Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Etrigan - Dirty Demon - Grant McLaughlin
1 - An outside shot of a convenience store. Although it is daytime, you can see fire and light emerging from the windows and doors.
ETRIGAN: I have always loved to fight
All of Hell's many denizens.
Demons, devils, monsters, wights -
Not a question of "if", but "when".
2 - Interior shot. Etrigan is looking upwards and posing dramatically, spitting hellfire from his mouth. He looks the worse for wear: his clothes are ripped, little remains of his cape, and he is bloodied and bruised, as if coming from a difficult battle. There are not many people left in the store, but any who are are rushing out at full speed.
ETRIGAN: While I relish shedding their blood,
It is not always roses and dells.
Their viscera, innards, and cruds
Can have a most loathsome smell.
3 - Despite his injuries, Etrigan calmly walks through the aisles. Show that the store has also taken some damage: spilled products, small fires, destroyed sections, and the like.
ETRIGAN: Thus, it is more than just my hands
That will not easily come clean.
As if bound by iron bands,
Enslaved to those infernal machines.
4 - Etrigan walks toward the counter, pointing at the teenage cashier who is huddling on the floor behind the counter.
ETRIGAN: The quest falls to you, young porter,
To solve my dilemma and quandry.
5 - Switch angles to a worm's eye view type thing. The cashier looks up in terror. Etrigan stands at the counter, holding out a twenty dollar bill.
ETRIGAN: Would you have change in quarters,
So that I may do my laundry?