Sorry for the late update, guys. Fell behind my quota
SCENE TEN. INT. HARD LIGHT – DAY.
It is the next day. We are back at the palace of the usual couches and beer. Now, though, several of the couches are deserted, and a large cluster of people is crowding around a large poster on the wall. On the top of the poster, emblazoned in bold letters are the words JOIN NOW, PROTECT YOUR FORUM!. Beneath it is a large picture of HLP Marine, dressed in full combat gear, and below that, a long list, which is rapidly filling up with signatures. We cut to the rustling, unruly front of the human mass. Various forum members are stepping forth to add to their names to the ever growing list. We cut to PYRO-MANIC and HOLY IMPERIAL GLORIANO. They are standing next to each other and looking at the monstrosity before them. PYRO-MANIC has his arms crossed, and HOLY IMPERIAL GLORINO has his hands in his pockets. PYRO-MANIC turns to look at his companion.
PYRO-MANIC: Eh…I don’t like it.
HIG: (In foreign accent) What?
PYRO-MANIC: I don’t like this. It seems weird, having a dedicated military force.
HIG: I like. Might be good.
PYRO-MANIC turns and gives a side ways glance at HIG.
PYRO-MANIC: You never know. Once you start getting a military, you get police, once you get police you get censorship, once you get censorship…you get filters.
HIG: Forums never come to that!
PYRO-MANIC: (Shrugs) You never know…
They turn to look back at the poster. We cut to where SWAMP_THING is trying to scramble over various members to get close enough to sign.
SWAMP_THING: (Chanting) Must…sign…for…great…justice…
SWAMP_THING leaps up onto the shoulders of an unfortunate board member, and leaps onto the head of the next. He is almost in a zombie-like state as he continually jumps from head to head, desperately seeking the almighty list. We are following him with the camera, and a few feet in front of him, we see DREW, leaning against ICESPEED, talking to her nonchalantly. ICESPEED is looking away, trying yet failing to get DREW to leave. Suddenly, SWAMP_THING leaps on top of DREW, who loses his balance, face planting him to the floor, out of sight of the camera. The two rise up from the bottom of the screen, DREW is dusting himself off and looking madly for ICESPEED.
DREW: He-hello? Hello? Hey babe, where are ya?
After frantically searching for a few minutes, he turns his attention to SWAMP_THING, now limping in a stupefied zombie-like state towards his objective. He grabs his shoulders and spins him around. SWAMP_THING is drooling a little from his mouth, his eyes are vacant, and his body is completely slack.
DREW: You just cost me a DATE!
SWAMP_THING gurgles and smiles stupidly. Spittle bubbles from his mouth as he makes a satisfied moaning sound.
DREW: Goddamn piece of—
He slams SWAMP_THING against the poster, disrupting several forumites nearby. SWAMP_THING is pressed against the wall. He turns his head and sees a pen, dangling from a chain attached to the poster. He reaches for it, but it is just a few inches out of his grasp. DREW is busy yelling at his face, but SWAMP_THING is still single-mindedly focused on the pen.
DREW: I was THIS close to getting her to pay attention to me!
He holds up two fingers, about a centimeter apart.
DREW: This close! If it wasn’t for YOU and your stupid—
He realizes SWAMP_THING isn’t paying attention to him. He hauls his fist back into the air, ready to slam it into SWAMP_THING’s face. SWAMP_THING’s attention suddenly shifts from the pen to DREW’s fist. He smiles and gurgles, drool falling from his mouth. As DREW readies his fist and subsequently launches it forward, SWAMP_THING’s eyes narrow just a little. As the fist is about to hit, he ducks down, pulling DREW down with him. The latter’s fist slams into the wall, causing DREW to let out a yelp of pain. SWAMP_THING dips under and beneath DREW’s legs, rearing up behind him. He grabs DREW by the back of his collar, and yanks him to the ground, dragging him behind him as he lurches towards the pen. DREW is yelling incoherently, screaming out vague threats at SWAMP_THING. SWAMP_THING grabs the pen and signs his name, and then once more turns his attention to the kicking and shouting DREW. Gurgling and smiling stupidly once again, he looks down at his captor. Grinning broadly, he lifts him over his shoulder and lurches off into the crowd.
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