St☠n _ Eternal

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St☠n _ 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 On eve of the biggest Massacre Cruise ever, where inaugural Massacre Champion will be crowned... Harmon Egon will defend his Craze Championship, undefeated record... for the last time. Our scene opens to gray clouds brewing above a peak along rows of a mountain range. We get closer to one particular peak, hearing scratchy storm audio from somewhere fast approaching. We land upon a dim headlamp light deep in a cavern. It goes out. Stan _ 'Damnniit! Out of batteries, too! It's gotta be getting close, I went through the Eye of Bob, up Slanted Tired Phrases of Watts! All along the hallowed Old Owl Mustard Trail... but I can't find Undefeated Cove?? I don't think it's even here? Must be an old map. I hate when guides do this, they tell you stuff relevant in the land before standards existed. Thank God that modern society is ready for something better! After time wasted playing with themselves, they finally reached up higher for a new... standard. Hey, I like the sound of that!  I'll use it, but never get too Craze. Can you imagine, becoming a parody of yourself in a single purpose? I'd probably kill myself...' . (imaginary pistol to the dome) A torch emerges from darkness around a leaky cave corner. Stan's teenage face peeks through a dark hooded robe. Snow falls through cracks above. His eyes are like they used to be, still bright with possibility in a wonderous world to explore. Stan gets a funny feeling, something in the cave calling to him. Down into a crevice, contorting his body in a claustrophobic dance in darkness. He drops onto a platform; he can hear a tone carrying almost like singing. Following the sound up through a crack in the formation, Stan takes a deep breath to shove his ribcage through the opening, he wiggles his hips out, brushing himself off, torch fizzles out. He murmurs, trying to figure out where the matches are. Stan _ (tossing stuff down) 'Oh- damnit, not now, I'm nearly there! Shit! Where's my-(rummaging) ah, there we go!!' . We hear a match ignite; the torch is relit by Stan's steady extended hand. On the other side of the ascendingly brighter flame, the beginning of a pathway illuminates, winding up round sides of the cave. He follows it up and up. Further and further, closer and closer to the stars above. Chills take over the higher he goes, until he can barely stand from the lack of oxygen. He reaches the biggest door he has ever seen, knocking in a frantic panic not to freeze in the snowstorm by passing out. Stan thinks about all the times he almost died trying to find something, anything he could use as a reason not to fail, not to become an industry cliche, but to self-harmonize. Maybe this was it, the end of a road lived in pursuit but never fully crowned. A life only described as potential for eternity in the scrums of everlasting life. Leaning in potential loss of it all, Stan's desperate freezing hands move from a vibration. Metal screeches because a bolt is pulled, loudly, a crank begins opening the door inch by inch. Light rays from inside hit his chilled face like the fresh warmth of renewed hope. A redefining moment of opportunity in the face of peril. There was that funny feeling again, propelling him into a fate that seemed natural. This wasn't the end after all, but only the beginning. Where Stan's skills would learn how to become much more... Stan _ (feeling the allure) 'What is all this? Why does it feel so... meant to be? It's just incredible...' . Stan _ 'Kind of cultish, but... actually charming?? Maybe??' . (Stan rolls his eyes at second thought) Back in the mountain compound, snowflakes fall somewhere very high in altitude and very cold to survive. In the short distance, a winter storm engulfing the entire horizon hurls toward the mountain. Inside the impending weather-y doom, candles by the hundreds shroud a staging area underneath an enormous replica of Jesus hanging on a crucifix, their flames dwindling in thin night air. Stan's quivering eyes take in this chance to be thankful out of the cold mess. Church hymns hum on in the pulpit. The podium is bare other than a single worn leather bible on its shelf. Followers gather in kneeling positions along the front of the stage in parallel lines. Stan is greeted via welcome nod by the Chaplin, who is conducting a ceremony around a shrine. Outside, a fierce wind is howling like a starving lurking predator. The doors blow open. Snow twirls through the opening interrupting the ceremony as everyone flusters to help. Believers from either side close them shut, team lifting a wooden beam into slat to lock it in place. Exhausted, the beam lifters turn around... teeth fly in slow motion... the Chaplin sprints over to the center of the shrine shrouded with candles! It's gone!!! He shrieks! "The Hammer of Hades! It's been taken from its charging doc-errr, shrine!!!" Believers in matching robes march over, one steps on a tooth... the group all look down, then follow the eye trail of teeth to their recently hammered in the fucking face comrade. Stan _ (twirling the hammer) 'Oh boyyyy- here we freakin' go, Stanley! One guy with a hammer against a herd of religious zealots. Fucking perfect...' . Stan gets that funny feeling, in his neck it intensifies, almost disabling him with pain. The Chaplin calls for action, "find the intruder before the storm hits! Yes- it's hammer time!" As OCW lawyers field reference infringement calls, the Believers all go back to their spots by the stage, simultaneously presenting ID thumbprints, flipping stage, revealing individual personalized hammers. A crow eating a baby, two fighting bears shitting in woods, Peter Pan's dick at a side angle, and pictures of Harmon's face when he loses are a few of the luscious never before witnessed engravings picked up by these rough riding mountain types. Stan's head slides out from behind a pillar above the action. In his left-hand, fury, and in his right, the Hammer of Hades. Again, the Chaplin shouts to his hunting members, "don't let him leave with the hammer! It can cause damage if it leaves the shrine! Eternal damage, forever!" Stan squints, examining his new toy for any warning signs to drop it. It begins to glow like lava lives within its handle about to erupt. Stan's eyes become enchanted by the glow. His face turns from concern to outright menace. Hades takes control, Stan cartwheels out into the middle of the search... his eyes say terror, but his hammer says mulch. Believer One stomps in from behind him, reaching for the wrist the hammer is in- SWIPE. POW. SWAT! Stan launches him backhanded, skull to hammerhead, crashing through a window, falling to his snowy death outside. His body twitches in one final horrid eyelid blink. Stan _ 'I could get used... TO THIIISSS! YEAAHHHHHH BABBBBBBYYYYY!' . (flexing on crazed harmony of believers) Inside, Stan dodges Believer Two, Three, running them into Believers Four and Five, then using the claw side of the hammer to spin and defiantly plant into the dome piece of Believer Six. Stan pulls back; chunks fly into the faces of Believers Seven, Eight, with some bone flakes into Believer Nine's. The Chaplin raises his arms down by the Crucifix, in prayer. Aggressively, he chants over and over. Remaining Believers gather around him reciting after he does. Cracks form all over the cave walls. A sudo-doorway opens in a round section; chanting loudens to a deafening decibel level! Walls start to come down all around them all as they sickly continue with this craze charade. A beautiful savior-like female silhouette appears in the shape of the opening. Out steps a gorgeous woman with blonde tips and her snout up in the air. Believers all bow in prayer. Her body turns awkwardly like she is still not complete, having never been truly tested until this moment. Her stare finds Stan, high above. She levitates up toward him while shouting with windy force. He tucks behind, using strategy over being a reckless dominatrix that nobody likes. She makes herself loud and clear... Total Witch _ 'INTRUDERRR!! HEAR ME NOW!!! I AM THE WITCH OF EGAN! I rule this land and all those must become Believers and bow to my SHRINE, WITH MY HAMMER OF HADES!!! (looking into the shrine, realizing it's gone) NOOOOooOOOOOOO! FIND IT! KILLLLLL HIMMM!!!! GGHHAHH-' . (choking at the end) The funny feeling in his neck drops him to the ground, the Witch holds up her index finger as if she is what has beckoned him here to this crazed place. He groans in agony, fighting his way back to his feet, looking down at the Hammer of Hades. Stan mumbles to himself, making sure to get a move on to relocate and defeat the crazed. Total Witch _ (urging their compliance) 'I CAN FEEL HIS PRESENCE! OVERR THERE!! HURRRRYY- BOB AND WEAVE!!' . (totally predictable) Believers in various stages of death without medical care run along in the direction she wanted, like rats in a maze. They seem to have little direction other than becoming a follower to the next big thing. Stan sighs, having seen this story time and again, mostly in lame predictable DIsney films. Stan _ 'Witch of Egan? More like Bitc- OHhHHHH!' . (avoids incoming rock debris) Walls around him crumble into piles. Two Believers spot him from across the rock, making their way to presumably hammer Stan. The Witch of Egan stands around at the bottom, waiting for people to acknowledge her, and getting piss-y when they don't. She looks up, expecting everything to be perfectly done, but is disgusted to learn that Stan is not playing ball. She gathers her strength as if she is ready to point and cause more pain for Stan. He thinks quickly on his feet, throwing the Hammer at her just as she extends her arm to hurt him! The shot freezes, shattered by the hammer connecting with the vile Witch of Egan. ☠ We are met with a fresh shot. Stan sits talking to someone, with blood all over the wall behind him. Pictures from panning shots around the room and the familiar chair reveal that this is Stan's dad's house, where he murdered his own Father. Stan talks, getting heated, trying to beckon his father to leave his body, and stay where he died, back in his own home. Stan gets continually more desperate for a solution, any solution... "POP! I'm not arguing anymore! It's my body! You've been hounding me, gnawing at me, and giving me shit since this started! Yes, I killed you, but you also- kind of killed you?! If it wasn't for how I felt from all those years of anger, neglect, from being your fucking science experiment, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess! I'm sorry for pulling the trigger, I am... but- God, part of it... such a RELIEF! I feel free, but still distracted. We allowed Bob the drop after we had already eliminated him! We were not on point, that can't happen again!! So Pop, I've arranged a beautiful funeral, a glorious goodbye to life, and family. Get back into your own fucking house, so I don't lose another match. I can't lose this week, Pop! I WON'T! I'll pay the mortgage, keep the place for you, but I will not allow you to sabotage me! Be a real dad. I saw it in your expression on that Kodak reel... it was, love? Where is that now? Guide me, I'm your son! You made me, HELP ME WIN! (gripping temples with rage) GEETTT OUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT, I SAID!!!!!!" Stan's eyes glaze over, as an emotional Pop's ambiance exits his son's physical body. That look from the wedding, still in his eyes apologizes for his actions, forgiving Stan for killing him and finally taking responsibility for what he's done. Stan is taken back, reaching to touch the aura of his Father. Finally free, Stan looks better than ever. His color returns, so does his smile. "Is that you- Pop? It's gorgeous! Are you in any pain?? What do I do?" Pop's energy hops into the television set in his own living room. His spirit turns the TV set to Decadence, as Harmony Egan stands over SYNN at the latest OCW super show. Pop stops the recorded playback at a specific moment. Stan examines the screen, crouching in slowly, focused on what Pop is trying to reveal. Stan backs away with a widening grin. He chuckles to himself uncontrollably. Stan remembers who he is and why he's here. Unexpectedly, Stan turns violent, grabbing the camera, nose to lens, with something to say- "Harmony, I'm not one of your Craze bowling pins!! You're not another one of my Massacre tackle dummies! I would say that makes this match more interesting but... does it?! I lost my undefeated record at Decadence, and yours is the cost!! The Standard turned his back for two seconds, allowing a slimy expired legend to trip me up! Now I know... I just won't turn my back. Hear that, Egan?? Your time's expired. Phantomas finite- FINISHED! I'm gonna do it for you, Harmon. I'm gonna do it for you- For you alone, Harmon. Just you." Stan tosses a skull and crossbones emblem on the table.