[Versus]

Hrm. I'm very tired and very drunk. I'd like to post more, but I have to go to a range in the morning so this is all y'all get for now.

CAMERA CUTS TO A SOLO HELICOPTER FLYING LOW OVER AN EXOTIC JUNGLE LANDSCAPE. ALTHOUGH PARTIALLY SHROUDED BY A DISTANT RIDGELINE, THE SETTING SUN CAN BE CLEARLY DISTINGUISHED THROUGH THE ROLLING CANOPY. IN IT'S DAILY MOMENT OF WANING GLORY, IT APPEARS AS AN ORACLE FORETELLING A COMING APOCALYPSE TO A WORLD THAT TURNS A BLIND EYE. THROUGH A SCORCHED RED HEAVEN, IT CONVEYS A WARNING OF BLOOD SO PRIMAL THAT ONLY DEVILS MIGHT UNDERSTAND THE KIND OF HELL THEY ENTER. THE CHOPPER CONTINUES IT'S FLIGHT PATH UNTIL IT CRESTS THE RIDGELINE. BEYOND, A SMALL CLEARING CAN BE SEEN ON A PLATEAU IN THE DISTANCE. MASKED BY SHEER SLOPES, IT STANDS AS AN ISLAND OF ORDER THREATENED TO BE DEVOURED BY A CHAOTIC SEA.

CAMERA CUTS TO THE CREW COMPARTMENT OF THE HELICOPTER. INSIDE, A SLEEPING VERSUS CAN BE SEEN BATHED IN DIM RED LIGHT FROM AN OPEN HATCH. OPPOSITE HIM, HUMANEPAIN GAZES OUTSIDE.

HP: [Quietly to himself] Sanity, it would seem, is being encroached upon by the very madness aligned against us.

CAMERA CUTS TO THE HELICOPTER LANDING IN THE CLEARING. THE SUN HAS FINALLY SET, AND FLOODLIGHTS ARE ALL THAT REMAIN TO ILLUMINATE A SMALL COMPLEX OF SANDBAGS AND CONCRETE. VERSUS AND HUMANEPAIN EXIT THE HELICOPTER.

V: [Cautiously] What is this place?

HP: [Pauses to compose himself] The last bastion of coherence we have left,
Versus. The General board.

V: [Shocked] Fuck. How?

HP: When it all began, we were so disorganized that t'was nigh impossible to coordinate any kind of defense. I believe it was the notion of it all. Our minds petrified in the attempt to rationalize, to merely grasp the absurdity. I think t'was in that instance that the trolls saw their opportunity. Our burden was our need for thought... Where all they merely concerned themselves with was to speak. The new newbies broke ranks first.

V: [Confused] New newbies?

HP: [Sternly] Versus...

V: [Thinks for a moment, then overcomes his ego and comprehends the courtesy extended to him.] Oh. Right. Last October.

HP: [Undeterred] Without a ready supply of pawns and shouldering too many passive members, we had no other recourse but to fall back here. [With a hint of regret] We have lost much. Worse, we stand to lose more still. [Cryptically] If it wasn't for The Don, I question that we would have fought at all.

V: The Don?

HP: This way.

CAMERA CUTS TO A LUSH OFFICE DOMINATED BY A LARGE DESK. BEHIND IT, A LAVISH AND TALL CHAIR THAT FACES OPPOSITE THE DOORWAY HIDES THE IDENTITY OF IT'S OCCUPANT. ONLY A HAND THAT GRASPS A FAT PIMP CANE CAN BE SEEN PROTRUDING FROM THE CHAIR'S MASSIVE PROPORTIONS. A SLIGHT TAPPING AT THE DOOR SUDDENLY INTERRUPTS THE SILENCE, BUT IT IS IGNORED. AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, THE VISITOR TRIES AGAIN. THIS TIME, IT ELICITS A GROAN OF ANNOYANCE FROM THE OCCUPANT.

???: [At length] Enter!

ENTER HUMANEPAIN AND VERSUS. HP TAKES A MOMENT TO WIPE A BEAD OF SWEAT FROM HIS BROW BEFORE COLLECTING HIMSELF AGAIN.

???: Speak!

HP: [Apprehensively with a submissive posture] Boss, I have returned with him as you commanded.

???: [Irritated] No shit! But I guess it's too much to ask to enjoy an evening. [Placing the pimp cane in an elbow, The Don claps hands dramatically] Skank off!

A TOPLESS WOMAN, HIDDEN BEHIND THE CHAIR AS WELL, STANDS. AFTER A SLIGHT BOW, SHE MOVES QUICKLY TO THE CORNER OF THE ROOM AND REMAINS SILENT. THE CHAIR SPINS AROUND DRAMATICALLY AND UNDERWATER OPHELIA SCOWLS AT THE TWO INTRUDERS.

Underwater Ophelia: This better be worth it.