Post by Admin Chiv on Jul 18, 2016 15:45:56 GMT -5
Recount: An Ass of Yourself!
Barry Langevin is riding along a conveyor belt in a giant factory, mass producing small slips of paper. His laugh...is absolutely haunting. Just an endless “hoo hoo hoo” as some horrible grinding resounds from the press at the end of the...conveyor...belt...that he’s on...oh dear. He’s heading right toward it. The small sheets have “BALLOT” scribbled across the top, and they reach the end of the belt, falling into a bucket that a black and white donkey is dipping into every few seconds. The crashing and grinding gets louder and louder as the screen switches to a POV shot of him moving toward the machine. Now he’s crawling…untethered, but almost lusting after the violent death that awaits him. But he suddenly drops, his body tumbling through the air as he lands on the conveyor belt once more. The dumb old man didn’t even realize there was a drop. He was coughing now, his legs inches from the machine.
This was it.
This was…
The machine suddenly stopped, and Barry’s expression went from excited anticipation to full-blown rage. He was passing unharmed under the machine.
“MARIKO! YOU BITCH, YOU BETR—“
WHAM! The machine started again as his head passed into the middle of the machine, cutting his cry short. His headless body tumbled into the bin…followed by a bunch of blood colored, gory papers. And without even a twitch, the donkey dipped into the bin and took a mouthful of the Alumni SHSL Politician, and swallowed. Suddenly, it’s eyes flew open, as it spit a bloody tooth into the bucket, turned, and kicked the bucket across the room, sending papers flying. Each one…had “Marcilla McKeown” checked off, a final loss for the Alumni SHSL Politician.
Barry Langevin is riding along a conveyor belt in a giant factory, mass producing small slips of paper. His laugh...is absolutely haunting. Just an endless “hoo hoo hoo” as some horrible grinding resounds from the press at the end of the...conveyor...belt...that he’s on...oh dear. He’s heading right toward it. The small sheets have “BALLOT” scribbled across the top, and they reach the end of the belt, falling into a bucket that a black and white donkey is dipping into every few seconds. The crashing and grinding gets louder and louder as the screen switches to a POV shot of him moving toward the machine. Now he’s crawling…untethered, but almost lusting after the violent death that awaits him. But he suddenly drops, his body tumbling through the air as he lands on the conveyor belt once more. The dumb old man didn’t even realize there was a drop. He was coughing now, his legs inches from the machine.
This was it.
This was…
The machine suddenly stopped, and Barry’s expression went from excited anticipation to full-blown rage. He was passing unharmed under the machine.
“MARIKO! YOU BITCH, YOU BETR—“
WHAM! The machine started again as his head passed into the middle of the machine, cutting his cry short. His headless body tumbled into the bin…followed by a bunch of blood colored, gory papers. And without even a twitch, the donkey dipped into the bin and took a mouthful of the Alumni SHSL Politician, and swallowed. Suddenly, it’s eyes flew open, as it spit a bloody tooth into the bucket, turned, and kicked the bucket across the room, sending papers flying. Each one…had “Marcilla McKeown” checked off, a final loss for the Alumni SHSL Politician.
