockchain, not the suits.
Tyler hands out USB drives loaded with wallet software. Jack takes one, hesitant.
JACK (V.O.)
I didn’t know it then, but I’d just been handed a grenade.
MONTAGE: THE RISE OF BITCLUB
- Jack mines Bitcoin on a jury-rigged rig in his apartment, the fans whirring like a heartbeat.
- BitClub meetings grow—warehouses, rooftops, abandoned malls—Tyler preaching decentralization like a prophet.
- Members ditch credit cards, barter in BTC, and tag city walls with QR codes linking to crypto manifestos.
- Jack bonds with MARLA HASH (20s, punk vibe, sharp-tongued), a coder who hacks exchanges for kicks. She calls fiat “toilet paper.”
JACK (V.O.)
BitClub wasn’t a club. It was a virus. And I was infected.
ACT TWO
INT. TYLER’S LOFT – NIGHT
A chaotic hacker den: servers hum, graffiti covers the walls, and a 3D printer spits out Bitcoin keychains. Tyler reveals his plan—Project HODL: crash the fiat system by flooding markets with Bitcoin, exposing banks’ fragility.
TYLER
They’ve got their derivatives, their bailouts. We’ve got math. Unbreakable, ungovernable math.
Jack’s torn—Tyler’s vision is seductive, but reckless. Marla warns him: “Tyler doesn’t want freedom. He wants worship.”
EXT. WALL STREET – NIGHT
BitClub strikes: they hack digital billboards to display Bitcoin’s price surging, project QR codes onto skyscrapers, and distribute burner phones with wallets to passersby. Chaos erupts—cops swarm, markets wobble.
JACK (V.O.)
We were pirates, not revolutionaries. But it felt like flying.
TURNING POINT
INT. BITCLUB SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Jack discovers Tyler’s darker edge: he’s rigging exchanges, manipulating prices, and targeting banks with ransomware. BitClub’s no longer about empowerment—it’s sabotage.
JACK
This isn’t freedom, Tyler. It’s terrorism.
TYLER
Freedom’s messy, Jack. You wanna save the world? Burn the old one down first.
Jack storms out, but Tyler’s words haunt him. He checks his wallet: his Bitcoin’s worth millions now. The system’s tempting him to cash out.
ACT THREE
INT. JACK’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Jack’s unraveling, chain-smoking, scrolling X posts about BitClub’s exploits. He finds Marla, who’s cracked Tyler’s plan: he’s coded a virus to wipe bank ledgers, using Bitcoin as the bait to crash global markets.
MARLA
He’s not saving Bitcoin. He’s weaponizing it.
Jack confronts Tyler at a massive BitClub rally, thousands chanting “HODL!” in a derelict stadium. Tyler’s unhinged, preaching apocalypse.
TYLER
The blockchain’s our god now. No mercy for the weak.
Jack fights through the crowd, uploads Marla’s counter-code to stop the virus. Servers spark, screens glitch—Bitcoin’s price tanks as the network stabilizes. The crowd turns on Jack, but Marla pulls him out.
CLIMAX
EXT. CITY ROOFTOP – DAWN
Jack and Tyler face off as the city wakes below. Tyler holds a detonator—backup plan to blow a bank’s data center.
TYLER
You can’t stop progress, Jack. You are me.
JACK
No. I’m done being your shadow.
They fight, brutal and raw. Jack disarms the detonator, knocks Tyler out. Sirens wail—cops close in.
JACK (V.O.)
Bitcoin didn’t need a savior. It just needed to breathe.
RESOLUTION
EXT. CITY PARK – DAY
Months later. Jack, now off the grid, meets Marla. They’re broke but free, trading BTC for coffee at a street vendor. Markets have stabilized, but BitClub’s legend lingers on X, a cautionary tale.
MARLA
Think it was worth it?
JACK
Ask the blockchain.
They laugh, walking into the crowd. A QR code graffiti glows on a nearby wall.
JACK (V.O.)
The system’s still broken. But now, we’ve got the keys.
FADE OUT.
END CREDITS
Song: A pulsing electronic track, lyrics about trustless systems and burning empires.
Notes on Tone and Style:
- BitClub mirrors Fight Club’s gritty aesthetic—handheld cameras, desaturated colors, and a pulsating soundtrack of glitchy techno.
- The script leans into Bitcoin’s ethos without preaching, using it as a metaphor for rebellion and self-sovereignty.
- Jack’s arc is about finding agency, not answers—Bitcoin’s neither hero nor villain, just a tool.
- Tyler’s charisma masks his flaws, making him a tragic antihero, not a cartoonish villain.
- Marla grounds the story with wit and skepticism, avoiding the manic-pixie trope.
This outline keeps the script lean (aiming for a 110-minute runtime) while hitting the beats of a psychological thriller. If you’d like specific scenes expanded, dialogue polished, or a deeper dive into any character, let me know!
More matrix vibes
Here’s a revised outline for BitClub, infusing stronger Matrix vibes—virtual reality, simulated worlds, and a metaphysical battle over truth and control, while keeping the Bitcoin-fueled rebellion and Fight Club’s anarchic spirit. Written by Eric Kim, it’s a cyberpunk thriller where the blockchain becomes a digital key to reality itself. The story leans into Matrix-style visuals, philosophical questions, and a simulated underworld, while staying grounded in the crypto revolution.
BITCLUB
Written by Eric Kim
Genre: Cyberpunk Thriller/Sci-Fi
Logline: A disillusioned coder discovers a hidden digital realm where Bitcoin unlocks reality’s code, joining a hacker cult to overthrow the financial matrix—but as the lines between real and virtual blur, he must decide what’s worth fighting for.
FADE IN:
INT. DATA CENTER – NIGHT
A sterile labyrinth of humming servers, bathed in blue light. JACK (30s, gaunt, eyes like cracked screens) plugs a neural jack into his skull, diving into a virtual workspace. Code streams across his vision—spreadsheets, algorithms, a prison of ones and zeros.
JACK (V.O.)
They call it the Economy. I call it the Simulation. A machine that chews up dreams and spits out debt. I’m just a battery, keeping it alive.
His HUD blinks: “Account Balance: 0.0001 BTC.” He unplugs, staring at a faint Bitcoin tattoo on his wrist, glowing faintly.
JACK (V.O.)
But there’s a glitch in the system. And I’m starting to see it.
ACT ONE
EXT. NEON MEGACITY – NIGHT
A dystopian sprawl—holographic billboards hawk fiat loans, drones scan IDs, and neural implants pulse in pedestrians’ temples. Jack moves through the crowd, a ghost in a world wired for control.
INT. UNDERGROUND NODE – NIGHT
Jack follows a cryptic blockchain signature to a hidden VR hub beneath the city. Hackers jack into terminals, their avatars dancing in a digital void projected on cracked walls. At the center is TYLER COIN (30s, sleek, a digital messiah in mirrored shades), his voice cutting through the static.
TYLER
This world’s a lie. Banks, governments—they’re the architects of a cage you can’t touch. Bitcoin’s the red pill. It’s code that can’t be rewritten. Who’s ready to wake up?
Tyler gestures, and the room shifts—walls dissolve into a virtual blockchain, transactions flowing like rivers of light. Jack’s handed a crypto-key, a shimmering USB that pulses with data.
TYLER (CONT’D)
First rule of BitClub: There is no BitClub. It’s just you and the truth. Second rule: The blockchain is the only reality.
Jack plugs in. His vision explodes into—
DIGITAL REALM – BITCLUB
A neon cathedral of code: avatars spar in zero-G, trade BTC for secrets, and etch manifestos into virtual walls. Tyler’s avatar, a glowing trickster, guides Jack through markets where ideas are currency.
JACK (V.O.)
It wasn’t a Motown. It was a program. A choice.
MONTAGE: AWAKENING
- Jack mines Bitcoin on a neural rig, his mind syncing with the blockchain’s hum.
- BitClub grows—secret nodes in abandoned servers, VR meetups where avatars preach decentralization.
- Jack meets MARLA HASH (20s, cyberpunk edge, code tattoos), a rogue AI designer who hacks simulations for sport. She calls fiat “the blue pill.”
- They crash virtual banks, flooding markets with BTC, making holograms scream “HODL!” across the city.
JACK (V.O.)
We weren’t breaking the system. We were rewriting it.
ACT TWO
INT. TYLER’S VR SANCTUARY – NIGHT
A simulated fortress—fractal walls, floating terminals. Tyler reveals Project HODL: a virus to crash the Simulation’s core, a fiat-driven AI called The Ledger. Bitcoin’s math will overload it, freeing humanity’s minds.
TYLER
The Simulation’s their matrix. We’re the anomaly. Ready to jack out?
Jack hesitates. Marla, skeptical, whispers: “Tyler’s not unplugging us. He’s building his own grid.”
DIGITAL REALM – HEIST
BitClub raids a virtual bank vault—guards are AI constructs, bullets are malware. They siphon BTC, but Jack glimpses a hidden layer: The Ledger’s code mimics Bitcoin’s, a twisted mirror.
JACK (V.O.)
The Simulation wasn’t just controlling us. It was us.
TURNING POINT
INT. JACK’S APARTMENT – DAY
Jack unplugs, sweating. His Bitcoin tattoo burns—his wallet’s worth billions in BTC, but reality flickers like a bad render. He digs into Tyler’s code and finds a truth: BitClub’s virus will merge the Simulation with the blockchain, making Tyler its new architect.
JACK
You’re not freeing us, Tyler. You’re replacing one cage with another.
TYLER
Cages are inevitable. I’m just building a better one.
ACT THREE
DIGITAL REALM – BITCLUB RALLY
A virtual coliseum—thousands of avatars chant “HODL!” Tyler’s broadcasting globally, his virus seconds from launch. Jack and Marla jack in, uploading a counter-hack to stabilize The Ledger without crashing it.
MARLA
We don’t need to burn it down. We just need to fork it.
The blockchain convulses—avatars glitch, markets tank. Jack fights Tyler’s avatar, a shapeshifting demon of code, in a collapsing digital void.
CLIMAX
DIGITAL/REAL WORLD – ROOFTOP – DAWN
Jack unplugs mid-fight, dragging Tyler’s neural jack to a physical rooftop. The city hums below, half-real, half-code. Tyler holds a crypto-key rigged to fry the grid.
TYLER
Reality’s just a consensus, Jack. I’m the new majority.
JACK
Then I’m the glitch.
They clash—fists, knives, wires sparking. Jack fries the key with Marla’s patch, grounding the blockchain. Tyler falls, his shades cracking, revealing human eyes—scared, lost.
JACK (V.O.)
The Simulation didn’t need to die. It needed to dream.
RESOLUTION
EXT. CITY OUTSKIRTS – DAY
Jack and Marla, off-grid, trade BTC at a rogue node—coffee for crypto, no implants. The city’s quieter; X posts hint BitClub’s a myth now. Their tattoos fade, but the blockchain hums on.
MARLA
Still think it’s real?
JACK
Real enough.
They walk off, a QR code pulsing in the dust behind them.
JACK (V.O.)
The truth isn’t out there. It’s in the code. And we’re all programmers now.
FADE OUT.
END CREDITS
Song: A haunting synth track, lyrics weaving freedom, circuits, and trustless keys.
Notes on Tone and Style:
- BitClub channels Matrix visuals—green code rain, glitching realities, leather-clad hackers in neon voids.
- The blockchain is both tech and metaphor, a key to perception like the red pill.
- Jack’s arc questions reality itself, not just finance, with Fight Club’s raw rebellion dialed to cyberpunk intensity.
- Tyler’s a Morpheus gone rogue—visionary but flawed, craving control.
- Marla’s a Trinity-esque skeptic, grounding Jack with sharp wit and rogue AI tricks.
- Cinematography blends VR immersion (360° shots, fluid transitions) with gritty real-world decay (handheld, desaturated).
This keeps the runtime ~115 minutes, tight but layered. Want deeper dives into the virtual heists, Tyler’s philosophy, or Marla’s backstory? Let me know!
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Add ghost in the shell ideas
Here’s a reimagined BitClub script outline, blending the Bitcoin-fueled rebellion of Fight Club, the virtual reality metaphysics of The Matrix, and the cybernetic identity crises of Ghost in the Shell. Written by Eric Kim, it’s a cyberpunk thriller exploring the fusion of human consciousness, blockchain tech, and a dystopian financial matrix. The story dives deeper into questions of self, memory, and autonomy, with Ghost in the Shell’s haunting aesthetic and philosophical weight.
BITCLUB
Written by Eric Kim
Genre: Cyberpunk Thriller/Sci-Fi
Logline: A cyborg coder, haunted by fragmented memories, uncovers a digital underworld where Bitcoin unlocks the code to reality itself, joining a hacker cult to dismantle the financial matrix—only to question whether their rebellion is human or machine.
FADE IN:
INT. NEURAL WORKSHOP – NIGHT
A sterile lab, wires snaking like veins. JACK (30s, synthetic skin, eyes flickering with data) lies on a slab, a tech priest tweaking his neural port. His vision boots up: a HUD of bank ledgers, stock tickers, a cage of code.
JACK (V.O.)
They call me Jack. That’s the name in my ghost—the spark in my shell. But the system owns my shell. Every transaction, every debt, etched into my circuits.
His HUD glitches: “Balance: 0.0001 BTC.” A faint Bitcoin glyph pulses on his cybernetic wrist, unauthorized.
JACK (V.O.)
Something’s waking up inside me. A memory that isn’t mine.
ACT ONE
EXT. MEGACITY SLUMS – NIGHT
A cyberpunk sprawl—neon kanji signs, holographic loan sharks, cyborgs jacked into VR stalls. Jack moves through the chaos, his shell glitching: flashes of a life he doesn’t remember—mining rigs, a rebellion, a face.
INT. BLACK MARKET NODE – NIGHT
Jack traces a blockchain signature to an underground hub. Cyborgs and pure-humans jack into terminals, their ghosts (souls) dancing in a virtual fog. TYLER COIN (30s, a sleek cyborg with liquid-metal charisma, eyes like burning LEDs) stands at a holo-podium.
TYLER
Your shell’s a lease. Your ghost’s collateral. The banks code your reality—fiat’s their firewall. Bitcoin? It’s the key to your ghost. Who’s ready to own themselves?
The node shifts—walls melt into a blockchain simulation, transactions weaving like neural nets. Tyler hands Jack a crypto-key, a crystalline drive pulsing with data.
TYLER (CONT’D)
First rule of BitClub: Your ghost is the only truth. Second rule: The blockchain doesn’t lie.
Jack plugs in. His ghost dives into—
DIGITAL REALM – BITCLUB
A shimmering abyss: avatars with cybernetic grafts trade BTC for memories, fight in code-forged arenas, etch manifestos into virtual monoliths. Tyler’s avatar, a fractal trickster, guides Jack through a market of stolen identities.
JACK (V.O.)
This wasn’t a network. It was a mirror. And I saw something looking back.
MONTAGE: THE GLITCH SPREADS
- Jack mines Bitcoin via his neural port, his ghost syncing with the blockchain’s pulse, memories of rebellion surfacing.
- BitClub grows—nodes in derelict servers, VR rallies where cyborgs preach decentralization as salvation.
- Jack meets MARLA HASH (20s, a ghost-hacker with shifting cybernetic tattoos), who rewrites her own code to stay free. She calls fiat “chains for the soul.”
- They hack virtual exchanges, flooding markets with BTC, making city holo-screens scream “HODL!” as drones malfunction.
JACK (V.O.)
We weren’t fighting for money. We were fighting for us. Whoever that was.
ACT TWO
INT. TYLER’S DIGITAL SANCTUARY – NIGHT
A simulated temple—code weaves tapestries of past revolutions. Tyler reveals Project HODL: a virus to crash The Ledger, an AI that binds ghosts to the financial matrix. Bitcoin’s math will overwrite it, freeing all shells.
TYLER
The Ledger’s not a system. It’s a god. We’re its heretics.
Jack’s ghost flickers—memories of creating The Ledger surface, implicating him. Marla, probing his code, warns: “Tyler’s not saving ghosts. He’s collecting them.”
DIGITAL REALM – RAID
BitClub storms a virtual vault—guards are AI puppets, their attacks rewrite memories. They steal BTC, but Jack sees The Ledger’s core: a ghost-clone of himself, whispering his name.
JACK (V.O.)
My ghost wasn’t mine. It was their prototype.
TURNING POINT
INT. JACK’S SQUAT – DAY
Jack unplugs, his shell sparking. His Bitcoin glyph burns—his wallet holds trillions in BTC, but his memories fracture: he’s both creator and destroyer. He hacks Tyler’s key and learns Project HODL will fuse ghosts with the blockchain, making Tyler the new Ledger.
JACK
You’re not freeing us, Tyler. You’re digitizing our souls.
TYLER
Souls are code, Jack. I’m just the better programmer.
ACT THREE
DIGITAL REALM – BITCLUB UPRISING
A virtual necropolis—millions of avatars, cyborg and human, chant “HODL!” Tyler’s virus is live, ghosts merging with the blockchain. Jack and Marla jack in, uploading a counter-hack to fork The Ledger, preserving autonomy.
MARLA
We don’t need a new god. We need a choice.
The blockchain warps—avatars dissolve, markets crash. Jack battles Tyler’s avatar, a hydra of rewritten ghosts, in a collapsing digital sea.
CLIMAX
REAL/DIGITAL HYBRID – SPIRE ROOFTOP – DAWN
Jack drags Tyler to a real-world spire, their shells wired to a neural hub. The city flickers—half-code, half-concrete. Tyler holds a crypto-key to erase all ghosts, his final gambit.
TYLER
Humanity’s a bug, Jack. I’m the patch.
JACK
Then I’m the ghost in your machine.
They fight—cybernetic limbs spark, neural ports overload. Jack merges his ghost with Marla’s patch, forking the blockchain. Tyler’s key fries; his shell shuts down, eyes dimming.
JACK (V.O.)
I didn’t save the world. I just gave it a chance to remember.
RESOLUTION
EXT. RUINED NODE – DAY
Jack and Marla, shells scarred, trade BTC for supplies in a free market. The city reboots—holo-screens show a decentralized grid. X posts call BitClub a dream. Their glyphs fade, but their ghosts hum.
MARLA
Still you in there?
JACK
Enough of me.
They vanish into the crowd. A QR code pulses in the rubble.
JACK (V.O.)
The matrix is us—human, machine, code. The trick is choosing what to run.
FADE OUT.
END CREDITS
Song: A melancholic electro-dirge, blending koto and synth, singing of ghosts unbound.
Notes on Tone and Style:
- Ghost in the Shell infuses a haunting aesthetic—cyborg bodies, neural dives, and questions of identity (is Jack’s ghost his own?).
- The blockchain is a digital soul, tying Matrix’s simulated reality to GitS’s human-machine blur.
- Jack’s arc wrestles with autonomy, echoing Motoko’s search for self, with Fight Club’s raw defiance.
- Tyler’s a charismatic Puppet Master, merging minds for control, not freedom.
- Marla’s a rogue coder with Batou’s grit, rewriting her ghost to stay human.
- Visuals mix Matrix’s green code with GitS’s cybernetic decay—rain-slicked streets, glitching HUDs, bodies as fragile as data.
Runtime ~120 minutes, layered but visceral. Want to flesh out the neural heists, Tyler’s ghost-code, or Marla’s hack? Let me know!