Post by hardcorehammer24 on Aug 29, 2022 19:18:15 GMT -5
Cameras pan into a field in the Pennsylvania countryside. Tall stalks of golden corn, rows of tobacco plants, all being planted by tractors. Footage of young Amish boys riding horse-led fertilizer carts. While this footage plays, there is a voice over.
Jakie Wentzel (V.O) Naw, I haff dealt in lots of shit in my day…pig shit, caw shit, hell sometimes even chicken shit. Yah might want to say I am a “connoisseur” of shit, ye bist? When I was a boy, I was tasked with cleaning out tha barns every morning and I developed quite a nose fer this stuff. I could tell tha stench off a skunk from that off a hog. Eventually, my parents went tah me fer guidance on which shit would be best for cultivatin’ tha fields. It was a job that wasn’t pleasant, but a source of major pride, yah bist. Naw, I know pride is not a becomin’ trait, but I was very good at it, ant helped my family survive with plentiful crops.
Camera switches to a blank sound stage, where Jakie Wentzel is holding a picture of “High Roller” Wesley Crane. A look of disgust is on his face.
Wentzel: But there is one shit stench I never could never get adjusted tah, onst. Ant that is tha smell off a rat shit. Wesley Crane, I could smell that rat shit on yah from a mile away, yah bist me naw? Ant yah come here tah spread yer ratshit all around tha W:UK like a manure tractor tractor at growing season. Yah talk about me like yah know a single dang thing about me. Naw, let me tell yah a little secret…not all us are stupid. We don’t need yer worldly knowledge tah survive, we only need tha teachin’s off our Lort ant tha laws off tha land. Yah call me an inbred hillbilly, but also want to change my appearance ant join yah as me mentor? Don’t talk so dumb, Wesley.
Wentzel strikes a match and lights the center of the photo, creating a hole that expands out toward the outer edge.
Wentzel: Yah throw them devil’s dice, ant what do yah get from it? Blood money ant a black hole where yer soul used tah be. Just look around, Wesley…Purge, Zolothach, Godfrey, Von Krauss…these men are tha embodiment off pure evil. They worship tha laws off tha world…tha laws off greed. Tha black holes they embody haff grown so wide that their is no comin’ back. Do yah want tah be like that, naw onst?
He drops the picture and puts out the flame with his heavy black boot.
Wentzel: I just so happen tah think that there is still a human being in there, Wesley, underneath all that shit and filth is a young man who got tha taste off tha material world ant lost his way. I know that yah are older than one Jakie Wentzel, but there is still time fer yah. Come join tha cause of tha Lort…learn tha power that tha Order can give yah. That’s why bein’ yer disciple just wouldn’t work. I appreciate yer offer, but what yah ask off me is not only a change off clothes, but a change off heart. Simply put, yah can change tha man, but what’s tha point if yer soul remains tha same.
A small sly smile crosses his face.
Wentzel: I hear yer out lookin’ fer New Intercourse…naw…there iss eine wunderlich miracle. When tha people off my community had nothin’, when we were just a bunch of displaced refugees…tha Shadowman came along ant funded tha construction of our community with tha hope that we could live a harmonious existence, far from tha Von Krausses of our world. A new Heaven and Earth protected behind 6 inches off stainless steel where tha faithful could be saved indefinitely. Ant still it stands, proud ant shining like tha gates of Zion.
Wentzel points a dirty finger out into the camera.
Wentzel: You could join me as one off Wentzel’s warriors, Wesley. Give up tha unholiness off tha gambler’s life, and follow me. You could haff a change off heart beyond tha outerwear all tha way down tah yer underwear. Think it over…or accept yer fate when I throw yer stinkin’ rat shit over the edge ant clean out the waste that has come over tha XHF network. Yah bist me naw?
Camera fades out as Wentzel kicks over the camera with a thud.
Jakie Wentzel (V.O) Naw, I haff dealt in lots of shit in my day…pig shit, caw shit, hell sometimes even chicken shit. Yah might want to say I am a “connoisseur” of shit, ye bist? When I was a boy, I was tasked with cleaning out tha barns every morning and I developed quite a nose fer this stuff. I could tell tha stench off a skunk from that off a hog. Eventually, my parents went tah me fer guidance on which shit would be best for cultivatin’ tha fields. It was a job that wasn’t pleasant, but a source of major pride, yah bist. Naw, I know pride is not a becomin’ trait, but I was very good at it, ant helped my family survive with plentiful crops.
Camera switches to a blank sound stage, where Jakie Wentzel is holding a picture of “High Roller” Wesley Crane. A look of disgust is on his face.
Wentzel: But there is one shit stench I never could never get adjusted tah, onst. Ant that is tha smell off a rat shit. Wesley Crane, I could smell that rat shit on yah from a mile away, yah bist me naw? Ant yah come here tah spread yer ratshit all around tha W:UK like a manure tractor tractor at growing season. Yah talk about me like yah know a single dang thing about me. Naw, let me tell yah a little secret…not all us are stupid. We don’t need yer worldly knowledge tah survive, we only need tha teachin’s off our Lort ant tha laws off tha land. Yah call me an inbred hillbilly, but also want to change my appearance ant join yah as me mentor? Don’t talk so dumb, Wesley.
Wentzel strikes a match and lights the center of the photo, creating a hole that expands out toward the outer edge.
Wentzel: Yah throw them devil’s dice, ant what do yah get from it? Blood money ant a black hole where yer soul used tah be. Just look around, Wesley…Purge, Zolothach, Godfrey, Von Krauss…these men are tha embodiment off pure evil. They worship tha laws off tha world…tha laws off greed. Tha black holes they embody haff grown so wide that their is no comin’ back. Do yah want tah be like that, naw onst?
He drops the picture and puts out the flame with his heavy black boot.
Wentzel: I just so happen tah think that there is still a human being in there, Wesley, underneath all that shit and filth is a young man who got tha taste off tha material world ant lost his way. I know that yah are older than one Jakie Wentzel, but there is still time fer yah. Come join tha cause of tha Lort…learn tha power that tha Order can give yah. That’s why bein’ yer disciple just wouldn’t work. I appreciate yer offer, but what yah ask off me is not only a change off clothes, but a change off heart. Simply put, yah can change tha man, but what’s tha point if yer soul remains tha same.
A small sly smile crosses his face.
Wentzel: I hear yer out lookin’ fer New Intercourse…naw…there iss eine wunderlich miracle. When tha people off my community had nothin’, when we were just a bunch of displaced refugees…tha Shadowman came along ant funded tha construction of our community with tha hope that we could live a harmonious existence, far from tha Von Krausses of our world. A new Heaven and Earth protected behind 6 inches off stainless steel where tha faithful could be saved indefinitely. Ant still it stands, proud ant shining like tha gates of Zion.
Wentzel points a dirty finger out into the camera.
Wentzel: You could join me as one off Wentzel’s warriors, Wesley. Give up tha unholiness off tha gambler’s life, and follow me. You could haff a change off heart beyond tha outerwear all tha way down tah yer underwear. Think it over…or accept yer fate when I throw yer stinkin’ rat shit over the edge ant clean out the waste that has come over tha XHF network. Yah bist me naw?
Camera fades out as Wentzel kicks over the camera with a thud.