The Key Party Massacre

Step into a kaleidoscope of terror and decadence with The Key Party Massacre, the mind-bending first episode of Season 2 of the hit podcast Baron Sordor's Theatre of the Doomed !

Set in an isolated mansion during the swinging 1960s, the rock band The Velvet Experience is invited to perform at the most exclusive celebrity party in the world. The biggest stars gather for a night of experimentation, debauchery, and unbridled excess fueled by LSD. But when the walls between reality and terror begin to dissolve, an evening of psychedelic fun descends into a blood-soaked nightmare.

This twisted tale of hedonism and horror stars the iconic John LaZar (Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Deathstalker 2) as The Benefactor, an enigmatic and sinister figure dripping with Z-Man energy. Joining him is the legendary Jeff Martin, frontman of The Tea Party, reprising his spellbinding role as the ominous Baron Sordor.

Light the incense, dim the lights, and prepare to lose yourself in the Technicolor nightmare that is Theatre of the Doomed . Let the trip begin!

Starring - Felicity Jurd - Kristian Schmid - Septimus Caton - Bretany Amber - Ash Burton - Special Guest Stars John LaZar as The Benefactor & Jeff Martin as Baron Sordor - Produced - Aaron Harvie - Natalie Harvie - Recorded at King Sound Studio – Engineer - Nick Bird - Casting - Citizen Jane Casting – Script Editor- Karen Lateo – Music - Il Terrori Notturni - Written & Directed - Aaron Harvie 
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Transcript

RALPHUS

There’s an old, decrepit theatre down

the end of a dark, deserted alley. On

the thirteenth night of every month,

Baron Sordor throws open his theatre

doors to the lucky few invited to see

the show. The crowd is slowly ushered

inside to take their seats,

whispering in nervous expectation.

Then the music starts to rise and the

red velvet curtains are drawn aside.

A dark figure strides to the edge of

the stage and the audience gasps in

anticipation, because when the clock

strikes midnight, it’s time for Baron

Sordor’s Theatre of the Doomed.

BARON SORDOR

Thank you dear Ralphus, and good

evening honoured guests. I am your

host, Baron Vladimir Sordor. Welcome

to another night at the Theatre of

the Doomed.

BARON SORDOR (cont'd)

I hope that you are prepared for

tonight's show, for it is unlike

anything you have ever seen before.

For those of you currently under the

influence of lysergic acid

diethylamide or psilocybin mushrooms,

I would ask you to page your usher

now and retreat to the lobby.

For tonight, we will be delving into

a swinging '60s phantasmagoria of

paranoid psychedelic psychopaths,

in a tale of macabre, murderous

mayhem...

I present to you, 

THE KEY PARTY

MASSACRE

NARRATOR

1968. The airfield beyond the

outskirts of the sleepy desert town

of Truth or Consequence was little

more than a dusty strip of dirt,

flanked by a weather-beaten

corrugated-iron hangar on one side

and a faded, peeling billboard on the

other that read, 'Welcome to

Arizona.' Surrounding it was a vast,

barren expanse of red rock,

stretching endlessly toward the

horizon under a deep, cloudless blue

sky, the silence of the desert broken

only by the occasional gust of wind.

Normally, the only aircraft that

landed there were the local crop

dusters or, occasionally, a battered

Piper Cub or Cessna hopping in and

out quietly on a drug run from

Mexico. But in the past few days,

things had changed. Slick, white

private jets were now gliding in,

discreetly dropping off passengers.

They were met by fleets of black town

cars and whisked off to some secret

location in the desert. All told,

more than sixty had landed so far.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

A Lear jet appeared on the horizon

and began its final approach, landing

heavily on the dirt strip, sending

plumes of red dust into the air.

SFX

PLANE LANDING

NARRATOR

The engines roared in protest for a

moment as the sleek, bullet-shaped

plane fishtailed down the runway. The

pilot regained control and taxied the

aircraft towards a waiting black

limousine by the hangar. The plane

sat motionless for a minute or two,

its engine's whine growing softer and

softer until the cabin door opened,

and a set of stairs tumbled out.

Four figures emerged, two of them

carrying guitar cases, and they

quickly disappeared into the limo.

Inside the limousine were the three

members of the hottest new band in

music, The Velvet Experience. Tommy

Stone was the drummer, Mick Del Rio

played bass, and Velvet Monroe was

their lead singer and guitarist.

Their debut album, The Cosmic Tides

of Mercury, shot up the charts on the

day of its release and the band was

on the radio day and night. It was a

dream come true, or at least it

should've been.

NARRATOR

Tommy sat looking out the window and

sulking, desperately trying to ignore

the whispers and giggling coming from

Velvet and the band's manager, Ray

Malone. Tommy didn't like Ray Malone.

In fact, he fucking despised him. He

was pretty sure there was something

going on with the two of them, now

that Velvet and Tommy weren't an item

any more. Tommy glanced in her

direction, his heart in knots. She

was gorgeous, the epitome of cool and

rock 'n' roll rebellion, the newly

crowned sex symbol of their

generation. They were couple until

Tommy had blown it a few weeks ago.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Velvet noticed Tommy staring at her

and she and Ray stopped whispering,

the smile fading from her lips as she

regarded him coolly. Tommy felt anger

rise up in his chest and he took it

out on Ray, barking at him,

hopelessly pretending he didn't still

have a thing for Velvet.

TOMMY STONE

How long till we get to the party?

RAY MALONE

Should be there in about an hour I'd

say.

NARRATOR

Mick Del Rio took a long hit from the

joint he was smoking and looked over

at Ray with red, hooded eyes.

MICK DEL RIO

Man, I don’t know about this. We’ve

got the number one song in the

country, and you've got us playing at

some party? Feels a bit small-time,

if you ask me.

RAY MALONE

It's not just some party Mick, it's

the party... The Moveable Feast for Discerning

Gormandisers... it happens one night

a year. Invite only. It's the most

exclusive, most sought-after event on

the entire planet, and only the rich

and famous are on the guest list.

Movie stars, rock stars, supermodels,

world leaders, industrialists,

warlords... even kings and queens

would give their eye teeth to get an

invitation to this party tonight...

and the three of you are playing at

it! (laughs) I told you I was going

to make you all famous.

NARRATOR

Tommy lit a cigarette, sneering at

the very thought that Ray had made

them famous. Sure, Ray had got them

the deal with Jupiter Records, but

anyone could have done that. After

all, they were the hottest band

around and every manager and agent

was trying to sign them. Tommy and

Mick had started the band back in

high school. In the beginning they

were pretty terrible. In fact, they

sucked. But that all changed when

they met Velvet. She was Kitty

Silverman back then, but she was

already a superstar in the making.

She was the kind of person who walked

into a room and everybody wanted to

know her. Magnetic was the best word

to describe her. And when she sang

and played guitar, she had the entire

audience in the palm of her hand,

completely transfixed. Three months

after she joined the band, the newly

named Velvet Experience had gone from

opening act to headliner. Six months

later, they were stars.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

The sun had started to sink low on

the horizon by the time they

approached their destination. The

house was called Boulder Lodge, a

sprawling modernist mansion in the

middle of the desert. It sat upon the

very edge of the Grand Canyon, built

to look like it was hugging the

cliffs themselves, as if perched upon

the edge of the world.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Out front, two massive searchlights

cut through the twilight sky, the

beams drawing your eyes towards the

glowing lodge below, its sleek lines

and glass walls reflecting the

orange, pink and deep purple-coloured

sky as if it were a futuristic oasis.

Even from a distance, you could hear

the faint thrum of music mingling

with the low murmur of the desert

winds.

SFX

MUFFLED MUSIC, WIND

NARRATOR

The limo pulled up to the red carpet

outside the mansion and Tommy, Velvet

and Mick got out, staring in awe at

the spectacle before them.

MICK DEL RIO

Will you look at this fucking place

man.

NARRATOR

Mick lowered his aviator sunglasses

for a moment to take it all in.

Velvet smiled at both of them and

squeezed their hands excitedly.

VELVET MONROE

This is so cool, I can't believe

we're actually here.

NARRATOR

Ray motioned for them to follow and

the three rock stars made their way

up the red carpet towards the house.

Boulder Lodge was buzzing with life.

Throngs of celebrities milled

outside, their silhouettes backlit by

the fading sun, casting them in an

almost ethereal glow. Famous faces

they’d only seen on magazine covers

or movie screens were now casually

smiling and waving as they passed, as

though they were old friends. Ray

pushed the front doors open, turning

to smile at his bandmates as loud

rock music filled the air...

RAY MALONE

Ladies and gentlemen, you have

arrived.

SFX

LOUD ROCK MUSIC, PARTY SOUNDS

NARRATOR

Walking into the party felt like

stepping into a Dionysian myth, the

room drenched in decadence and the

promise of something unforgettable.

The air tingled, alive with the pulse

of music and the clinking of glasses.

It's as if the room itself had a

heartbeat, pulling the revellers

deeper into its hypnotic rhythm.

Ahead in the main lounge, guests

sprawled across minimalist sofas in

the conversation pit. Some were

draped over each other, others were

doing drugs or drinking, their

movements languid and carefree. Lola

La Rue, the infamous adult film star,

lounged on a sofa, her barely-there

gown clinging to her body as she

gestured wildly with a champagne

flute. On the lounge beside her Eddie

Rollins, the gravelly-voiced lead

singer of the Thunderheads, sat with

an acoustic guitar in hand, jamming

with a Hindu guru next to him who was

playing the sitar.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

By the fireplace, the Infanta

Isabella Marquez sat poised, talking

to the notorious mob boss Salvatore

Di Lorenzo. He was smoking a huge

Cuban cigar and kept trying to run

his hand up her thigh. Nearby, the

impossibly handsome movie star Rex

Fontaine was leaning casually against

the bar, a cigarette hanging from his

lips as he effortlessly charmed a

group of young starlets. He radiated

Hollywood cool.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

On the deck outside overlooking the

canyon, the guests shadows were cast

in the sun's last moments, their

champagne glasses catching the final

slivers of light.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Vice President Robert Wilson looked

relaxed, leaning against the railing

and sipping whiskey. He was shooting

the breeze with a famous hippie cult

leader. In the pool nearby, a group

of gay French porn actors played in

the water like sleek otters, their

bodies naked and shimmering in the

pale aquatic glow. Famous model

Valentina Kincaid reclined on a

chaise lounge at the edge of the

pool, flirting with an African

warlord, the water's sheen catching

her high-gloss lipstick as she smiled

seductively at him.

At the heart of the lodge, the dance

floor was a whirlwind. Bodies moved

in chaotic harmony under flashing

lights, their scantily-clad forms

blending into a blur of vibrant

colours. Rocky Romano, the two-time

world champion boxer, stood dazed and

smoking a joint, while Giorgio

Bellucci, the legendary fashion

designer, danced through the crowd as

though it was his personal runway,

his long, silk robe trailing behind

him in a kaleidoscope of colour.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

And presiding over it all, like a

deity watching from above, was The

Benefactor, the enigmatic host of

this bacchanal. He was seated on a

plush velvet chair on the mezzanine,

overlooking the entire party. He was

tall and lithe, his skin impossibly

tanned, his shaggy white hair framing

his sharp features. He was barefoot,

dressed in a black turtle-necked

tunic with a large gold medallion

around his neck. Draped over his

shoulders was a swirling psychedelic

cape and atop his head rested a

golden Roman wreath. It lent him the

air of a god from some ancient myth

as he surveyed the wild revelry

below. He was flanked by six

followers, each dressed in a flowing

white robe and wearing a golden mask,

their only duty to attend to his

every whim and desire.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

The members of the Velvet Experience

stood in the doorway dumbfounded,

overwhelmed by the decadence before

them. Eventually Ray turned to them

and said...

RAY MALONE

Come on, you guys want to meet some

movie stars?

NARRATOR

Before Tommy could say anything, Ray

grabbed Velvet and the pair made

their way down into the crowd,

smiling and shaking hands with all

the celebrities they passed. Tommy

felt a hot flush of jealousy as he

followed them reluctantly down to the

conversation pit .

RAY MALONE

Eddie Rollins? Man, it's great to see

you again.

EDDIE ROLLINS

Holy shit, Ray. Man... how the fuck

are you? What's it been, five years?

RAY MALONE

At least.

EDDIE ROLLINS

What you doing here?

RAY MALONE

My new band is playing tonight.

NARRATOR

Ray turned and pulled Velvet close to

him, the pair giggling like

teenagers.

RAY MALONE

Eddie Rollins, I'd like you to meet

Velvet Monroe of The Velvet

Experience.

EDDIE ROLLINS

Pleasure darlin', pleasure. I've

heard your stuff. It's tight.

MICK DEL RIO

It's fucking Eddie Rollins man...

VELVET MONROE

Wow... the Eddie Rollins. I want you

to know I've been a fan of the

Thunderheads since I was in high

school...

EDDIE ROLLINS

Hang on there darlin', I'm pretty

sure I'm not that old.

NARRATOR

The crowd around them parted, and all

eyes turned toward Lola La Rue. She

sauntered up to them like a goddess,

her smouldering gaze locking on Tommy

Stone.

LOLA LA RUE

And who this then?

RAY MALONE

Of course, how stupid of me. Lola La

Rue, I'd like to introduce you to

Mick Del Rio and Tommy Stone, the

other members of the band.

LOLA LA RUE

You're the drummer huh?

TOMMY STONE

Uh-huh. Why do you ask?

LOLA LA RUE

I dunno, I like musicians, drummers

especially. They're normally good

with their hands... How about you,

drummer boy, you good with your

hands?

NARRATOR

Tommy laughed and shook his head.

TOMMY STONE

I dunno, I guess.

LOLA LA RUE

Just make sure you don't wear

yourself out playing up there

tonight... The party is just getting

started.

NARRATOR

Tommy started to reply but before he

uttered a word the music suddenly

stopped and a loud Chinese gong

sounded. Everyone in the room gazed

up towards the mezzanine.

SFX

CHINESE GONG

NARRATOR

The Benefactor stood high above the

hushed room and raised his hands, a

charismatic smile stretching across

his tanned face.

THE BENEFACTOR

Ladies and gentlemen. Darlings.

Welcome to the Moveable Feast for

Discerning Gormandisers. It is the

one night of the year when the

ordinary falls away, because tonight,

well, tonight my darlings, is going

to be anything but ordinary.

NARRATOR

His voice carried effortlessly

through the room, each syllable

holding the crowd in rapt attention.

THE BENEFACTOR

Look around you. Breathe it in. The

Grand Canyon at your feet, the

heavens shining above, and the

brightest stars in the world all

around...

SFX

LAUGHTER

THE BENEFACTOR

This is not just a party. This is The

Feast, a celebration of unbridled

indulgence without apology... of

pleasures without restraint.

SFX

CHEERING

NARRATOR

He let the crowd cheer for a moment

more, then raised his hands. They

quietened immediately.

THE BENEFACTOR

The Feast traces its history back

thousands of years, to when Maenads

and Satyrs revelled beneath the

moonlit pillars of Ancient Greece.

For those of you who are new to our

fold, let me remind you... this is no

ordinary night. We gather every year

in the most exotic and forbidden

places on earth. We have danced in

the King's Chamber of the Great

Pyramid, dined in the catacombs

beneath the streets of Paris. We've

gathered on the ice plains of

Antarctica, feasted with ghosts in

the long-forgotten crypts of the

Forbidden City, and made love amid

the sand dunes of the Arabian

desert...

NARRATOR

The air seemed charged, crackling

with expectation.

THE BENEFACTOR

And now, we find ourselves here...

NARRATOR

The Benefactor gestured towards the

vast glass walls, where the Grand

Canyon yawned beneath a sky littered

with stars.

THE BENEFACTOR

...at Boulder Lodge, perched on the

edge of infinity. Tonight, there are

no limits. Tonight, we push beyond

the boundaries of what is decent, of

what society might call acceptable.

Because here, my friends, you are

free. Free to explore, free to

indulge, free to live as you were

meant to, without the prying eyes of

the world upon you. Tonight, you are

gods and Boulder Lodge is your

temple.

SFX

CHEERING

NARRATOR

The Benefactor raised his glass, a

gleaming chalice of champagne that

catches the flickering light.

THE BENEFACTOR

We are honoured to have with us

tonight the incomparable Chef

Francois Rousseau, whose talents have

graced the most exclusive tables in

Paris, Tokyo and New York. He has

crafted a French feast that will

tempt your senses and tease your

desires. But that, my dear friends,

is just the beginning. After dinner,

ah yes, after dinner, we will indulge

in a little game.

NARRATOR

He let the words hang in the air for

a moment, the room humming with

curiosity.

THE BENEFACTOR

For those willing to take a dip in

the warm waters of the sins of the

flesh... we will be hosting a Key

Party, a carnal adventure for those

daring enough to surrender themselves

to pleasure. Trust me, this is not

for the faint of heart. But then

again, none of you are faint of

heart, are you?

NARRATOR

Tommy's heart skipped a beat. He

gazed over in Velvet's direction,

hoping she would meet his eye.

Instead, she looked at Ray and they

smiled knowingly at each other.

THE BENEFACTOR

Yes, yes, yes... But before we dive

headlong into the night’s pleasures,

I have a little something for you,

something... divine.

NARRATOR

He gestured toward the three members

of the Velvet Experience, standing in

the conversation pit.

THE BENEFACTOR

A special performance by

the hottest new rock act in the

world... allow me to introduce The

Velvet Experience...

SFX

SOUND OF DRUM KIT

NARRATOR

Tommy sat behind the drum kit, his

sticks lightly tapping the hi-hats,

his foot instinctively keeping time

on the kick drum. In front of him,

Mick perched near the edge of the

stage, fingers gliding absent-

mindedly over the bass strings, his

body already moving to the rhythm

they were about to let loose. Beyond

the blinding stage lights, the crowd

seethed and pulsed like some

caged beast, desperate to be

unleashed.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

And Velvet stood before them all,

guitar in hand. Dressed in a skin-

tight leather jumpsuit, she slid

across the stage like some kind of

serpent, slithering and sensuous as

she teased the crowd. They were

already in the palm of her hand and

the tension built with each passing

second, the crowd's anticipation

coiled tight and waiting for her to

strike. Velvet turned and shot a

smile back at Tommy, that familiar,

mischievous grin she gave him before

every show, her eyes glistening and

alive with energy. She curled her

lip, then turned and faced the crowd.

With a deliberate, almost lazy flick

of her wrist, she struck the first

chord on her guitar. The sound was

pure attitude, sleazy and cool,

sliding into the room like a wisp of

smoke and curling around the audience

seductively. The crowd instantly

responds, swaying as if caught in her

spell. Tommy felt the vibe shift,

rising like a tidal wave as Mick

joined in, laying down the groove,

deep and steady. Velvet leaned into

the mic, her voice dripping with

swagger, and she launched into the

first notes of the song.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

The room exploded and the crowd went

wild, screaming, dancing, moving as

if the music had unlocked something

primal...

SFX

BAND MUSIC FADES INTO WILD CHEERS

NARRATOR

An hour later, Tommy and Mick were

standing by the conversation pit,

smoking a joint and talking. The show

was a triumph, and after they

finished Ray had whisked Velvet away

to meet some very important record

industry types. She was over near the

bar now, chatting to Eddie Rollins

and Rex Fontaine, while nearby Ray

was deep in discussion with the Vice-

President of the United States.

MICK DEL RIO

Hey man, isn't that that chick man?

NARRATOR

Mick pointed at a tall blonde woman

wearing dark glasses, a red turtle-

neck sweater and black gloves.

TOMMY STONE

What chick?

NARRATOR

Tommy dragged his eyes away from

Velvet, somewhat annoyed.

MICK DEL RIO

That chick, you know the candy bar

heiress that got kidnapped by those

fucking revolutionaries?

TOMMY STONE

I dunno, maybe. Didn't she die or

something?

NARRATOR

He turned his attention back to

Velvet, who was now leaning on the

bar and smiling seductively at Rex.

Was his fucking hand on her ass?

MICK DEL RIO

Yeah it is man! Oh shit, what's her

name?

NARRATOR

Velvet leaned in and kissed Rex on

the mouth, lingering for a moment

before turning and walking towards

where Mick and Tommy were standing.

MICK DEL RIO

Prescott... that's it! Margaret

Prescott. She was kidnapped by the

People's Liberation Front and held

for ransom for fucking millions. I

heard they cut off her fingers, man!

NARRATOR

This was Tommy's chance to talk to

Velvet, and for once that fucking

sleaze bag Ray was nowhere to be

seen.

TOMMY STONE

Uh, yeah that's great... look, I'll

catch you in a minute, alright.

MICK DEL RIO

Yeah cool, I'm gonna see see if

she'll show me which ones they

chopped off.

NARRATOR

Tommy smiled and waved Velvet over as

she approaches.

TOMMY STONE

Great show tonight.

VELVET MONROE

Yeah, the best. Man, look at all

these people Tommy, I still can't

believe we're here, can you?

TOMMY STONE

I dunno. Say... did I just see you

kiss Rex Fontaine?

VELVET MONROE

Yeah... isn't he a doll? Shorter than

I thought he'd be though.

TOMMY STONE

So, are you going to join in on this

Key Party thing later?

VELVET MONROE

Sure I am.

TOMMY STONE

You are?

VELVET MONROE

Uh-huh, you should too.

TOMMY STONE

What do you mean?

VELVET MONROE

Nothing... it just sounds like fun.

You should try it, loosen up, you

know? You've been kind of intense

lately.

TOMMY STONE

Yeah well, I guess I'm not dealing

with our break up so well.

VELVET MONROE

Break up? (LAUGHING) Tommy, we slept

together a couple of times, no big

deal, right?

TOMMY STONE

Are you seeing someone else?

NARRATOR

Velvet fishes out a cigarette from

her shirt pocket and lights it,

ignoring Tommy's jealousy.

VELVET MONROE

Loosen up... it's a party, man.

TOMMY STONE

Are you planning on picking Ray's

keys tonight? Is that why you wanted

to come here?

VELVET MONROE

For Christ's sake, it's a key party,

Tommy.

VELVET MONROE (cont'd)

You put your key in a bowl, someone

picks it out and you have sex with

them. It's not that big a deal.

TOMMY STONE

But I don't want you to do it.

VELVET MONROE

Well, that's not up to you now, is

it?

NARRATOR

Velvet brushed past him and walked

away in a huff, then stopped and

turned back to Tommy.

VELVET MONROE

You're starting to be a real drag,

you know that?

SFX

CHINESE GONG

NARRATOR

Before Tommy could stop her, a loud

Chinese gong sounded and the crowd

hushed. All eyes in the room looked

up at the mezzanine. The Benefactor

rose once more. With a grand,

sweeping gesture, he captured the

crowd's attention, his golden wreath

gleaming under the flickering light.

THE BENEFACTOR

It is with great pleasure that I now

invite you to the next stage of our

evening... dinner. Tonight’s dining

experience is unlike any you have

known before, for we are blessed with

the talents of a true master, an

artist who has transformed the act of

dining into an expression of passion

and beauty.

NARRATOR

He gestured across to the entrance of

the kitchen, where Chef Rousseau

stood, his wide body framed in the

doorway, his immaculate white chef’s

coat glowing beneath the lights.

THE BENEFACTOR

My dear François. We thank you for

the wonders you have created for us

tonight. It is an honour, as always,

to have you guide us through this

indulgence.

SFX

APPLAUSE

NARRATOR

Chef Rousseau proffered a gracious

nod and stepped forward, smiling

broadly.

FRANCOIS ROUSSEAU

Thank you, mes chers amis. Tonight,

it has been my great pleasure to

prepare for you a meal that I hope

will delight all of your senses. And,

as a special honour to our esteemed

host The Benefactor, I have made his

favourite dish to start the

evening...

NARRATOR

He paused for dramatic effect, his

smile widening as he glanced toward

The Benefactor, whose eyes gleamed

with recognition.

FRANCOIS ROUSSEAU

Strawberry Soup, a dish both sweet

and refreshing, a perfect beginning

to this night of decadence. Please,

join us in the dining room at your

pleasure. Dinner will be served in

five minutes.

SFX

APPLAUSE

NARRATOR

The crowd responded with applause,

and Chef Rousseau gave a gracious nod

of his head before slipping back

through the door, descending the

stairs into the heart of the kitchen.

Downstairs, the heat was oppressive,

like walking into an inferno, the air

thick with the scent of roasting

meats and simmering sauces.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Pots bubbled over blazing stovetops,

their contents sending up curls of

fragrant steam. The chefs on the line

moved like one living organism, their

hands chopping, stirring, and plating

with precise, practised movements, as

if performing an intricate, rehearsed

dance. Chef Rousseau moved through

the chaos to the back, where three

waiters stood waiting for him, their

arms folded and expressions dark and

filled with malice.

FRANCOIS ROUSSEAU

We are ready, Comrade Diego.

NARRATOR

The chef spoke to the man before him

respectfully, even fearfully. He was

tall and imposing, and regarded Chef

Rousseau with a sneer. The man had a

bushy, dark beard, dangerous eyes and

a long scar running down his face.

His name was Diego Martinez, known to

most as the Red Lion, the feared

leader of The People's Liberation

Front, the anti-capitalist

revolutionary army. He was flanked by

his second-in-command, Raul Navarro,

and the cold-blooded killer, Ivy

Cortez.

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

Do they suspect anything?

FRANCOIS ROUSSEAU

No comrade, not a thing.

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

Good.

NARRATOR

The Red Lion turned to Raul, who

handed him a small vial of clear

liquid.

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

This, comrade, is military-grade

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide—25. Or, as

you might know it... LSD. Very strong

stuff.

NARRATOR

He held up the vial, its contents

glowing faintly under the kitchen

lights.

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

We procured it from the CIA in

exchange for recovering a shipment of

their precious guns that had... gone

missing. (EVIL LAUGH) One drop of

this is enough to put twenty men in

the hospital.

SFX

RAUL & IVY OMINOUS LAUGH

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

I want you to put the entire vial

into those capitalist scum's soup.

The dose will be strong enough to

send them all mad.

NARRATOR

He stepped closer, his dangerous eyes

locking onto Rousseau.

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

And when they're in the throes of

insanity, hallucinating and trying to

rip each other apart, we will go and

cut the throats of every imperialist

pig up there!

DIEGO, RAUL, IVY & FRANCOIS

in unison

POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

NARRATOR

After dinner, Tommy stood alone on

the deck, sipping a beer. He felt

strange, like he was drunk or he'd

smoked too much weed. Everything

seemed hazy, the edges of the night

were blurring. He was doing his best

to pretend he wasn't looking over at

Velvet, who laughed and chatted with

Ray and some famous football player

named Johnny McCoy. She was looking

into Ray's eyes and he was looking

into hers. Every time a lock of hair

would fall across her face, he'd

brush it away and run his finger down

her cheek. Fucking Ray. Ray was

trying to steal her.

SFX

SOUND OF FIREWORKS

NARRATOR

Fireworks began to pop over the

canyon, to the delight of some of the

guests. Bright bursts of red and blue

and yellow twinkled across the sky,

dazzling and amazing. Tommy felt

tears well in his eyes and he wiped

them so no one would notice.

SFX

SOUND OF FIREWORKS & GASPS

NARRATOR

He'd known something was up for a

while. Tommy had overheard Ray and

Velvet talking backstage after they

had preformed live on the Johnny

Sullivan show last week. Ray's words

still rang in his head...

RAY MALONE

echo voice

You’re the real star, Velvet. Tommy

and Mick... they’re just dead weight.

You don’t need them holding you back.

The record company’s ready to sign

you, I've already spoken to them. You

can go solo, baby. You can have it

all.

NARRATOR

Tommy had tried to shake it off,

tried to pretend it didn’t bother

him. But now, as he stood watching

them together, it felt like a knife

twisting deeper into his gut. His

heart was pounding, the anger

bubbling up like bile, making it hard

to breathe. He couldn’t stop

imagining grabbing Ray by the collar,

slamming him against the deck railing

and smashing his smug fucking face

in.

TOMMY STONE

Fuck it... I don't need this shit.

I'm outta here.

NARRATOR

He took a deep breath and finished

his beer, happy with his decision,

just as the fireworks came to an end

and the guests began to file inside.

The last sky rocket fizzled out and

the sky was dark again, the canyon

before him a deep, endless black. As

he turned to leave, something caught

his eye, a flicker in the sky. At

first, he thought it was a final

spark from the fireworks, but it

wasn't. It was further away, near the

horizon. It was small and flat and

silver, like a hubcap from a car,

thrown through the air like a

frisbee. It sat motionless in the

sky, rotating slowly with a green,

otherworldly aura radiating from it.

The glowing haze pulsed gently, like

a heartbeat, as the object hovered in

the distance. Tommy blinked once,

then rubbed his eyes, thinking it has

to be an after-image from the

fireworks, or a trick of the light.

But when he looked again, it was

still there, suspended in the sky.

TOMMY STONE

Is that a... what the fuck is that?

Is that a UFO?

NARRATOR

He stared out into the darkness, his

heart pounding in his chest. The disc

hovered there for a moment longer,

then, in a sudden flash of blinding

light, shot forward, its form

elongating into a blur as it

disappeared into the distance. It

left nothing but the faintest shimmer

in the air where it had been. The sky

was once again still and silent, the

stars twinkling innocently, as if

nothing had ever been there at all.

Tommy stood wide-eyed and frozen,

gripping the empty beer bottle. He

turned to find Lola smiling at him.

TOMMY STONE

Did you just see that?

LOLA LA RUE

What?

TOMMY STONE

That light.

NARRATOR

Lola shrugged.

LOLA LA RUE

I saw fireworks.

NARRATOR

Tommy started to explain, then

stopped. He didn't need this shit.

LOLA LA RUE

Someone snaking you?

TOMMY STONE

What? No. I was just leaving.

LOLA LA RUE

Oh don't try and pretend, you got it

honey, and you got it bad.

NARRATOR

Lola glanced knowingly in Velvet's

direction and raised her eyebrows.

TOMMY STONE

What'd you know about it?

LOLA LA RUE

More than you think, drummer boy.

I've been watching you. You think the

puppy dog routine is gonna get her

back?

TOMMY STONE

You don't know what the fuck you're

talking about.

LOLA LA RUE

Girls don't like desperate and needy.

TOMMY STONE

Really.

LOLA LA RUE

You know what they like?

TOMMY STONE

What?

LOLA LA RUE

They like what they can't have.

TOMMY STONE

What does that mean?

LOLA LA RUE

It means that instead of standing out

here staring at her with puppy-dog

eyes like some creepy stalker, you

need to march in there with me, have

some fun and show her what's she's

missing. Remember, drummer boy, the

best revenge is living well.

TOMMY STONE

What do you get out of it?

NARRATOR

She smiled at the question as she lit

a cigarette.

LOLA LA RUE

The other thing girls like.

TOMMY STONE

And what's that?

LOLA LA RUE

Stealing another girl's man.

NARRATOR

Tommy watched as Ray and Velvet

walked into the conversation pit

where The Benefactor was holding the

key party. Ray dropped his keys into

the large glass bowl at the table

near the fireplace. Velvet dragged

him down onto the sofa to sit between

her and a famous Russian supermodel.

TOMMY STONE

Okay sure, if you think it'll work.

LOLA LA RUE

Well, I don't know if it'll work

honey, but you're gonna have more fun

in there than you are standing out

here on your own.

SFX

CONTINUOUS PHASING SOUNDS

NARRATOR

Tommy bit his lip and took a deep

breath, trying to sit still. He

didn't feel right. Something was

wrong. Everything had a glow about it

and sounds seemed to echo in his

brain like it was a cave. Lola was

draped over him, licking his neck and

rubbing up against him. He didn't

look in Velvet's direction. He was

trying to look casual. Like he didn't

give a fuck if she was there or not.

But everything felt weird and there

was a part of him that wanted to just

stand up, take off all his clothes

and jump off the deck into the

canyon, just to see if he could fly.

THE BENEFACTOR

It's time. The ultimate key party

with the most famous, most beautiful

people on earth. This will be the

greatest orgy since the ceremonies of

Dionysus himself. Draw a key and take

your lovers somewhere private. Or

stay here... there are no rules.

NARRATOR

The Benefactor held up the glass bowl

for those gathered on the sofas, his

eyes as big as saucers, his smile

wide, insane and clown-like, as if

painted on his face.

THE BENEFACTOR

Who wants to draw the first key?

NARRATOR

The crowd was still, nobody brave

enough to be the first. Then the

Infanta Isabella Marquez rose to her

feet and crossed the pit, rummaging

in the bowl and plucking out a set of

keys.

THE BENEFACTOR

Rex Fontaine!!!

SFX

CHEERS

NARRATOR

The crowd cheered and Rex got to his

feet. He took the Spanish Princess in

his arms and kissed her deeply. When

it ended, she led him upstairs to the

bedrooms.

THE BENEFACTOR

Who is next?

NARRATOR

The Benefactor held up the bowl

again, this time to raucous cheers.

The supermodel Valentina Kincaid

selected Eddie Rollins' keys. Then,

to the delight of the crowd, returned

and selected Vice President Wilson

too. Actress Vivian Starling chose

movie producer Celeste Montgomery,

then fashion designer Giorgio

Bellucci grabbed a handful of keys

from the bowl and led a group of men

to the pool, Rocky Romano and

Salvatore Di Lorenzo among them.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Then Velvet Monroe sauntered

over to the bowl, the room falling

silent as all eyes followed her.

Every single person wished for her

attention, her gaze, her touch. But

Tommy knew it was going to be him. It

had to be. He could feel it in his

bones, like fate pulling them

together. They were meant to be, he'd

believed that since the first time

they'd met. Every moment, every

glance they'd shared felt like a

promise, and now, this would seal it.

VELVET MONROE

Oh wow, it's Ray... oh baby you're in

for some trouble tonight!!!

NARRATOR

Velvet dangled Ray's keys in front of

him playfully, her eyes sparkling

with that familiar, mischievous

glint.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Ray rose from the couch, wasting no

time as he pulled her into a deep,

hungry kiss, his hands sliding over

her body and cupping her breasts. She

kissed him back and when they finally

pull apart, her lips curved into a

sultry smile and she whispered

"Goodnight" as she took his hand and

led him upstairs.

TOMMY STONE

Are you fucking serious?

NARRATOR

Tommy's heart sank as he watched

Velvet lead Ray up the staircase. His

eyes locked onto her hand wrapped

around his, the same hand that had

pulled him closer in the night, that

he had kissed and held so tight. It

was like watching some slow-motion

horror movie he couldn’t escape, a

nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

The realisation of what was about to

happen hit Tommy like a freight

train, his head throbbing with a

white-hot surge of anger, jealousy,

and helplessness. His hands clenched

into fists at his sides. He felt like

he could explode. The urge to run

after them, to drag Ray away from her

and make him pay for every moment

he’d stolen was almost too strong to

resist. He wanted to break something,

anything, to tear the whole place

down if it meant stopping what was

about to happen upstairs. The

jealousy was suffocating, burning

through him, his vision narrowing on

the two of them disappearing up the

stairs like they had just locked him

out of the only part of his life that

mattered. And the worst part was...

Lola was wrong. Velvet didn’t even

glance back. Not once. Not even for a

second.

LOLA LA RUE

I think it's my turn. Who's ready for

me to choose?

SFX

CHEERS

NARRATOR

The room erupted in cheers as Lola

stood. She smoothed the fabric of her

dress over her curves and subtly

adjusted her bosom, ensuring that all

eyes stayed right where she wanted

them, on her. Lola was a sex symbol,

the kind of woman every man wanted

and every woman envied, and she knew

it. With a playful smile, she glided

over to the bowl, her fingers

lingering just a moment before

dipping inside. The tension in the

room spiked, anticipation thick in

the air as she fished around, drawing

out a key. She held it up with a

teasing smile, her eyes glinting with

mischief.

LOLA LA RUE

It's my little drummer boy, Tommy

Stone.

NARRATOR

The crowd erupted in cheers, but

Tommy barely registered an

expression, his face blank, his mind

somewhere else entirely.

LOLA LA RUE

Ohhh... what's the matter hon? Don't

think you can handle me?

NARRATOR

Everyone laughed at this and Tommy

shook his head and stood

begrudgingly, letting Lola take his

hand and lead him upstairs to the

bedrooms.

SFX

MUFFLED COUPLE IN THE NEXT ROOM &

PHASING SOUND

NARRATOR

The room was dark, illuminated only

by the pale glow of the full moon

spilling in from the open French

doors. The curtains fluttered softly

in the warm desert breeze, carrying

with it the faint scent of dust and

distant sage. Tommy was lying on the

king-sized bed, naked, watching Lola

slowly taking off her clothes, his

vision flickering and playing tricks

on him. His heart was racing, his

hands were clammy and he was having

trouble catching his breath.

LOLA LA RUE

What's the matter babe? Don't you

like what you see?

NARRATOR

She bit her full lip and gazed at him

seductively as she unzipped her dress

and let it fall, the delicate silk

drifting to the floor like a spider

web caught in the wind. She stood in

the moonlight dressed only in her

underwear, her partial silhouette

framed by the silvery light, perfect

and beautiful.

TOMMY STONE

No, I do... it's just...

LOLA LA RUE

Are you thinking about her, drummer

boy?

NARRATOR

Tommy nodded. He could the hear

sounds coming from the next room

through the wall. It was Ray and

Velvet. They were in there... making

love. He felt as though he was going

to lose his mind.

LOLA LA RUE

Well... why don't you give me your

full attention?

NARRATOR

Lola unhooked her bra with a slow,

deliberate motion, pausing just long

enough to cup her breasts, teasing

him with a fleeting moment of

anticipation before letting the

garment fall to the floor. Her eyes

never left his as she ran her hands

sensuously over her body, tracing

every curve. With a slow, measured

grace, she slid her fingers down to

the waistband of her underwear,

inching it down, the fabric clinging

to her skin until it, too, dropped at

her feet.

LOLA LA RUE

You want to see it all?

NARRATOR

Tommy's heart started to beat faster

and faster, he could see it pounding

in his chest. The sounds of Velvet

and Ray next door seemed to grow

louder. He blinked twice, trying to

focus, and nodded.

TOMMY STONE

Yeah, I want... to see it all.

NARRATOR

Lola smiled at him, her eyes gleaming

with a strange, seductive energy.

Slowly, she reached behind her neck,

arching her body and letting out a

low, intoxicating moan. She fumbled

for a moment then, in one fluid

motion, peeled off the hair from her

head and then her face, as if it were

a mask and a wig, revealing a

brightly glowing humanoid figure

beneath. Tommy's eyes widened in pure

horror, his mind struggling to

comprehend what he was seeing. His

mouth opened to scream, but no sound

came out, just a strangled gasp, the

terror so overwhelming it trapped the

noise in his throat.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

He scrambled back on the bed, every

ounce of his being telling him to

flee, but his legs were frozen. She

wasn’t human. She was an alien.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

With a calm, deliberate grace, Lola

pushed the skin off her shoulders as

if it were a loose robe, slipping the

flesh from her arms and hands as

though she were removing long,

elegant gloves. She paused for a

moment, breathing in deeply, then,

satisfied, she began to shimmy her

skin down over her thighs, as if

taking off a tight dress, until the

remaining flesh slid from her body in

a wet, lifeless clump, pooling on the

floor at her feet. Now fully

revealed, she stood before Tommy,

luminous and breathtaking, her form

alive with shifting, swirling colours

that danced like a living rainbow

across her glowing skin. Her eyes

beamed like two shining suns, bright

and impossibly radiant, and she held

her arms out, beckoning for him to

come closer.

LOLA LA RUE

(alien voice played

backward)

Like what you see?

NARRATOR

Something in Tommy’s mind broke, like

a swollen river bursting its banks.

The flood of emotions, the jealousy,

the fear, and the sheer impossibility

of what he is witnessing overwhelmed

him, surging through his

consciousness with violent force.

Rational thought was drowned in the

deluge, suffocated under the weight

of sensations too powerful to

control. Everything he knew,

everything he had believed to be

real, was suddenly swept away in that

tidal wave of hallucination. What was

left was raw and primal. His muscles

tensed, his heart pounded in his

chest like a drum, and his breathing

grew ragged as he felt himself shift

into something more feral.

LOLA LA RUE

(alien voice played

backward, confused)

What's the matter babe?

SFX

TOMMY SCREAMING

NARRATOR

Tommy screamed so loud he felt his

throat tear and bleed. He leapt

forward off the bed, tackling the

alien and pinning it to the ground.

LOLA LA RUE

(alien voice played

backward, screaming)

What the fuck?

NARRATOR

Tommy straddled the creature,

adrenaline surging through his veins.

His hands found the alien’s throat.

The creature scratched at his face

and arms, desperate, its sharp nails

raking across his flesh, but Tommy

barely registered the pain. He

squeezed harder, his fingers digging

into the creature’s neck as he

slammed its head against the floor

with brutal force. The alien let out

a distorted grunt, and tried to kick

him off, its legs flailing wildly.

But Tommy tightened his grip, his

knuckles white with pressure as the

alien’s struggles became weaker. The

creature’s glowing form dimmed and

its movements stilled completely.

There was no final cry, no dramatic

end, just a sudden, eerie stillness.

Breathing heavily, Tommy pushed

himself to his feet, his heart

pounding.

TOMMY STONE

What the fuck man... what the fuck is

going on?

SFX

MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM THE NEXT ROOM

NARRATOR

Tommy began to panic. What was

happening? Were they under attack?

Have shape-shifting aliens somehow

infiltrated the party and were now

trying to kill the guests? Tommy

looked towards the next room, his

eyes wide as saucers. It sounded like

Velvet was in trouble.

TOMMY STONE

It's a fucking invasion... that's

what this is.

NARRATOR

Tommy raced out of the room, his

breath ragged, his face and arms

bleeding and criss-crossed with claw

marks. He had to find Velvet. He had

to save her. The hallway outside

seemed to warp and twist as though

the ground itself had turned to

liquid. Tommy stumbled, holding out

his arms to keep his balance as if he

was standing on a lurching ship. He

reached the door and pushed it open.

The room was bathed in an unnatural,

flickering light from a large fire

blazing in the far corner. The flames

danced wildly, casting strange,

shifting patterns on the walls, as

though he were looking through a

kaleidoscope. On the bed, Velvet was

lying naked, her body twisting and

writhing beneath the weight of

another glowing, rainbow-hued alien,

identical to the one he had just

killed. She was moaning in

desperation, her hands clawing at the

creature, her face contorted,

fighting for her life.

VELVET MONROE

OH MY GOD!!!

NARRATOR

Velvet's muscles tensed and she

thrust against the creature’s

glowing, rainbow-hued form as if

trying one more time to break free.

But no matter how hard she tried, the

alien’s grip remained unyielding.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Neither Velvet nor the alien seemed

to notice Tommy’s presence, their

struggle drowning out everything else

around them. Tommy’s heart was

pounding as he crossed the room, his

eyes locked on the fire iron near the

hearth. Without hesitation, he

snatched it up, and moved to the end

of the bed. He was naked and

bleeding, his mind teetering on the

edge of madness.

TOMMY STONE

Get the fuck off her!!!

NARRATOR

Velvet and the alien both turned and

looked at Tommy in shock. The alien

rolled off her and got to its feet.

It stood there, taller than Tommy had

expected, its glowing, radiant form

casting eerie hues across the room.

RAY MALONE

(alien voice played

backward, angry)

What are you doing? Get the fuck out

of here, man!

NARRATOR

Tommy swung the fire iron with all

the strength he could summon, the

force of the blow connecting with the

alien's head with a sickening thud.

It sent the creature sprawling to the

floor, its radiant, shimmering form

collapsing into a heap. Velvet

shrieked, scrambling off the bed, her

eyes wide as she ran to the en suite

and slammed the door shut. The alien

grasped desperately at its head,

thick, a viscous silver liquid

seeping from the gaping wound.

SFX

VELVET SCREAMING

VELVET MONROE

Somebody help me!

TOMMY STONE

It's okay baby, I'm gonna protect

you.

NARRATOR

Tommy took a step back from the

crumpled alien, his heart still

pounding in his chest. He turned to

the dresser and shoved the heavy

piece of furniture across the

bathroom door, satisfied that no one

could get in and hurt Velvet. Then, a

sudden movement blurred in his

peripheral vision. Before he could

react, the alien launched itself

across the room with terrifying

speed, its rainbow body streaking

through the air. Its glowing form hit

Tommy like a freight train, slamming

him to the floor with a bone-jarring

impact, the fire iron slipping from

his grasp.

RAY MALONE

(alien voice played

backward, angry)

You're a fucking lunatic!!!

NARRATOR

Tommy barely shrugged off the attack,

gasping for breath as he stumbled

back to his feet. The alien’s eyes

were ablaze with fury and, without

warning, it launched itself at him

again. Tommy braced for the impact,

catching the attack in mid-air, his

muscles straining as he tried to

pivot and throw the creature off

balance. But the force was

overwhelming and they both stumbled

backwards and smashed through the

glass doors behind them. Shards of

glass and wood explode, glittering in

the moonlight like jagged stars as

they plummeted off the edge of the

balcony, tumbling down into the

darkness below.

SFX

IL TERRORI NOTTURNI

MUSIC, PHASING

NARRATOR

Downstairs the party was in full

swing, the guests tripping on

military-grade LSD, all of them

hallucinating, deranged and

debauched. The Italian psychedelic

band Il Terrori Notturni was playing,

unleashing a storm of experimental

guitar in the middle of the room,

their music rippling through the

crowd like a wave and pulling

everyone deeper into the night’s

delirium. People were dancing and

laughing and crying. Some were

sitting dumb, their jaws slack and

eyes wide. Others ranted about the

wild things they could see swirling

before their eyes, while a few

cowered and hid from imaginary

demons. There was a wild orgy in the

pool. A famous model was tightrope-

walking along the railing, balancing

precariously over the sheer drop

below to the canyon. An award-winning

author tried to show that he was

fireproof by plunging his blistered

and peeling hand again and again into

the roaring fire, while a well-known

singer had defecated on the floor and

was painting a self-portrait over a

Picasso in faeces. Chaos swirled

around Boulder Lodge - you could feel

it in the air.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Some of the key party participants

were already making their way back

downstairs. Rex Fontaine was sipping

champagne and flirting with the

candy-bar heiress Margaret Prescott.

Eddie Rollins and Valentina Kincaid

were snorting lines of cocaine with

Mick Del Rio, and Vice President

Wilson stood in front of the band,

dancing in his underwear.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

And watching over them all, grinning

like the Cheshire Cat, was the

Benefactor, radiating smug

satisfaction, so infinitely pleased

with the lavish, debauched spectacle

he had orchestrated.

SFX

(MUFFLED SOUND OF

GUNSHOTS)

NARRATOR

From deep within the bowels of the

kitchen, the faint sound of screaming

and gunfire reverberated through the

floor, barely reaching the party

above. None of the guests noticed,

either too consumed by their own

personal hallucinations or too

distracted by the relentless pulse of

music filling the room. Minutes

later, the door to the kitchen swung

open, and Diego "Red Lion" Martinez

strode in, followed closely by Chef

Rousseau and his two lieutenants,

Raul and Ivy. They were all armed,

machine guns slung over their

shoulders, knives and cleavers

glinting under the dim lights. Their

kitchen whites, once pristine, were

now splattered with fresh blood from

the massacre they had just unleashed

on the staff below. As they entered

the main room of Boulder Lodge, the

musicians from Il Terrori Notturni

saw the crazed revolutionaries and

abruptly stopped playing.

SFX

SOUND OF MUSIC

STOPPING

NARRATOR

The sudden silence cut through the

haze, snapping the guests out of

their delirium. Slowly, all eyes in

the room turned towards The Red Lion

and the bloodied members of the

People's Liberation Front. Confusion

and concern settled over the crowd as

the full horror of their presence

began to sink in.

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

DIE, YOU CAPITALIST PIGS!!!

NARRATOR

At the sound of his cry, Margaret

Prescott grabbed the nearest

champagne bottle and smashed it

against the bar. With a crazed shout,

she drove the jagged green glass into

Rex Fontaine’s neck, over and over,

the shards tearing through his flesh.

A gaping wound opened across his

throat as his carotid artery burst,

spraying gouts of bright red blood

across the room. Rex clutched at his

neck, gurgling as his eyes widened

and started blinking uncontrollably.

Nearby guests froze in shock and

horror, their clothes splattered with

gore as they watched him collapse to

the ground, his body convulsing in a

growing pool of crimson.

SFX

SCREAMS AND CHAOS

AND GUNSHOTS

NARRATOR

Martinez and the PLF opened fire in

unison, bullets tearing through the

panicked guests as they scrambled for

cover. A stray shot hit Infanta

Isabella Marquez square in the face,

while two rounds caught the Vice

President mid-dance, exploding the

top of his skull in a gruesome burst.

Boxer Rocky Romano was hit multiple

times in the chest and abdomen as he

clambered out of the pool. The impact

of the bullets sent him crashing back

into the water, where he bled out in

a spreading cloud of red. Meanwhile,

the Red Lion stormed up to the

mezzanine brandishing a steel

cleaver. The Benefactor squealed in

terror and scrambled to hide behind

one of his followers, all the while

pleading for his life. Diego pushed

the terrified acolytes aside and

grabbed the cowering Benefactor by

the hair.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

He raised the cleaver, the blade

glinting in the light of the fire.

With three brutal swings, he

decapitated the Benefactor, then

hoisted the horrifying, gore-dripping

trophy for all to see.

NARRATOR

The sounds of screams and gunfire

from Boulder Lodge spilled into the

warm desert night, mingling with the

rhythmic chirping of crickets and the

soft whisper of the desert wind.

Then, from the darkness of the

canyon, came the noise of rocks

tumbling down the cliff and laboured

grunting.

SFX

TOMMY GRUNTING

NARRATOR

A bloodied hand reached up, clutching

desperately at the edge of the sheer

rock face as Tommy, battered and

bruised, dragged himself out of the

canyon. His body was covered in

scrapes and lacerations from the

fall, and his left leg was

grotesquely broken, a long shard of

his fibula jutting out from a grisly

compound fracture. Far below, on a

jagged outcropping, lay Ray’s

crumpled body, his neck twisted

unnaturally, his head facing the

wrong direction in a final, grim

tableau.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Tommy slowly staggered to his feet,

struggling to keep his balance, his

gaze drawn upward toward Boulder

Lodge. Far above, what appeared to be

laser beams shot off the deck,

slicing through the night sky in

dazzling streaks of light.

TOMMY STONE

The aliens... I've gotta stop the

invasion before they kill everyone.

NARRATOR

Tommy lurched toward the downstairs

door of the house, his vision

flickering in and out of focus as

vivid hallucinations blurred the

edges of his reality.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

His mind, still lost in delirium,

played cruel tricks, shadows seemed

to stretch and writhe, and secret

voices whispered in his ears. Each

step was an ordeal. He limped

heavily, his battered body unable to

bear weight on his mangled leg.

Instead, the injured limb dragged

lifelessly behind him, leaving a

trail of gore in its wake.

TOMMY STONE

Don't worry Velvet baby... I'm coming

for you... (cough)

NARRATOR

Tommy reached the door, his trembling

hand fumbling for the knob as he

twisted it, but it was locked tight.

Panic surged through him as he tried

the door again, frantically grasping

at the knob over and over as if sheer

desperation might force it open.

TOMMY STONE

Open up you fuckers... I'm not afraid

of you!

SFX

FISTS POUNDING ON A

WOODEN DOOR

NARRATOR

In a fit of frustration, Tommy

slammed his fists against the door,

his voice breaking as he screamed for

help. He pounded on the solid wood

with all the strength his battered

body could muster, each strike

sending fresh waves of pain coursing

through his broken leg. But the door

stood firm, leaving him with no way

in. Then he noticed a tool shed

nearby, its door slightly ajar. He

made his way over, his movements

clumsy and desperate. Inside, he

fumbled blindly in the darkness until

his hands landed on something cold

and solid... the handle of a

chainsaw.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Tommy's fingers wrapped around the

cold metal grips and a wild, maniacal

grin spread across his face. A fit of

insane laughter erupted from his

throat as he hobbled back toward the

door of Boulder Lodge. With shaking

hands, Tommy yanked at the cord and

the saw came roaring to life.

SFX

CHAINSAW REVVING AND

INSANE LAUGHTER

NARRATOR

A deafening growl filled the night

air as he revved the chainsaw like a

madman, his laughter blending with

the roar of the machine. Without

hesitation, he drove the blade into

the Lodge door, slicing through it

like a knife through butter.

Splinters flew in all directions as

the saw chewed its way through, then

the door fell away, leaving a jagged

opening. Tommy limped inside,

chainsaw still thrumming in his

hands, as he made his way upstairs.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Tommy reached the top of the stairs,

emerging into a long, dimly lit

hallway that stretched between the

residential wing of Boulder Lodge and

the main entertaining area. He

stopped for a moment, unsure which

direction to take, then caught sight

of his bandmate, Mick, sprinting down

the hallway towards him with Eddie

Rollins, both their faces twisted in

sheer terror. Before Tommy could

react, the wooden walls around them

erupted in a violent explosion of

splinters as laser fire blasted

through the air. Bright energy beams

whizzed past them and Mick and Eddie

reached a nearby open door and dived

inside, dodging the deadly fire.

MICK DEL RIO

Tommy... is that you?

NARRATOR

Mick peeked through the doorway, his

heart pounding as his gaze locked

onto the figure standing in the hall,

naked, drenched in blood and

clutching a roaring chainsaw. He was

hardly recognisable as Tommy any

more. His eyes were glazed and wild

and had the crazed look of a madman.

MICK DEL RIO

Man... are you okay? What the hell

happened to you?

NARRATOR

The glowing alien that had been

shooting at Mick and Eddie rounded

the corner and fixed its gaze on

Tommy. It screamed something guttural

and raised its ray gun, the barrel

whining as it prepared to fire.

FRANCOIS ROUSSEAU

(alien voice played

backward angry)

Die, you capitalist scum!

NARRATOR

Tommy raised his chainsaw and charged

down the hall towards the glowing

alien. It unleashed a barrage of

laser fire, beams of light exploding

around him, scorching the walls and

floor. One shot struck Tommy in the

shoulder, but he barely flinched, his

expression crazed in twisted fury.

TOMMY STONE

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!!!

NARRATOR

He let out a primal scream and heaved

the chainsaw with all his strength,

the blade roaring as it tore through

the alien's body. Silvery mercury-

like blood spurted everywhere as the

teeth of the saw ripped through the

alien's shoulder and right arm,

shearing off a large chunk of its

chest. The creature collapsed, as its

fluorescent innards spilled out onto

the wooden floor in a glowing mess.

(MORE)NARRATOR (cont'd)

The alien writhed for a brief moment.

Tommy stood over it and waited till

it stopped moving, before making his

way to the lounge.

SFX

SCREAMS & CHAOS

NARRATOR

Tommy walked into the living room of

Boulder Lodge, naked and insane. It

was a slaughterhouse. Bodies were

floating in the pool, sprawled out on

the floors, and draped lifeless over

furniture. Of the hundred or so

guests that were in the house at the

time of the alien invasion, more than

fifty now lay dead. Those who'd

managed to survive were hiding where

they could, desperate to keep out of

sight of the murderous alien horde.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

There were four aliens in the room.

Two were out near the pool, taunting

and firing their lasers at fashion

designer Giorgio and his friends, who

cowered behind an upended deck chair.

Another alien near the bar was

bludgeoning the bloodied and mangled

corpse of footballer Johnny McCoy,

while a fourth was up on the

mezzanine, hacking to death the last

of the Benefactor's acolytes with a

cleaver.

SFX

SOUND OF CHAINSAW

NARRATOR

Tommy ran at the two aliens near the

pool, wielding his chainsaw like a

lunatic, his broken leg forgotten and

spurting his blood and flesh with

every step. He slammed the whirring

saw into the back of the closest

alien, the blade squealing loudly as

it cut through bones and flesh and

organs. It emerged from its chest in

a spray of metallic blood.

RAUL NAVARRO

(alien voice played

backward)

ARGGHHH!!!!

NARRATOR

As Tommy ripped the whirring blade

out of the alien, the one next to it

turned to fire.

IVY CORTEZ

(alien voice played

backward, surprised)

What the fuck???

NARRATOR

But Tommy was too fast. He swung the

saw at the monster, the spinning

teeth chewing through its neck in an

instant, decapitating it.

SFX

SCREAMS & LASER FIRE

NARRATOR

The other two extraterrestrials

turned their attention to Tommy as he

charged towards the alien near the

bar. It managed to fire off two laser

shots before he reached it. One

scorched the floor, but the second

struck Tommy square in the gut. The

blast knocked the wind out of him,

but it didn't slow his relentless

assault. Gritting his teeth through

the pain, Tommy weilded his chainsaw,

slashing through the glowing

creature’s right leg. It tumbled to

the floor, shrieking in agony as

silver blood spilled across the room.

Tommy turned his attention to the the

final alien.

SFX

FEMALE ALIEN PLAYED

BACKWARD SCREAMING

TOMMY STONE

You want some... you fucking bug-

eyed, slime-bag alien freak? Come

on... let’s see what you’ve got...

I’m not done yet!

NARRATOR

The alien yanked the cleaver from the

skull of its latest victim and began

to advance down the stairs toward

Tommy, its gaze fixed with deadly

intent.

TOMMY STONE

shouting

Come on you fucking mutant scum...

throw down your gun and face me.

SFX

(MALE ALIEN PLAYED

BACKWARD LAUGHING)

NARRATOR

The alien tossed its head back and

laughed, dropping its gun to the

floor as it reached the bottom of the

stairs. Its glowing fist tightened

around the cleaver, ready for the

kill.

DIEGO "RED LION" MARTINEZ

(alien voice played

backward, laughing)

I don't need no stinking gun to take

care of you, pendejo.

NARRATOR

The two faced each other across the

room. Time seemed to slow and they

both screamed loudly and charged. The

alien moved at lightning speed,

crossing the distance between them in

the flash of an eye and bringing the

cleaver down in a sickening arcing

blow that struck Tommy in his left

shoulder, burying the blade almost to

its hilt. Tommy didn't flinch, too

high and too out of his mind to feel

anything any more. Instead, he

cackled like a lunatic and swung the

butt of the chainsaw, smashing it

across the alien’s face with brutal

force and sending the creature

falling to its knees. Tommy stood

over it, raising his weapon above his

head. With a triumphant scream, he

brought it down on its skull, the

motor revving wildly as it tore the

alien in two.

SFX

TERRIFYING CHAINSAW

SOUNDS AND SCREAMING

NARRATOR

When he finished, Tommy let the saw

fall to the floor. He surveyed the

carnage in the room, his sight

flickering as dark dots began to

dance in his peripheral vision.

TOMMY STONE

I... got... them Velvet. You're...

safe now... babe.

NARRATOR

Tommy dropped to his knees, gasping

for breath as the world around him

began to blur. Darkness crept into

the edges of his view, tightening its

grip until the room faded away

completely. With one final, ragged

exhalation, his body gave in, and he

collapsed to the floor, sinking into

a warm, endless void.

NARRATOR

Tommy floated in and out of

consciousness, the world around him

submerged in darkness, a hazy void

where time and reality seemed to

blur.

SFX

SOUND ECHOES,

DISTANT SCREAMING

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

voice echoes

The paramedics have managed to get

him stabilised, Detective Martin sir.

MICK DEL RIO

voice echoes

I'm telling you man, Tommy Stone is a

fucking hero.

DETECTIVE MARTIN

voice echoes

Thank you Officer Sagan. Stay here

with him, will you? I'm going to

check on that disturbance going on

upstairs.

MICK DEL RIO

voice echoes

He saved us all man...

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

voice echoes

Sir, for the last time, please stand

back and give your friend some space.

The paramedics are going to be back

to take him in a moment.

NARRATOR

Tommy opened his eyes a slit and

winced at the bright light of the

early morning sun.

MICK DEL RIO

excited

Look man, look... he's waking up.

NARRATOR

Tommy blinked and tried to sit up,

but a wave of pain crashed over him,

every part of his body screaming in

agony. He winced, forcing himself to

take in the room around him. It was a

nightmare. Uniformed police were

everywhere, examining the gruesome

scene. Bodies and body parts were

scattered across the floor, blood was

pooled in thick, dark puddles and

sprayed across the walls. But

something was wrong. There were no

alien bodies among the dead, no

mercury-like silver blood splatter or

fluorescent organs in steaming piles

on the floors. Every corpse in the

room was human.

TOMMY STONE

croaky

Did I... stop them? Where are the

bodies of the aliens?

MICK DEL RIO

Where are the what?

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

Mr Stone, sir... please don't move.

The paramedics will be here in a

moment to take you to the hospital.

MICK DEL RIO

Tommy... you saved us, man!

NARRATOR

Tommy looked up to see Mick standing

nearby, his head bandaged, and a wide

grin on his face.

TOMMY STONE

Really? You mean it? I stopped the

alien invasion?

NARRATOR

Mick's face dropped and he looked at

his friend with new concern.

MICK DEL RIO

What the fuck are you taking about,

man?

NARRATOR

Suddenly there was a commotion from

upstairs. Velvet Monroe's voice could

be heard shouting loudly, coming down

the stairs...

VELVET MONROE

What do you mean hero? Tommy Stone is

no hero. He's a murderer! He attacked

me and killed that porn actress Lola

and our manager, Ray. I saw him do

it.

DETECTIVE MARTIN

Are you sure we're talking about the

same guy, Miss Munroe? That man down

there in the lounge single-handedly

took down three armed members of the

PLF, including Diego Martinez, Raul

Navarro and Ivy Cortez, as well as

their two spies, Chef Francois

Rousseau and the heiress Margaret

Prescott. His bravery saved the lives

of almost fifty people!

NARRATOR

A dishevelled Velvet appeared at the

bottom of the stairs, her dress

askew, hair tangled, and black eye-

makeup smeared across her tear-

streaked face. She scanned the room

in horror, her eyes widening in

disbelief at the chaos. Then, her

expression hardened and she pointed

to Tommy, lying on the floor.

VELVET MONROE

There he is... Tommy you crazy

bastard. You killed Ray and you

locked me in the fucking bathroom all

night?!? How could you?

NARRATOR

Tommy smiled and reached out to her,

sure that she would understand when

he explained.

TOMMY STONE

I had to babe... I'd had to save

you... Ray and Lola, they weren't

human, they were aliens in disguise.

I had to kill them. I saw them, babe,

when they, when they took off their

skin...

NARRATOR

As everyone listened to Tommy's

insane raving, all eyes widened in

disbelief. Mick took a step back from

his bandmate in horror, and Velvet

started crying.

TOMMY STONE

They were attacking everyone with ray

guns... you gotta believe me...

VELVET MONROE

Tommy you lunatic... what have you

done?!?!

NARRATOR

Fury blazed in Detective Martin's

eyes and he crossed the room in four

angry strides. Pushing the uniformed

officers out of the way, he kicked

Tommy in the gut.

SFX

KICKING & GRUNT

DETECTIVE MARTIN

You fucking goddamed hippie piece of

shit!

NARRATOR

The officers in the room restrained

Detective Martin, just as two

paramedics entered, pushing a

hospital gurney.

PARAMEDIC

What is the meaning of this? You

cannot assault a patient.

DETECTIVE MARTIN

This crazy mother fucker is nothing

more than filthy murderer.

NARRATOR

The paramedics both looked at him

strangely, their eyes blinking

unnaturally, their faces twitching

oddly, as if made of rubber.

PARAMEDIC

Detective, regardless of the crimes

this individual is accused of, the

Fourteenth Amendment and the Due

Process Clause ensure that anyone who

is detained but not yet convicted is

entitled to necessary medical

treatment.

NARRATOR

Detective Martin opened his mouth to

reply, but stopped himself, his hands

trembling with barely contained rage.

He took a deep, steadying breath and

turned to one of his officers.

DETECTIVE MARTIN

Officer Sagan. Arrest that man. Then

accompany the paramedics to the

hospital and keep watch until I get

down there in a couple of hours.

NARRATOR

Detective Martin fixed Tommy with a

withering stare and smiled a horrible

smile.

DETECTIVE MARTIN

I'm going see to it that you fry for

what you did, you long-haired

freak... you hear me?

TOMMY STONE

But I didn't do anything wrong...

DETECTIVE MARTIN

Get him out of here!!!

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law. You

have the right to an attorney. If you

cannot afford an attorney, one will

be appointed for you.

TOMMY STONE

Velvet... Mick... you gotta help me

please... you gotta tell them about

the aliens!!!

SFX

SOUND OF CAR DRIVING

& SIREN

NARRATOR

The ambulance sped down the lonely

desert road, racing toward the rising

sun hanging low and ripe on the

horizon. The Mojave was bathed in a

deep, orange glow. All around, the

desert stretched endlessly. Tall

mesas and jagged cinder cones loomed

in the distance, casting long shadows

against the morning light. A sign on

the edge of the road read, 'TRUTH OR

CONSEQUENCE 20 MILES'

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Tommy lay strapped on the gurney,

struggling against the restraints,

while a paramedic sat beside him

attempting to administer a sedative.

Up front, the other paramedic was

driving, his unsettling eyes fixed on

the road ahead. Officer Sagan sat

silently in the passenger seat, still

trying to comprehend the insane

carnage she had just witnessed.

TOMMY STONE

Let me go!!! Please you got to

believe me...

NARRATOR

Officer Sagan turned and snapped at

Tommy.

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

Stop struggling and calm down or I'm

gonna come back there and make you

sorry you ever opened your mouth,

alright?

PARAMEDIC

Please stop threatening the patient,

Officer.

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry. It's

just... I mean, you saw what he did

back there. He's an animal.

NARRATOR

Tommy stopped fighting and took a

deep breath, trying to appear in

control. He smiled at the strange

paramedic, which made him look

utterly terrifying and even more

insane.

TOMMY STONE

Look... I'm sorry I lost control. But

there's been a huge mistake.

NARRATOR

The ambulance began to slow down and

the driver turned off the siren.

SFX

SIREN OFF & CAR

SLOWING

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

Hey, why are you slowing down?

TOMMY STONE

I didn't kill any people, they were

aliens... (swallows hard) glowing

creatures from outer space that were

going to invade the Earth.

PARAMEDIC

Do not worry. We believe you.

NARRATOR

The ambulance suddenly veered off the

road, heading into the desert toward

a rocky canyon that rose sharply in

the north.

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

The hospital is back that way. Where

the hell are you taking us?

PARAMEDIC

In fact we are all surprised how

accurate your hallucination was.

TOMMY STONE

What do you mean?

PARAMEDIC

You did not stop the alien

invasion... it has only just begun.

NARRATOR

The strange paramedic reached around

to the back of his neck and peeled

off a rubber mask, revealing the

terrifying monster beneath it. Its

head was large and bulbous, with

electric-blue exoskeleton plates for

skin. An enormous and grotesque

compound eye dominated most of its

head, its thousands of tiny lenses

flickering with a faint glow, giving

it an eerie omniscience. Below the

eye, three razor-sharp mandibles

snapped and twitched around a gaping

maw that dripped a viscous,

iridescent fluid.

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

We... are the Xylok Colonists. We...

are here... to subjugate all life on

Earth. For centuries... we have

inhabited... your deepest oceans...

watching... waiting... to strike.

Now... the time has come. It... is

your doomsday.

SFX

SCREAM

NARRATOR

Tommy's eyes opened so wide it seemed

they might pop out of his skull. He

let out a scream of pure, unbridled

terror.

POLICE OFFICER SAGAN

What the fuck is going on back there?

NARRATOR

The Xylok Colonist shifted its

attention to the police officer,

scrambling toward her with terrifying

speed, unleashing an unnatural shriek

that echoed through the vehicle.

Officer Sagan recoiled in horror, her

eyes wide with fear as the alien

closed in. Frantically, she fumbled

for the door, desperate to escape.

But before she could react, the

creature seized her by the head. Its

mouth opened impossibly wide,

releasing a thick, yellow noxious gas

directly into Sagan’s face. Almost

instantly, the officer choked and

gagged, her mouth opening and closing

helplessly like a fish out of water

as her body convulsed violently. Her

skin began to disintegrate in a

torrent of blood, revealing the

jellified muscle beneath. Her eyes

boiled and burst with a sickening pop

and her nose dissolved into a smoking

vapour. The Xylok held the spasming

corpse, watching as the skull caved

in on itself, before discarding the

lifeless body like garbage. Without

hesitation, it turned its gaze back

to Tommy.

TOMMY STONE

Please, please, don't kill me.

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

We are... not going to kill you.

We... have other plans... for you.

NARRATOR

The ambulance raced into the canyon,

navigating the twisting, rocky track

at a dangerously high speed. It

skidded to a stop in a wide clearing,

enclosed by towering red rock walls.

In the centre of the clearing,

gleaming under the early light, stood

the same silver, disc-shaped UFO

Tommy had seen the night before while

watching the fireworks.

TOMMY STONE

Hang on. I saw this fucking thing

last night. You mean that was real?

You mean this is actually real?

NARRATOR

The flying saucer towered three

storeys high, resting on thick,

sturdy struts that had sunk deep into

the rocky ground under the craft's

immense weight. Its seamless,

polished surface was devoid of any

joints or rivets, giving it a

disturbingly smooth and unnatural

appearance. A faint, ethereal green

light emanated from the craft,

casting an eerie sheen across the

canyon, while a low, ominous hum

filled the air, vibrating with

energy.

SFX

OMINOUS HUM

NARRATOR

The Xylok Colonists emerged from the

ambulance and swiftly pulled the

gurney from the back with Tommy

strapped upon it, his body quivering

in fear. Without a word, they pushed

him towards the spacecraft.

TOMMY STONE

No please, don't do this.

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

Do not panic... human. You are to

be... our pet, of sorts.

NARRATOR

The surface of the UFO began to shift

and ripple as if alive, and a long

gangplank slowly descended from its

underside. Green light poured out

from within, bathing the rocky ground

in a terrible glow. The Xylok

Colonists waited, unmoving, until the

gangplank fully extended.

NARRATOR (cont'd)

Then they pushed the screaming,

thrashing Tommy up the ramp, his

desperate struggles futile as he was

taken into the eerie depths of the

alien craft.

TOMMY STONE

SCREAMING

No please... this can't be happening.

NARRATOR

As Tommy was wheeled inside the UFO,

the air instantly changed. It became

noxious and smelled of sulphur. The

Xylok Colonists pushed him down a

long hallway, the walls covered in

strange symbols and glyphs. They

seemed to pulse, as if the very

vessel itself was somehow alive. The

hallway opened out into what appeared

to be a massive surgical laboratory.

Tommy's terrified eyes darted around

the space... it was vast, with

towering ceilings that arched like

the ribcage of some enormous, ancient

creature. The Xylok Colonists wheeled

him to the centre of the room and a

cold shaft of blue light spilled down

on him from above. Six chattering

aliens emerged from the shadows and

surrounded the gurney, regarding him

like an animal in a zoo.

TOMMY STONE

Oh god, what are you going to do to

me?

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

Calm yourself. For the last decade...

Xylok Colonists have attempted to...

infiltrate your society. But we know

little... of your ways. We propose to

keep you captive... and study you...

to better train our infiltration

operatives.

TOMMY STONE

Alright, okay. So you're not gonna

kill me, you want me to help you

right? To tell you about humans?

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

Yes... we will will learn much...

from you. And you will... help us

too.

TOMMY STONE

How do you mean?

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

We have been... using... primitive

disguises to try... and pass as

human. With limited... success.

NARRATOR

The other alien paramedic removed its

rubber mask, revealing its hideous

form beneath.

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

We have recently developed... a new

technology... to help us pass... as

human. You will be... the test

subject.

NARRATOR

A monstrous machine started to lower

from the ceiling above Tommy. The

nightmarish contraption had sleek

metal arms tipped with surgical

tools, whirring blades and gleaming

needles. Suspended above it was a

large, cylindrical tank filled with a

thick, putrid orange fluid that

bubbled and frothed ominously.

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

We can now... completely remove the

dermis... from the subject while it

is alive... allowing us to... wear

living human skin as a suit...

TOMMY STONE

Please god no. Please tell me I'm

still tripping!

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

The subject will remain alive...

after the procedure... suspended in

fluid indefinitely.

TOMMY STONE

No please don't... PLEASE KILL ME

NOW!!!

NARRATOR

The skinning machine descended over

Tommy, its gleaming, metallic arms

moving with horrifying precision. The

razor-sharp instruments dug into his

flesh, peeling away his skin in one

long, excruciating piece. Each motion

was methodical and agonisingly slow,

as if the machine itself revelled in

its gruesome task. Tommy’s body

convulsed in unbearable pain, but the

restraints held him fast, forcing him

to endure the unimaginable torment as

his skin was meticulously stripped

away, layer by excruciating layer.

XYLOK COLONIST

(alien voice, stilted

and stiff)

Relax human... this will only hurt...

for a while. (evil laugh)

SFX

THEME MUSIC RISE

BARON SORDOR

evil laughter

Oh my word... what a wonderfully

wicked and weird web of drug-fuelled

debauchery have we been fortunate to

enjoy tonight. Unfortunately this is

where we must part. But remember, we

will open our doors soon for another

tale of terror, horror and suspense.

I bid you all farewell, until the

next episode of Baron Sordor's

Theatre of the Doomed.