Rural Hell to Urban HellBefore you can understand where I was going or even why I was going you have to understand where I started I left from. I was living in outside of Elsinore, Ontario. A community of the whitest hick folk you have ever seen. Honestly most people driving though wouldnt realize it was even a community to begin with; it just looks likes about a dozen houses along the side of the road. According to the legal documents in the Owen Sound (which is a sprawling metropolis in comparison to Elsinore) it shouldnt even exist anymore. It was formed around a bubble of land in the Chippewa Native reserve granted to the soldier who wrote the poem In Flanders Field and was supposed to be given back to the reserve after he died but as always the white man ignored the natives land claims and their own treaty agreements. One of they places in the Southern half of the province that German Sheppards have been eaten alive by coyotes over night on multiple occasions. Better yRural Hell to Urban Hell by NorthNightwatchmanJR
Screen Play Scene1. SPOKANE FALLS MIDDAYScreen Play Scene by NorthNightwatchmanJR
VICTOR and THOMAS stand next to the falls holding each holding a BOX OF ASHES. A THIN RUSTY RAIL stands between them and the falls below. NATIVE DRUMMING MUSIC plays softly in the background. The two of them talk about VICTORS FATHER.
I still never found out why he left. For all I know
it really was my fault that he left. Ill never know.
It wasnt your fault he left. I dont know why but
I do know that wasnt the reason he left.
I suppose youre right.
Victor walks closer to the railing and dumps his BOX OF ASHES into the water. Off to the side Thomas starts to smile.
2. SPOKANE FALLS 15 YEARS AGO
YOUNG THOMAS standing at the falls in front of VICTORS FATHER. VICTORS FATHERS PICKUP TRUCK is close by in the background. NATIVE DRUMMING MUSIC plays louder than A BRAND NEW RAILING stands between them and the falls instead of the rusty one. VICTORS FATHER places h
The Truth About The Squids 1?The Truth About The SquidsThe Truth About The Squids 1? by NorthNightwatchmanJR
From my cockpit view screens I looked out into the endless expanse of sand, the desert that once was New Jersey a major city before General Coops last stand against the Squids 30 years ago. There was not a single sign of life, not even bacteria can survive the irradiated wasteland left here. Even I would not be alive if not for my Combat Apparatus Suit (or CAS as everyone who isnt a tech boy calls it). I always thought that was a stupid name for it. It just does not express the power or carry the weight of a 300 tonnes of fortified steel forged into the shape of the greatest species to ever exist in the universe, man. Nor does it even try to illustrate the sheer firepower it carries. One arm ends in a large bore, machine gun that fires bullets that would have been called artillery shells back in the 20th century. The other arm has a more mundane hand used for close combat with CAS scaled knives held in sheathes on the shoulder. It doesn
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