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9. The Lost Cause Comedy Vault Vol. IIi Ep. {"The Diamond Hour"}

9. The Lost Cause Comedy Vault Vol. IIi Ep. {"The Diamond Hour"}

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{ENTER THE MULTIVERSE} | LEGENDS SPINOFF - [THE FESTIVAL PROJECT ™ } PRESENTS…The Chronicles of WTF(The Chronicles of Whatthefuck)**\ðə ˈkrɑː.nɪ.kəlz əv ˌwʌt.ðə.ˈfʌk**.[thuh KRAH-nih-kulz uhv wut-thuh-FUK.]EPISODE 001: PILOT‘My Name Is James ‘Chapter I: Lost Boy RED leans over the bed of the truck, leaning over the giant pine tree with the strap buckle gripped tight in his gloved dominant hand. He pulls as he leans over sliding back and down onto the ground, until his feet are firmly planted; his boots press into the gravel below him with just enough give to show that the land has not yet frozen over for the winter. He looks assuredly at his work, knowing that the tree is securely fitted to the truck bed—but the look of worry in his glistening eyes ties his to somewhere far off; and he seems unsure of his friend, JOSELYN, much taller and long, with blonde straw hair sticking up from under his knitted hat as if there’s been an electric shock. He looks at his friend, then back up at the large mound of tree in the truck bed, still sort of somber. RED Alright, that should do it. JOSELYN I’ll say. RED Just make sure when you get the other one, you get it up there the same way. Like this. JOSELYN I will. RED I mean it. JOSELYN Don’t worry! —but Red is obviously worried. He takes his hands from his hips and fishes the keys out of his pockets, the frost hanging from his eyebrows and tunneling from his breath in the frigid cold; it’s yet to snow, but you can smell that it ought to. In fact, it will. RED hands his buddy the keys to the truck almost begrudgingly, but still somewhat dismissive. JOSELYN seems aloof; we understand that he’s a quite bubbly young man, and his blue-green eyes seem to light up even against the frigid cold of the forest mountain. RED Alright. I’ll meet you down there. JOSELYN Okay. See you down there. JOSELYN enters the truck and starts it, driving away and further down the mountain. Now RED looks on with a knowing sadness that doesn’t fade away, as he looks behind him, to the glimmer of a light inside of a small CABIN, the flickering flame of a lantern inside, over his shoulder and then back out, to see last sight of the truck has vanished down the subtle grade of the rolling forests. He moves toward the cabin but doesn’t enter; instead only fashioning himself with an axe, a pick, and a shovel and rope at the workbench to the side of the cabin, slipping his tools into the utility loops on his carpenter pants, then walking away, throwing the coiled rope over his shoulder. He doesn’t look back, and works his way gently down a hidden ledge, climbing over and down, disappearing into what appears to be a thick mountain fog settling over the mountain.We pan out to a wide shot of the now very desolate mountainside; the Cabin sits alone with only the warm glowing light of the lamp in the window, as the smallest flakes of snow begin to fall into a whimsical flutter, Whimsical, but also, somehow, dark. [The Festival Project ™] “Don’t you follow me in here.”, he said, griping at me like he always does. “But I have to,” I said. “I’m your shadow.” He doesn’t go anywhere without me, but never lets me forget it. Not even for a moment. He acts as if he doesn’t like me, but I think that’s because he has to— He seems to have to do a lot of things I don’t understand, but then. Neither does he. My Name Is James He simply does them just because he ‘has to.’{Enter The Multiverse}EXT. MOUNTAIN POST. NIGHTFALLJOSELYN has waited several hours at the POST with no sign of RED. The snow has fallen significantly now and has even become quiet heavy. His face is red and flush from cold, and his golden eyelashes are nearly hidden under a muster of snow. He watches the last of the daylight disappear into nightfall over the horizon of the forests steep cliffs and tree tops, the flurries swirling around him as he breathes heavily into his gloved hands to warm them; we can assume that he’s been standing there long enough that his gloves are no longer effective, but he stares willfully and squinting with determination toward the mountain as if staring with such intent will make his friend appear. After a few brief moments, his focus and silence is broken by the presence of a short and stout man; a RANGER appears at his side with a warm cup of what appears to be HOT COCOA. JOSELYN breaks his hound dog like gaze for only a moment to politely acknowledge and accept this; before immediately snapping back into what almost looks to be a trance of sorts.The RANGER, also looking out into the wilderness sighs. RANGERWon’t you come inside?Without breaking his gaze and taking only the smallest sip from the mug, JOSELYN doesn’t even shake his head, “no.” Instead he rather obstinately stands planted and affixed to the horizon. JOESELYN Not yet. The RANGER lets out a sharp sigh, with a plume of frosty cold ...
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