Post by Brian Bruno on Feb 24, 2007 16:01:48 GMT -5
Fade in. A street corner somewhere in Calgary.
A young man, not older than 25, is walking down a busy street. He has shopping bags in his hands, a close-cropped haircut, jeans and a thermal sweater with a vest thrown over it. He takes a turn down into a small alley - a shortcut he's known all his life.
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Cut to the other side of town. The front lot of a small, seedy motel. We move inside to find the room untouched. Perhaps it's vacant? No - a voice. It sounds like whoever it is occupying the room is using some sort of voice-altering device. It sounds almost demonic.
Voice: Where is the fine line between obsession and insanity? When does a man cross it, and plunge headlong into the underworld of his own mind? Are we slaves to our own primal emotions? What have I....become?
When the nightmare began - I still had control most of the time. Now? Now, my time is running short. Soon, there will be no me. I will become my own worst enemy.
And then, NO ONE will be safe.
Do I even care anymore?
.......
Not the slightest.
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Cut to the front page of the Calgary Sun. A small snippet on the bottom, beneath the day's headline:
Calgary Man Beaten Into Coma By Unknown Assailant.
fade out.
A young man, not older than 25, is walking down a busy street. He has shopping bags in his hands, a close-cropped haircut, jeans and a thermal sweater with a vest thrown over it. He takes a turn down into a small alley - a shortcut he's known all his life.
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Cut to the other side of town. The front lot of a small, seedy motel. We move inside to find the room untouched. Perhaps it's vacant? No - a voice. It sounds like whoever it is occupying the room is using some sort of voice-altering device. It sounds almost demonic.
Voice: Where is the fine line between obsession and insanity? When does a man cross it, and plunge headlong into the underworld of his own mind? Are we slaves to our own primal emotions? What have I....become?
When the nightmare began - I still had control most of the time. Now? Now, my time is running short. Soon, there will be no me. I will become my own worst enemy.
And then, NO ONE will be safe.
Do I even care anymore?
.......
Not the slightest.
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Cut to the front page of the Calgary Sun. A small snippet on the bottom, beneath the day's headline:
Calgary Man Beaten Into Coma By Unknown Assailant.
fade out.