(Untitled)

script by Michael Owen Reeve

 

Introduction:

 

Image i-A: a formless sgribble

Caption A (large, centered):

Not much is certain.

 

Image i-B: Several copies of the same face,

each shows different emotion.

(Anger, Sadness, Happiness, Blank, Curious, Distraught.)

At the beginning of the cycle, there’s a half-face

on the left side and another half-face on the

 right so that we see it is a constant cycle.

Caption i-B (centered):

There are no guarantees

that what has happened

in the past should

ever occur

in the future.

 

Image(s) i-C:  

 i-C-1: Two figures arguing

(left one pointing sword at other, both screaming).

Caption i-C-1:

One's own

worst enemy

 

i-C-2: Figure on left holds out hand, the other is surprised.

The sword is falling to ground.

Caption i-C-2:

might suddenly

 cast down

 his sword

 and offer his hand.

i-C-3: They shake

 

Image i-D:

A dwarf tearing a book to pieces, behind him there is a

burning temple of some sort seen from outside.

Caption i-D:

 Dwarves have always

distrusted tomes

that promise

insight.

 

 

 

 

Image i-E:

On the left, we see a hand reaching toward

another reaching hand on the opposite side.

Between them is a considerable amount of blood.

The two pools form what appears to be a two faces kissing.

The image is clear, a pair of lover had been murdered.

What we can see of the floor, it is tiled.

Caption i-E:

 The halls of

 Khasdum,

 at times

 were bastions

of wealth.

 At others, more often than not,

the floors were

 carpeted with blood.

 

 

 

 

Image i-F: Blank.

Caption i-F:

This is yet one of those tales.

 

END INTRODCUTION.

 

Scene One.

 

Image 1-A:

1-B-1: A long, grassy field, seen in close-up.

(Each successive frame is a “pan” from right-to-left.)

1-B-2: Grass, 1-B-3: bloody grass,  1-B-4: a glimpse of a black wing, 1-B-5: half of a crow,

1-B-6: the whole crow standing over half a dove lying on floor,

1-B-7: we see the rest of the dove and see one leg is missing.

Elements: Crow standing over lying dove that is clearly dying,

there is bloody grass for the floor.

Caption(s) 1-B:

 

§         1- (B-1) The intermingling grasses of the veldt dance in the warm breeze as if enthralled in celebration, back lit by the waning light of an afternoon sun. 

§         1- (B-2) Today is special. 

§         1- (B-3)  After a long draught, the thirst is finally quenched with the blood ---  

§         1- (B-7) of a dove. 

 

Image 1-C: (Full reveal of the carnage, but seen from a slight distance.)

Caption 1-C:

 

A lone crow ruthlessly picks at the dying dove's carcass. It stands on the dove's broken wing, pinning it down with its crude, reptilian feet.

 

 

Image 1-D: The crow is kneeling,

almost “kissing” the dove

on what could be the “cheek”

Caption 1-D:

 

The crow openly rejoices at the dove's misery, savoring the hot blood and the tinge of

 

Image 1-E: The crow now has it’s head held high,

caught within it’s beak is the dove’s eye.

Caption1-E:

 

death together as any other connoisseur would enjoy wine and fine perfume.

 

Image 1-F: The crow’s beak is now closed.

Caption 1-F:

 

The crow swallows a succulent morsel, smiling in its own way to the dove's shrieks of pain.

 

Image 1-G: Droplets of blood falling in mid-point

between crow & dove,

 we don’t see either bird.

Dialog 1-G (looks like a caption,

but with picture of crow in a circle

attached to upper-left corner like FF Tactics):

 

"You shouldn't have been so impetuous," cajoles the crow.

 

Image 1-H:  (Point of View for Dove) Low-angle, looking up at crow.

Above that is the sky where eagles are flying.

 

Dialog (Crow) 1-I:

 

"Thought you could soar with eagles, did you? Apparently old Thoragil didn't agree, eh?"

 

Image 1-J:

1-N-1: (POV for crow) Looking down at dove, squaking. 

1-N-2: (POV for crow) blood seeping from dove’s severed wing.

1-N-3: Crow moving aside.

 

Dialog (Crow) 1-K:

 

"Fly, stupid Dove. Fly away. To your worms and play that you so love."

 

Images 1-L:

1-L-1: Dove standing,  1-L-2: Dove flapping, blood flying.

1-L-3: Dove falls back to earth, dead. 1-L-4: Crow lauging.

 

END

 

 

Scene 2:

 

 

 

 

 

Scene 2