Post by Grave Digger on Jun 11, 2012 23:42:32 GMT -6
Mitch: These guys, they just don’t get. They just don’t get it, they just… They just don’t get it.
[The parking lot starts to appear from behind the trees. It is littered with broken glass and empty beer bottles from teenagers who come down here to drink. Every few hundred yards there are electricity poles, their wires broken and blowing in the wind like weeping willow trees. I sit in the empty parking lot surrounded by barren trees; I am in a dead, urban jungle. This place was once teeming with life, but now it is all but empty.]
Mitch: I am not Grave Digger any more, that part of me is long gone. That man hurts people, just like he’ll probably hurt The Predator at Freedom. These guys really just don’t get it.
[From this spot I can see everything. The roofs of seven abandoned buildings create an industrial skyline from where I sit. A bulldozer stands where a building once did. The sun is beginning to set and the windows of the buildings are giving off a powerful glare. The sky is a mix of oranges and reds, straight out of a Van Gogh painting. The purple clouds are motionless and seem to be waiting for the sun to set, so they can go to sleep.]
Mitch: Stardust, may the gods have mercy on you.
Grave Digger: Let’s finish this… Predator will not be shown any mercy.[/color]
[The scene fades to black.]
