MISSING: TWO MEN AND A BEAR. IF SEEN PLS RETURN BY WEDNESDAY
Jul 22, 2018 23:28:49 GMT -5
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Post by jamesmueller on Jul 22, 2018 23:28:49 GMT -5
Magnus scurries through the backstage of Venom’s gymnasium, where the world famous Gun Show is shot monthly. Carrying a clipboard, wearing glasses, and with a walkie-talkie on his hip, Magnus seems to be running production today. Magnus stops where he’s at and begins to shout at a couple interns moving equipment backstage
: Rehearsals in fifteen minutes! FIFTEEN MINUTES, PEOPLE!
Magnus points to his clipboard and shows the interns what he’s pointing at, but it’s just a hand-drawn photo:
Magnus then continues to storm down the hall, as a number of unpaid interns work on production for the show. Magnus stops at a door labeled “JAMES MUELLER,” clearly the backstage office for James Mueller. Magnus politely knocks on the door…
Nothing.
Magnus politely knocks again…
Nothing.
: Monsieur Mueller?
Nothing.
Magnus turns the knob to the door. It’s unlocked. Magnus slowly begins to open the door, peaks inside carefully, and then finally fully opens the door to Mueller’s office. There’s some GUN Show posters, Bonnie Jenkins cardboard stand-in, some Taco Bell bags, and a few guns scattered about. Everything seems normal but no James…
: Monsieur James Mueller?
Magnus looks around, looks concerned, and looks back around the hallway. He shuts the door and walks down to another office door, this one labeled “VENOM.”
: Mister Venom?
Nothing.
Magnus knocks…
Nothing.
Magnus turns the knob and looks inside. Inside scattered about is some GUN Show posters, a bunch of articles pinned to the wall with “CHARLIE VELEZ” written in sharpie all over them, and a couple of guns thrown about who cares.
: Mister Venom? …. Huh… Not here either…
Magnus shuts the door and he rubs his chin out in the hallway… He then walks further down the hall to a third door, clearly labeled “GOLDBEAR II.” Magnus lightly taps the door with his index finger…
: ...b...bear…
Nothing.
: ...be….beaaar?
Magnus taps the door some more with his index…
Nothing.
Magnus exhales… and opens the door, until it stops a few inches in because it’s blocked by something. Magnus peaks in, to see an interns bloody body blocking the door from opening fully. He looks around to see blood and arms and Mountain Dew scattered about, and a locked gun safe. Magnus shuts the door.
: Nothing out of the ordinary…
Magnus grabs the walkie-talkie off his waste-band.
: Has anyone seen James, Venom or Goldbear II?
Radio silence for a few seconds, before an intern calls back.
Intern: Nobody’s seen them for a few days.
: But the biggest show of the year is just right around the corner… And Night of Champions!
Intern: Also, nobody’s seen Shawn for like a week and we’re getting worr-
: Keep this channel silent unless one of you spot Venom, James or Goldbear II.
Intern: But what about Shawn?
: SILENCE!
Magnus starts storming down the hallway again… Until he is stopped by a young man dressed as DHL delivery.
: Hey, I’m supposed to make sure this package just gets to… whoever… fucking… works here, sooo… If you could sign this.
Magnus signs off for the delivery. The kid then hands off a package to Magnus a few inches thick and then runs off back into obscurity and depression. Magnus looks at the package, just addressed to “GUN SHOW XI,” but the return address is labeled “GEORGIA STATE HIGHWAY PATROL” along with their address info. Magnus tears open the package and puts it on a table nearby. He looks inside with a puzzled look and pulls out a VHS tape… and then another, and then a third.
: ...the fuck… is…
Magnus takes the tape labeled “PART ONE OF THREE” and pops it into a nearby VCR that happens to be hooked up to a old box tv on a cart. Magnus turns the TV on, the lights around him dim and the flicker of the TV partially illuminates his face, but we can’t see the contents…
: James? ...Venom?
Magnus’ eyes begin to widen… Something shocks him. His mouth begins to open out of suspense… Faintly you can hear yelling coming from the TV.
: Oh.. my god… This… This has to make it to air… I get it now, this was for the show…
Magnus looks directly into the camera.
: These tapes will be shown at GUN Show XI, this Wednesday, July 25th, as part of the XHF Night of Champions celebration.
We cut to black. Shamelessly.
: Rehearsals in fifteen minutes! FIFTEEN MINUTES, PEOPLE!
Magnus points to his clipboard and shows the interns what he’s pointing at, but it’s just a hand-drawn photo:
Magnus then continues to storm down the hall, as a number of unpaid interns work on production for the show. Magnus stops at a door labeled “JAMES MUELLER,” clearly the backstage office for James Mueller. Magnus politely knocks on the door…
Nothing.
Magnus politely knocks again…
Nothing.
: Monsieur Mueller?
Nothing.
Magnus turns the knob to the door. It’s unlocked. Magnus slowly begins to open the door, peaks inside carefully, and then finally fully opens the door to Mueller’s office. There’s some GUN Show posters, Bonnie Jenkins cardboard stand-in, some Taco Bell bags, and a few guns scattered about. Everything seems normal but no James…
: Monsieur James Mueller?
Magnus looks around, looks concerned, and looks back around the hallway. He shuts the door and walks down to another office door, this one labeled “VENOM.”
: Mister Venom?
Nothing.
Magnus knocks…
Nothing.
Magnus turns the knob and looks inside. Inside scattered about is some GUN Show posters, a bunch of articles pinned to the wall with “CHARLIE VELEZ” written in sharpie all over them, and a couple of guns thrown about who cares.
: Mister Venom? …. Huh… Not here either…
Magnus shuts the door and he rubs his chin out in the hallway… He then walks further down the hall to a third door, clearly labeled “GOLDBEAR II.” Magnus lightly taps the door with his index finger…
: ...b...bear…
Nothing.
: ...be….beaaar?
Magnus taps the door some more with his index…
Nothing.
Magnus exhales… and opens the door, until it stops a few inches in because it’s blocked by something. Magnus peaks in, to see an interns bloody body blocking the door from opening fully. He looks around to see blood and arms and Mountain Dew scattered about, and a locked gun safe. Magnus shuts the door.
: Nothing out of the ordinary…
Magnus grabs the walkie-talkie off his waste-band.
: Has anyone seen James, Venom or Goldbear II?
Radio silence for a few seconds, before an intern calls back.
Intern: Nobody’s seen them for a few days.
: But the biggest show of the year is just right around the corner… And Night of Champions!
Intern: Also, nobody’s seen Shawn for like a week and we’re getting worr-
: Keep this channel silent unless one of you spot Venom, James or Goldbear II.
Intern: But what about Shawn?
: SILENCE!
Magnus starts storming down the hallway again… Until he is stopped by a young man dressed as DHL delivery.
: Hey, I’m supposed to make sure this package just gets to… whoever… fucking… works here, sooo… If you could sign this.
Magnus signs off for the delivery. The kid then hands off a package to Magnus a few inches thick and then runs off back into obscurity and depression. Magnus looks at the package, just addressed to “GUN SHOW XI,” but the return address is labeled “GEORGIA STATE HIGHWAY PATROL” along with their address info. Magnus tears open the package and puts it on a table nearby. He looks inside with a puzzled look and pulls out a VHS tape… and then another, and then a third.
: ...the fuck… is…
Magnus takes the tape labeled “PART ONE OF THREE” and pops it into a nearby VCR that happens to be hooked up to a old box tv on a cart. Magnus turns the TV on, the lights around him dim and the flicker of the TV partially illuminates his face, but we can’t see the contents…
: James? ...Venom?
Magnus’ eyes begin to widen… Something shocks him. His mouth begins to open out of suspense… Faintly you can hear yelling coming from the TV.
: Oh.. my god… This… This has to make it to air… I get it now, this was for the show…
Magnus looks directly into the camera.
: These tapes will be shown at GUN Show XI, this Wednesday, July 25th, as part of the XHF Night of Champions celebration.
We cut to black. Shamelessly.