Rebirth Treatment 2

Well, I got a fairly positive reaction to  the last "Rebirth" article, so why not pump out another? Really, this "Darker, Grittier" fad is the gift that keeps on giving, and if Hollywood can keep on manufacturing darkly realistic spins on old properties, then so can I! Let's take another worn out arcade favorite, dust it off, and give it a fresh coat of black paint. The best part is, if the games don't have a plot to begin with, no one can claim I'm not doing it right!

Well, I got a fairly positive reaction to  the last “Rebirth” article, so why not pump out another? Really, this “Darker, Grittier” fad is the gift that keeps on giving, and if Hollywood can keep on manufacturing darkly realistic spins on old properties, then so can I! Let’s take another worn out arcade favorite, dust it off, and give it a fresh coat of black paint. The best part is, if the games don’t have a plot to begin with, no one can claim I’m not doing it right!

The camera fades in on a man sitting in an interrogation room, a single light bulb overhead illuminating his pale face and bloodshot eyes.

INTERROGATOR

(Off Screen)

Officer Mann? You want to tell us how you ended up here?

MANN
You want to know how it started? I’ll tell you how it started.

Cut to Montage showing what he describes.

MANN
I used to be like you. Stupid. Idealistic. I wanted to save the city. Top of my class coming out of the academy. You should have seen my face when they accepted me into the Police Assault Corps. Can you believe it? Me! In the P. A. C. I was on top of the world.

Cut back to MANN.

MANN
Too bad it was a world of hurt.

Cut to scenes of street crime and drug deals taking place.

MANN
There was a new drug just hitting the streets. A juiced up cross between ecstacy and amphetamines. Dealers just called ‘em “The Pills.” Overnight, they were in every nightclub and rave.

Cut to scenes of people popping pills inside a florescent and blacklight filled dance club.

MANN
Anyplace where that techno crap just thumps around in its horrible repetitive loops, and people run around in those neon mazes, there was always a line of Pills. I went undercover and we managed to find the people pumping The Pills into the city. A renegade offshoot of the Yakuza known simply as “The Ghosts.” If we wanted to shut ‘em down, we’d have to find the four leaders.

Cut to shots of the criminals as he names them.

MANN
Crimelord Hideo Inki. He had twins, a son and a daughter we knew only by their initials. BL and P. They had an American connection, a scumbag by the name of Clifford “Clyde” Midway. If I wanted to get to them, I had to get to him. If I wanted to get to him, I had to earn his trust. If I wanted to earn his trust…

Cut MANN swallowing a handful of white pellets.

MANN
… I had to take The Pills. But I was doing the right thing, right? It was for the greater good.

Cut back to a face shot of MANN.

MANN
Yeah, the greater good.

Cut to scenes of him taking pill after pill, stumbling in a daze around raves, asking questions.

MANN
So I followed the trail of pills deeper and deeper into the psychedelic labyrinth. I was barely even eating anymore. My wife saw the signs.

Cut to scene at the breakfast table.

MRS MANN
When is the last time you had a real meal? At least have a piece of fruit, for god’s sake! Do it for your family!

Cut to MANN stalking down an alley.

MANN
But I couldn’t stop. I popped more pills, and I chased The Ghosts. Until I realized…

P Inki shows up in front of him in the alley. When he turns to run, BL Inki shows up on the other side.

MANN
…they were chasing me.

Cut back to the interrogation room.

MANN
Lucky for me, I’d finally found their stash. The next big thing. They were like The Pills, only a thousand times more powerful.

INTERROGATOR
And that’s how you killed the twins? Hopped up on Power Pills? You think that’s gonna be enough to take on the rest? You think just taking some pills is gonna let you beat Inki and Clyde?

MANN
Beat ‘em?
(Suddenly pulls a bottle of pills from his pocket and swallows them all.)
I’m gonna EAT ‘EM ALIVE!
(Kicks the table aside.)

INTERROGATOR
You’re a madman!

MANN
No…
(Pulls out a gun and points it at INTERROGATOR)
I’m a P.A.C. Man.

Coming this summer.

P.A.C. MANN

Crime doesn’t stand a ghost of a chance.

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