Open Scene-Germany:
A quaint, picturesque mountain village comes into focus. It is a scene of pure peace and tranquility; the deep glacier lake glitters and sparkles, reflecting the light of the noon sun like a giant diamond. Patches of wooden cabins with thatched roofs sprinkle the encompassing mountains and valley floor and the town’s inhabitants gaily go about their daily business.
The quiet and stillness is broken by the deep and steady tone of the announcer who will narrate the current program running through my unconscious mind.
Announcer:
“At first glance, this small and private community, tucked away in the deep mountain forest and secluded from the bustling activities of modern Germany, would appear close to perfection and an ideal vacation getaway. However, beneath the natural beauty and stashed away in the deepest, darkest recesses of the town’s history is a secret so terrifying as to rival the atrocities of the Holocaust. An ancient evil, born from the depths of hell and arising from the bottom of the deep glacier lake torments the town, claiming numerous lives each year. Knowledge of survival is passed down from generation to generation and despite the danger, locals have learned to live comfortably with their demon. They now struggle to gain ownership of the surrounding region from the government, which, being the greedy, bastard, political machine it is, is asking for far too much money. Only the people of this community understand and can survive this ancient threat; it is the only way of life they know. Hence, it is their responsibility. They have earned the right to own the land with the numerous lives claimed each year by their tormentor, but now they need your help to battle against the ignorant, stupid and money-hungry German government.”
Intro to Demon Montage:
Scene zooms in from panorama of the lake and mountain range to a small dirt path running between neighboring houses. Being a popular pathway for villagers it hence doubles as a popular hunting ground for the neighboring demon. An elder woman, carrying her paper-bagged groceries, enters the scene, approaching from the end of the trail at a slow, cautious pace. Suddenly, a grotesque brown blur swoops down from amongst the towering pines, shooting like an arrow toward the feeble and aged woman. Her death appears imminent but like a trained soldier she ducks and rolls at the last moment and sprints to the nearest porch, squeezing her body between the door and screen. The same event with different villagers repeats in quick, successive scenes before abruptly ending with the death of an unsuspecting ground squirrel. The final image remains frozen as the scene blurs into black, the fierce red eyes of the demon pierce through the darkness, and viewers catch a glimpse into the raw, untamed and horrifying evil of the creature.
END SCENE: Commercial Break
END BREAK:
Production studio’s slate pops up—similar to the gold and block like appearance of 20th Century Fox’s slate but has the title of National Journal Studios. Image is immediately followed by a photograph of a bronze statue depicting the demon, giving viewers a sense of the ingrained history the creature holds in the community.
Resume Program:
An animated world map, depicting the shift of the continents from the beginning of time till now, remains on screen as the history of the German town and the evil it hides is briefly narrated.
Announcer:
“Billions of years ago dinosaurs and creatures unknown inhabited the land and the world’s continents were one large landmass; a super-continent essentially. At the southernmost tip was a region buried in ice; cold, frozen and near un-survivable but, from time to time, life would wonder in. The weak would quickly perish but the strong would fight back and in turn obtain preservation within the frozen environment. Such is the story with the German demon. Before the separation of the continents the creature was buried deep within the glacier ice and when the lake finally thawed in modern day Germany the evil was released.”
Map begins to fade as the announcer ends his narration and introduces the next scene—“In efforts to raise awareness to their plight, the city council enlisted the help of a national news station. The following clip is taken from the news broadcast.”
News Broadcast:
It is a bright and sunny day in the quaint mountain village. All seems well and as it should be. At the center of town community leaders and city council members gather for what appears to be a classic picnic; a celebration perhaps for community achievements. However, it quickly becomes evident that this is no ordinary picnic. A sense of purpose and strong determination permeates the air—the ingredients for a political rally. A vibrant, young news reporter with perky tits and bright blond hair takes center stage and ecstatically interviews a town elder to learn the reasons behind the present gathering.
Town Elder:
“It is of the upmost importance that the nation takes head of our crisis. Only WE can take control of the situation because it is OUR personal history. We have an intimate knowledge of the evil that stalks within our mists, but our quest to uncover the true nature of this creature is restricted by our borders. We must seize control of the surrounding region, specifically the outer rock formations, because we believe the demon takes refuge within the deep rock chasms rather than the glacier lake…”
Return to Rally:
Despite the gentleman’s intense passion for the rally’s cause, he is cut short by the approach of the town mayor. He is aged, wrinkly man; balding and hunched over but with the brilliant and sparkling blue eyes expected of all German purebreds. Taking little head of the beautiful reporter, the mayor leads his town into the surrounding pine grove and begins to ceremoniously plant acorns—“To achieve more protection from those blasphemous red eyes,” he quickly explains.
The scene begins to blur to black and the voice of the announcer returns to introduce the next chapter of the program.
Announcer:
“The challenge the old villagers face is a perilous one indeed, but a new and more dangerous evil brews within the dark alleys and towering sky rises of New York City.”
END SCENE: Commercial Break
END BREAK:
National Journal Studio slate appears followed by another photograph depicting a different bronze statue of the demon.
New York Capture Scene:
It’s late at night, all the bars and restaurants are finally closed and a young chef is quickly traversing the streets of downtown NY on his way home. He walks with a self-assurance and pompous air that any over- confident and egotistical young man would possess. He is a perfect, unsuspecting target for the grotesque demon hunting within the area. Suddenly, the young chef is snatched up and viciously slammed against the large dumpster at the other side of the ally. Instantly, all is hushed and still, and peering through the darkness are two, almond shaped and burning red-eyes. But there is something different in these eyes, something more unnatural and almost devious, as if the creature is harboring a dark secret. In a moment it all becomes clear—the demon is not hunting for nourishment but rather as a means of procreation. The evil has mutated, giving it the power to infect and transform its victims. In mere weeks, the once pompous chef will become a blood thirsty demon of the night. A new sense of terror is thus unleashed because anyone can be infected. It could even happen to me…
END SCENE- My Evil Side:
I am myself, wandering the streets of my childhood neighborhood and pondering what I would do if I became one of the lucky few to get infected and turn to the dark side. Who would I go after? Who deserves to die? Suddenly, the clouds part, a light bulb goes off in my head, and my plan comes together—I would seek and destroy my ex’s. After all, they were pathetic boys too immature and too timid to make a commitment to me but thought the trashy whores who bedded them right after my ending where good enough. I would kill them first, making their sluts suffer through the pain of losing someone before ending each bitch’s life with a quick swipe of my gnarled, razor sharp claw across their throats.
END PROGRAM
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