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By the author Matthew Buchanan, INC.
(And by appropriate audience, I mean you fans out there.)
We see a ruined city. In the foreground is strong metal rebar and steel girders twisted like paper-mache. In the background, we see skeletons of skyscrapers reaching desperately to the blackened night sky. As the howling wind blows dust across the landscape, a large, metal plane flies over, shooting searchlights onto the ground. We then see through a night vision lens, looking at the vehicle as it hovers in the air and scrolling text gives us a technical readout.
Narrator: In the Twenty-First century…
We then switch to scenes of robot arms whirring and moving, building something in a large factory.
Narrator: A weapon will be invented like no other.
Then, we see a machine gun hanging from its mount on a vehicle whirring and aiming at the camera. We switch to a large, metal skull turning around and looking at the camera with glowing red eyes.
Narrator: This weapon will be powerful…
We see a tank’s tread rolling over a mound of skulls, crushing them. Then, we see the airborne vehicle flying over the smoggy ruins once more.
We then see the metal skulls red eyes whirring into focus.
Narrator: And indestructible.
A tank searched with its searchlights and aiming its laser gun at something. A dirty, disheveled man pokes his head out from behind a brick wall with his hands up in the air, shielding himself from the wind. Lightning arcs past the man as thunder cracks and the wind blows. We see the lighting arcing off the brick walls and the wind generated by it kicking up trash.
Narrator: It can’t be reasoned with.
We then see the face of a woman, Monkey D. Star, looking beaten up and horrified. A metal door with a hole is being beaten down by something very strong.
Narrator: It can’t be bargained with.
A man smoking a cigar in a dump truck looks out the window as the lightning arcs and the wind blows his hat off.
Narrator: It’ll feel no pity.
We then see two metal legs slowly walking up metal stairs. We see the rest of its metal, skeletal body coming for the screen.
Narrator: No remorse.
Makino looks horrified as she sees something we do not. We then see a world covered in red as something walks through a motel parking lot, freaking out a man who is getting into his truck right next to the something.
Narrator: No pain.
We then see a woman looking in shock and horror in her little suburban home as she backs away.
Narrator: No fear.
We then see the tank-like vehicle aiming its laser gun at something. The flying vehicle swoops down over the ruins of the city as the tank fires its lasers at soldiers scurrying around the ruins.
Narrator: It will have only one purpose.
We then see Monkey D Star hiding in a darkened room, eyes darting everywhere. We then see the flying vehicle slowly touching down on the ground.
Narrator: To return to the present…
The tank’s treads are blown up by explosives as the rest goes up in flames.
Narrator: And prevent the future.
A metal, skeletal hand flicks a few switches and we see a screen with 80s style startup text scrolling by. A leather gloved human-appearing hand loads a couple of shells into a shotgun.
Narrator: This weapon will be called…
We then see a large, hulking figure stepping over a dead policeman in a hallway with flames. We pan up to see Bartholomew Kuma, hatless, holding an SPAS-12 shotgun in one hand and an AR-18 in the other hand. His ever-present dark glasses over his eyes.
Narrator: THE PACIFISTA
Monkey D Star, Makino are dressed in pink waitress uniforms while a man is dressed in white shirt. All three of them are staring at a small television.
Makino: (looks at Star and says, jokingly) Yer dead, hunny!
With a tension sting, we see the Pacifista driving a police car, searching for Star. Then, Star is walking through an 80s night club with people dancing as she look over her shoulder, expecting the Pacifista to attack at any time. A car is being chased through an alleyway by a police car. Star is in the passenger seat and she looks back, terrified. The car and the police car slam against each other and it drives the police car into a spin, making it crash against a taxi. Then, we see Dragon wearing only pants running through an alley way as lights flash behind him. The car from earlier with a cracked back window peels into a street. The car then mounts the median and flips over as Star is tossed around. We then see the Pacifista entering into the same night club Star was in and we see him through a wire fence that makes up the entrance. We switch to Dragon aiming a revolver at a police officer, looking shaken and impatient.
Dragon: What day is it? The date!
Police Officer: (trying to stay composed) T-twelfth…May…Thursday…
Dragon: (shouting) What year?!
The Pacifista walks into a room and opens fire with the AR-18, the machine gun bucking in his hand. He sprays across the room. Dragon and Star, crouching to avoid gunfire, run through police offices. We then see through the Pacifista’s red eyes, seeing them running through the alley. Then, they are running down a steep inclined street with an eighteen wheel truck barreling after them. The Pacifista’s cold eyes scan the scenery. Then, a shadowy figure fires a laser gun in a smokey, dark hallway. Star runs through the alley as Dragon is close behind, loading his shotgun. The Pacifista runs after them at top speed. Dragon is driving erratically in a car, holding Star up against the passenger seat.
Dragon: I’m here to help you! I’m Dragon. DN-38416.
Star begins to calm down in the passenger seat.
Dragon: I’ve been assigned to protect you. You’ve been targeted for termination.
The Pacifista, with his back on fire, leaps onto the hood of the car Dragon is driving in reverse. Star, in the passenger seat, gasps in terror. The hulking giant rears his fist back and punches through the windshield, grabbing Star by the shirt. A car then drives through the front doors of the police station. Star is lying in the passenger seat of a new car, looking up at Dragon.
Star: Why does it want me?
We then see the Pacifista stalking through a crowd of dancing people in the nightclub.
Star: (voiceover) Why me?
We see Star sitting alone at one of the night club tables, looking skittish. The Pacifista runs to a red motorcycle and mounts it. He spins the motorcycle around and peels out. In the nightclub scene, the Pacifista takes out an AMT Hardballer .45 Longslide with a laser sight mounted on the top and aims it. The laser trains right on Star’s forehead. The Pacifista then slowly peeks his head out the window of the cop car.
Narrator: Bartholomew Kuma is…
The Pacifista then gets up from the dance floor of the nightclub, draws an Mini Uzi and sprays bullets across the air.
The title slides across the screen and stops in the center as the Narrator speaks the title.
Narrator: Your future is in its hands.