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Due to the length of this comic, a transcript is necessary. The transcript has been broken up into smaller story events for convenience.
| Page 1-43: Introduction- Badlands Correctional Institute |
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| [ Presented are three alternative renditions of a little girl with her deceased parents laying next to her, in addition to a dedication to the late [Rick May]. ]
[ The story begins with the words "Badlands, New Mexico", "Seven Years Later." A close up shot of a vulture is shown standing next to bones in the desert, its beak opened, ready to consume it. The camera then pans out, gradually revealing a large amount of additional vultures, as well as human skeletons that are partially buried in the sand. [ A loud gunshot kills one of the vultures, causing the other vultures to scatter. The camera then shifts focus to the Badlands Correction Institute, revealing an alarming number of human skeletons in the sand, as well as a sign reading: "Badlands Correctional Institute, All Escapees will be shot on sight." ] Guard 1: I get him? Guard 2: You got him. I wish the inmates still tried to escape. Guard 1: Used to get a runner out in the bone ocean three, four times a week. Guard 2: Hey Frank, you...? Do you see that? Out there on the horizon? Guard 1: Nobody's even tried ever since he took over. When they moved him here, I gave him a week. That was seven years ago. Now all the gangs... The Skulls, The Tongs, The Diablos. Nobody lights a cigarette without his say-so. [ The camera shifts focus to a distressed young man in a prison cell, whilst the dialouge of the guards continues. ] Guard 2: Frank? Guard 1: They think he's immortal. I think they might be right. Guard 2: Frank, I think something's coming. Diego: I am so... so... so sorry. [ The scene expands, revealing the rest of the prison cell, in addition to Merasmus on a bench rack making occasional grunting sounds. ] T-Bone: Two more, come on. Diego: And not just sorry 'cause you're gonna kill me. I am genuinely sorry. I didn't even know you ran a card hustle. But now I know. No more cards. Card are your thing. T-Bone: Last one. Get after it. Diego: And I also know you do... terrible things to guys who cross you. And I don't wanna be one of those guys. Which is why I'm here. Apologizin'. Merasmus: Rack it, T-Bone. |