Post by The Man in Black on Oct 8, 2007 4:00:40 GMT -5
[Darkness.
Slowly, we fade up on a old TV set, standing on a bare floor, the shadows cast from its spindly legs stretching far out behind it. The aging, dusty screen is silent… until it abruptly barks into life with a brief burst of static. We slowly zoom toward the screen.
More static.
A series of jagged lines flickering on the screen
Blackness. The TV fills our field of vision.
A voice.]
“For two thousand millennia, human beings have crawled upon the surface of this planet. Hurtling heedless through the void, unaware of their tiny place in the universe. Confronted with danger at every turn.”
[A brief burst of static.
A flickering confusion of images. Figures shrouded in darkness. Flashbulbs, cheering crowds, an upraised steel chair, a fallen figure dripping blood that pools on the mat beneath him.
Blackness.]
“We endured. We evolve. We adapt.”
[The jagged lines slice across the screen once more.]
“We seek out challenges and strive to overcome them.”
[The images race across the screen again. Black-and-white footage of high-rise workmen in the early years of the 20th century. A free-climber leaping for a precarious handhold. Early footage of a biplane taking to the air. The Hoover dam, spilling millions of gallons of water. A wrestler, frozen in mid-air, somersaulting over the top ropes backwards, arms thrown out in a crucifix position.
Blackness.]
“We fight.”
[War footage. World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq. Hiroshima.]
“And we have fought too long… too hard… to become a joke.”
[Slam cut to the face of our narrator. His eyes concealed behind mirrored sunglasses, his face impassive, controlled, set like stone.]
Seth Harker: Do I look… like I’m joking?
[Blackness. Words explode out at us, accompanied by a whip-crack of thunder.]
PARODY
ISN’T
FUNNY
ANY
MORE!
[The screen of the television set explodes outwards, a slow-motion arc of glittering fragments. Cut to black.]
DARKSIDER
[Cut to Black]
Slowly, we fade up on a old TV set, standing on a bare floor, the shadows cast from its spindly legs stretching far out behind it. The aging, dusty screen is silent… until it abruptly barks into life with a brief burst of static. We slowly zoom toward the screen.
More static.
A series of jagged lines flickering on the screen
Blackness. The TV fills our field of vision.
A voice.]
“For two thousand millennia, human beings have crawled upon the surface of this planet. Hurtling heedless through the void, unaware of their tiny place in the universe. Confronted with danger at every turn.”
[A brief burst of static.
A flickering confusion of images. Figures shrouded in darkness. Flashbulbs, cheering crowds, an upraised steel chair, a fallen figure dripping blood that pools on the mat beneath him.
Blackness.]
“We endured. We evolve. We adapt.”
[The jagged lines slice across the screen once more.]
“We seek out challenges and strive to overcome them.”
[The images race across the screen again. Black-and-white footage of high-rise workmen in the early years of the 20th century. A free-climber leaping for a precarious handhold. Early footage of a biplane taking to the air. The Hoover dam, spilling millions of gallons of water. A wrestler, frozen in mid-air, somersaulting over the top ropes backwards, arms thrown out in a crucifix position.
Blackness.]
“We fight.”
[War footage. World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq. Hiroshima.]
“And we have fought too long… too hard… to become a joke.”
[Slam cut to the face of our narrator. His eyes concealed behind mirrored sunglasses, his face impassive, controlled, set like stone.]
Seth Harker: Do I look… like I’m joking?
[Blackness. Words explode out at us, accompanied by a whip-crack of thunder.]
PARODY
ISN’T
FUNNY
ANY
MORE!
[The screen of the television set explodes outwards, a slow-motion arc of glittering fragments. Cut to black.]
DARKSIDER
[Cut to Black]