[HoE] Deadlands: Hell on Earth: From the Ashes ad spot

["B.D. Flory" <bflory@frontiernet.net>]

[Some of you know what this is already; others can figure it out as you go.
 Trust me, it'll be worth it]

																			FADE IN:

EXT. DARK ALLEY

where something *slimy* slinks through the shadows.

			NARRATOR (v.o.)
		For two hundred years, a cancer 
		grew in our world.

																			CUT TO:

INT. MORGUE

where an unnamed undertaker cuts a slice of flesh from a cadaver...and puts
it on a sandwhich.

			NARRATOR (v.o., cont.)
		A darkness that threatened to
		drown everything that was good,
		and true.

																			CUT TO:

INT. MANSION - BALLROOM

a dark, broken-down shadow of its once magnificent self.  A priest with a
cross and a woman with a shotgun ward off a dozen Walkin' Dead.

			NARRATOR (v.o., cont.)
		For two hundred years, man
		has fought the darkness.

																			FADE TO:

BLACK SCREEN

			NARRATOR (v.o., cont.)
		Thirteen years ago, we lost.

																		      SOLARIZE TO:

EXT. CITY

LONG shot, as a death's head mushroom cloud erupts, blasting most of the
city's buildings flat.

																			FADE TO:

BLACK SCREEN

			NARRATOR (v.o.,cont.)
		Now, the Reckoners walk the
		Earth...

MONTAGE: A jumble of images thrown at us to an industrial rock beat; it is
hard to distinguish them, but a few hold screen long enough to grab us:

A small man fires a gun larger than he is.

Two post-modern gladiators duel in a pit fight in front of a blood thirsty
crowd.

A zombie attempts to crawl in the driver's side window of a speeding mack
truck.  The driver plants a shotgun in its mouth and pulls the trigger.

A templar fights her way through a mob, torn and bloodied, yet unbowed.

A close-up as a grim gunfighter places a old-style six shooter against a
man's forehead.

An extreme close-up on the trigger as his finger jerks it back.

A purple robed doomsayer concentrates as a green glow coalesces around him.

A close aerial shot as three tooled up and armed muscle cars close in on an
ancient army transport truck.

END MONTAGE

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EXT. UNKNOWN CITADEL

made of pure obsidian, MEDIUM shot.  We can make out a figure standing atop
the citadel, arms held to the sky.  Thick, reddish storm clouds are
gathering overhead; the surface below is indistinct, until flashes of
lightning illuminate a small sea of blood and gore at the base of the
citadel.
	The industrial beat crashes to a halt, and we

																			FADE TO:

BLACK SCREEN

			NARRATOR (v.o.,cont.)
		And new heroes will rise

The Deadlands: Hell on Earth: From the Ashes logo fades in over the black
screen.

			NARRATOR (v.o.,cont.)
		From the Ashes.

[That's it for now]

B.D. "tease,tease" Flory