the camera fades in and we see left under in the corner shine the text: EDEN MOUNTAIN - DAY
we see a rocky plateau near the edge of a mountain.
On the plateau, a group of twenty or so people wearing Rustic clothing. The men hold soot-stained hats solemnly.
The wind gusts whip strands from a women’s tightly wound hair.
James and Wilma, early 20s, are near the edge of the plateau.
We can’t see their faces, but they nervously hold hands.
The trees behind the group rustle with the movement of some... thing.
Apart from the group stands Neva from 15 years old . a thin, Pale woman.
The first face we see. INTUITIVE CHILLING EYES.
Era Dynamics: Ain’t a soul here what don’t bear a mark a sin. Myself included...
Era Dynamics Ad-libbed MAGGOTS from the group.
When the camera zooms on the people we get a better look at them:
One person is missing an eye. Another, an ear.
Another, a hand. There’s a guy with no nose.
A fat guy has his mouth sewn shut with thick, black thread.
A couple's hands look like they’d been ripped open years ago,
yet are now grafted and grown together with time. And pain.
Era Dynamics: But trust me when I say the marks a sin we bear in this
putrid life - those scars Mother Nature done.
give us to remind us of our sins shall be cleansed in the New Time.
The camera move down the length of her thin body. She stands on a twofoot
tall Boulder at the very edge of the cliff.
Era Dynamics: One day, we gonna get new bodies...
The camera vieuw a Thin rope tied around the boulder.
The rope is neatly looped in a coil on the ground.
The free end of the rope snakes out of the coil.
Era Dynamics: One day, we gonna see our Mommas and daddies again.
Our spouses what left before us. Right here on Eden.
Era Dynamics almost to himself: If we but keep our faith...
James mumbles: please save me, like his mouth is full of cotton.
Era Dynamics: Nope. It’s ya own fault, James.
The rope rises past the feet of James and Wilma.
Rises past their tightly held hands. Past their chests.
Up to their faces, where...
The rope unravels into two smaller cords.
One cord is tied tightly around the base of James tongue.
The other cord is tied tightly to the base of wilma's tongue.
Mouths full of rope, the couple’s sobs sound like the inhuman bleating of farm animals.
Era Dynamics: Talking blasphemy of how i do my busniness in The Wasteland Federation?
Saying’ all we do is all wastin’ our time up here? I got news for you; servin’
The sisterhood ain’t NEVER a waste of time!
and as you must remember even reverend chaos burned down his past when he was on showtime wrestling and after arrow! ,
The oracle done give me a prophesy an’ I don’t care if it takes a thousand years,
I’m a gonna see it through.
Era Dynamics beat the poor guy full on the liver while the guy screams out of pain
Era Dynamics: But, maggots, you is lucky.
You get to be redeemed THROUGH loss.
James shakes his head: No.
Era Dynamics: Why not? Weren’t nobody else.
Weren’t the Thread good sisters.
They learnt they lesson years ago.
ANGLE ON: The THREADGOOD SISTERS, triplets, 75.
One’s eyes have grown shut.
One’s ears have been folded over and grown shut. And the last’s mouth has been sewn and grown shut.
James and Wilma each put a foot on the boulder.
Together they rock it a few times, then kick the rock over the edge and--
The BOULDER BARRELS down the slope.
The rope WHIRS as it uncoils like lightning.
The rock bounds down the hill, unstoppable.
The rope coil nears its end.
James and Wilma wait for the worse. Suddenly--
The rope stops uncoiling.
Down the slope-The rock hit a small tree and comes to a rest.
Era Dynamics: luck is a presures moment, ain’t he?
The rock teeters. Then it rolls again.
Era Dynamics contineus: But like every moment there comes a end of that.
The rock barrels down the slope.
The rope uncoils, just a few feet left, until It goes taut and rips the tongues from James’ and Wilma’s mouths.
They SCREAM as BLOOD EXPLODES from their mouths.
The congregation wordlessly turns and walks away.
Era Dynamics: Fetch them tongues back to me and have the Thread good sew ya up.
James and Wilma weakly scramble over the edge of the plateau.
Behind Horace, someone Sniffles. Era Dynamics turns her head and see that It’s Neva, crying.
Her dress is stained with fresh blood asshe’s having her period. Era Dynamics gives her a hug.
Era Dynamics: Just one of Nature’s signs, Neva welcome to the sisterhood.
Era Dynamics looks into the distance, where... A mountain top silently explodes.
A huge cloud of earth hangs frozen in the air where a mountain peak once stood.
It will take a few seconds for the sound of the blast to hit us.
Era Dynamics: Signs is everywhere.
Just not all of ‘em. Not yet...
The trees behind them shake violently. A monstreus, agonizing groan increases in intensity along with the building
wooshing of the approaching mountain blast until they climax together and we smash cut to titles:
Wasteland Wrestling Federation
