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True Story
2006-08-30 - 8:14 p.m.


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FADE IN:

We see a teenage boy sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette.
He is sweating profusely, and has an intense look to him.
He is on LSD and having a bad trip. Intently he burns
cigarette holes into the chair, and occasionally his eyes
dart to his periphery without moving his head.

                         ARGENTUM (VO)
            It wasn't so bad until the acid
            started grooving down real hard-
            like.  Everything was intense, I
            could remember exactly everything I
            did up 'til that moment that day in
            exact detail..  And even that was okay.

ARGENTUM looks out of the corner of his eye and we see
sitting next to him is JAY, who then turns into a tan.
skinny, leathery, taut-skinned winged demon.

                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            It was when everyone started
            turning into demons that things
            really started to go wrong.

Another close-up of ARGENTUM's eyes as he glances the other
way, and we see, sitting on a couch next to him, JASON, who
changes into a darkly furry horned demon.



                         JASON
            Fuckin' Lions.  They'll always suck.

ARGENTUM looks directly in front of him.

                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            In fact, everyone changed into some
            sort of demon.  This guy DAVE.

                                            CUT TO:

DAVE stands around, very short, shirtless, fisherman's hat,
with a a face hidden by darkness, his eyes, glow out of the
darkness, gleaming white.

                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            Even my friend, MIKE.

                                            CUT TO:

Here we see MIKE, laughing about nothing in particular, turn
into a warty, hook-nosed sailor-demon.

                                                            2.


                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            Except STIFFY.  He didn't change.
            I wasn't sure at the time, but
            maybe its because he was soul-less.
            I didn't find out until later that
            I was right.

                                            CUT TO:

STIFFY sitting on yet another old chair, rocking pensively,
surrounded by demons, absolutely unchanged.

                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            And I didn't even really  know any
            of these guys.  Well, except MIKE.
            And he was a crook-nosed, demon
            sailor now.  He's sure as hell not
            going to help me if something goes
            down.

                                            CUT BACK TO:

MIKE is still laughing simplistically, over and over, still
looking like a hook-nosed sailor-demon.

                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            I just showed up, and they said,
            "You're cool.  Here, eat this."
            And I did.  Lots of good that did me.

                                            CUT TO:

A normal looking JASON, unwrapping a tin foil with blotter
acid in the center of the foil, an eagle stamped on each
perforated square.  He hands a piece to ARGENTUM, who pops
it into his mouth.

                                            CUT BACK TO:

ARGENTUM gets up unsteadily from his chair, holding his
cigarette awkwardly with his index finger and thumb.  He
stumbles over to the door of the hunting cabin and almost
falls twice, tripping over furniture and his fellow drug-
abusers.

                         ARGENTUM
            I gotta...go...I gotta'
            get...out...I need...some...fresh...I
            gotta' go out...side...I

                         JASON
            What?

                                                            3.


                         JAY
            Where are you goin'?

ARGENTUM fumbles at the doorknob, dropping his cigarette.

                         JAY
            Sit down...

                         ARGENTUM
            I need some...air...I gotta'.

                         JASON
            Hey!  Do you remember that time we
            were up at Beaverton, and ARGENTUM

                         JAY AND JASON (UNISON)
            COULDN'T GET THE DOOR OPEN!!!

There is cackling and high-pitched sadistic laughter as
ARGENTUM finally gets the door open and flees outside,
stumbling behind the cabin towards the pond out back.  He is
in the middle of nowhere.  The ground is pure white, while
the patchy grass is blueish-green.  The pond is pitch black,
a hole hacked rudely out of the ground and filled with water.
ARGENTUM stumbles over the hard ground to the pond.

                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            Water always seemed to calm me down.
            Maybe if I just sit here by the
            pond for a moment.

At that moment, the back door to the hunting lodge flings
open, and JASON streaks out of it, shirtless, hair standing
on end, still looking like a furry demon.  He runs by
ARGENTUM at top speed, howling like mad, and jumps into the
pond.

                         JASON
            HOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

JASON climbs out of the inky water and has finally changed
back to a human being.

                         JASON
            I thought that might freak you out.
            Did that freak you out?

Out of the corner of ARGENTUM's eye, once again, JASON turns
into a furry, horned demon.

                         ARGENTUM
            No...not really.

                                            CUT TO:

                                                            4.


JASON and ARGENTUM sitting by the pond while the sun starts
to set.

                         ARGENTUM(VO)
            And that's how I first started
            hanging around with the guys.

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