Post by Thomas Young on Mar 18, 2007 14:11:36 GMT -5
We open up...It's the middle of the night. The camera is focusing on what seems to be a cemetery. Then all of a sudden the sky begins to rumble . It spits down upon the earth. rendering the ground into mush.The sky has begun battle and the earth shall not emerge victorious...
LIGHT!
The earth becomes illuminated for the length of a blink. Quickly the earth is engulfed by darkness, a booming rumble follows. Then lightning illuminates the earth again...And again...And again. As if a child was playing with a light switch.
A car pulls up. It seems to be an SUV...A black 02' Tahoe. Quickly two figures emerge. One has a dufflebag, the other is empty handed. They exchange a few words before heading into the cemetery.
They continue walking for a few minutes until the reach two blank tombstones adjacent to two open graves. A man stands in between the two tombstones. The two toss the dufflebag to the mans feet.
Hooded Man #1: The eyes have escaped from soul locking all that isn't!
The man in between the graves removes his hood to reveal his identity
Mr. B: The eyes are still left in the palm of I!
The original two hooded men remove their hoods. They reveal themselves to be Thomas Young and Prince Darko.
Thomas Young: Hello, Mr. B.
Mr. B: So, Darko you brought the materials, I requested?
Prince Darko: It's at your feet.
Mr. B bends over and unzips the bag. He rummages through it for a moment before looking up and smiling a sick smile
Prince Darko: So what is the purpose of this meaning?
Mr. B: Well...It's time to bury the past. Move on with the future. Get rid of the things that hold down Foudationism.
Prince Darko: I think I follow.
Thomas Young: We're talking about Sebastian and the Cowboys right?
Mr. B: No Thomas...There is something holding down Foundationism that I believe you two are unaware of.
Prince Darko: You mean...?
Mr.B: Yes, Darko.
Mr. B goes into the bag, retrieving a red Punching Bag filled with dents and reads "Long Reign Durability"
Thomas Young: Thats...
Mr.B: Yes it is.
Thomas' look of confusion is gone...He smirks and begins to nod his head
Mr.B: The destroyer of this punching bag...He holds down Foundationism more than anyone. He disagrees with us and he must be buried.
Thomas Young: Let me do it.
Thomas walks forward, the rain begins to pour even harder then before. Everything begins to look more like a horror movie than a promo. He grabs the punching bag and examines the dents. He signs and tosses it into one of the open graves.
Thomas Young: Let this...Let this symbolize a burden removed from Foundationism.
Prince Darko: There are two graves B... I knew who you were talking about with the bag...But why a camera?
Mr. B leans over and pulls out the aforementioned camera
Mr. B: Think!
Prince Darko: Well...You asked me to get a camera that was damaged...It works though right?
Mr. B: Nope, all you get is snow.
Thomas Young: Get it now?
Prince Darko nods and walks forward. He grabs the camera from Mr. B and stares at it for a moment
Prince Darko: Let this mark the ending of any enigmatic ropes that tied Foundationism down.
Darko looks at the camera one more time before dropping it into the other grave and walking back over to Thomas. Mr. B smiles devilishly as he looks at the two graves
Mr. B : Now, another mater Foundationism has to attend to.
Prince Darko :The Cowboys. Cowardice isn't something that Foundationism too fond of. It's frowned upon. It belittles your value, it belittles your placement in the eyes of the public. The simple street tramp is more well respected than you two.
Thomas Young : A person that puts a value over their body has more respect than you. Cowboys, something is wrong. You need to wake up! You need to change your life styles.
Prince Darko: We've said it before, we have stop writing. It's time for you to write your own fate.
Thomas Young: Now I ask you this once more. Put your tag titles match slot on the line.
Prince Darko: This will be the best way to end your life of cowardice. You can end your story in glory and honor.
Thomas Young: Or, you can end it with shame and being disowned by society.
Prince Darko: The choice is all yours.
Thomas Young: Look!
He points at something and we
Fade to black
LIGHT!
The earth becomes illuminated for the length of a blink. Quickly the earth is engulfed by darkness, a booming rumble follows. Then lightning illuminates the earth again...And again...And again. As if a child was playing with a light switch.
A car pulls up. It seems to be an SUV...A black 02' Tahoe. Quickly two figures emerge. One has a dufflebag, the other is empty handed. They exchange a few words before heading into the cemetery.
They continue walking for a few minutes until the reach two blank tombstones adjacent to two open graves. A man stands in between the two tombstones. The two toss the dufflebag to the mans feet.
Hooded Man #1: The eyes have escaped from soul locking all that isn't!
The man in between the graves removes his hood to reveal his identity
Mr. B: The eyes are still left in the palm of I!
The original two hooded men remove their hoods. They reveal themselves to be Thomas Young and Prince Darko.
Thomas Young: Hello, Mr. B.
Mr. B: So, Darko you brought the materials, I requested?
Prince Darko: It's at your feet.
Mr. B bends over and unzips the bag. He rummages through it for a moment before looking up and smiling a sick smile
Prince Darko: So what is the purpose of this meaning?
Mr. B: Well...It's time to bury the past. Move on with the future. Get rid of the things that hold down Foudationism.
Prince Darko: I think I follow.
Thomas Young: We're talking about Sebastian and the Cowboys right?
Mr. B: No Thomas...There is something holding down Foundationism that I believe you two are unaware of.
Prince Darko: You mean...?
Mr.B: Yes, Darko.
Mr. B goes into the bag, retrieving a red Punching Bag filled with dents and reads "Long Reign Durability"
Thomas Young: Thats...
Mr.B: Yes it is.
Thomas' look of confusion is gone...He smirks and begins to nod his head
Mr.B: The destroyer of this punching bag...He holds down Foundationism more than anyone. He disagrees with us and he must be buried.
Thomas Young: Let me do it.
Thomas walks forward, the rain begins to pour even harder then before. Everything begins to look more like a horror movie than a promo. He grabs the punching bag and examines the dents. He signs and tosses it into one of the open graves.
Thomas Young: Let this...Let this symbolize a burden removed from Foundationism.
Prince Darko: There are two graves B... I knew who you were talking about with the bag...But why a camera?
Mr. B leans over and pulls out the aforementioned camera
Mr. B: Think!
Prince Darko: Well...You asked me to get a camera that was damaged...It works though right?
Mr. B: Nope, all you get is snow.
Thomas Young: Get it now?
Prince Darko nods and walks forward. He grabs the camera from Mr. B and stares at it for a moment
Prince Darko: Let this mark the ending of any enigmatic ropes that tied Foundationism down.
Darko looks at the camera one more time before dropping it into the other grave and walking back over to Thomas. Mr. B smiles devilishly as he looks at the two graves
Mr. B : Now, another mater Foundationism has to attend to.
Prince Darko :The Cowboys. Cowardice isn't something that Foundationism too fond of. It's frowned upon. It belittles your value, it belittles your placement in the eyes of the public. The simple street tramp is more well respected than you two.
Thomas Young : A person that puts a value over their body has more respect than you. Cowboys, something is wrong. You need to wake up! You need to change your life styles.
Prince Darko: We've said it before, we have stop writing. It's time for you to write your own fate.
Thomas Young: Now I ask you this once more. Put your tag titles match slot on the line.
Prince Darko: This will be the best way to end your life of cowardice. You can end your story in glory and honor.
Thomas Young: Or, you can end it with shame and being disowned by society.
Prince Darko: The choice is all yours.
Thomas Young: Look!
He points at something and we
Fade to black