What's your MOMENT?

[Nick Sleet]

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Voiceover

There are many kinds of secrets in the world. Some are small; sordid affairs and corporate greed

The screen pans over encyphered documents, the letters floating up off of the page and rearranging themselves to form decipherable words

But others are far more ancient and deadly.

The screen pans over brief shots of alien text, demonic, hulking figures, A Rappachinian tattoo, a dark, sneering fae face

Knowledge is power

Cut to Nick rifling through documents in a building, pistol in hand and flashlight clipped to his shirt. He looks up at a noise, plasters himself against the doorframe, and then flips the intruder back with a wave of his hand and vanishes out the door.

But what really matters...

Splice in a montage of action shots: Nick disarming a trap next to the bleeding body of a friend as Kelsey frantically works to stabilize them; Nick throwing a brace of throwing daggers at shadowy figures; Nick racing out of a building with a psychic hunting squad at his heels.

Music swells to a chorus and pauses
is how you use it.

Nick pulls out the noisy cricket and fires at a Darkness infused Vasily in a slow motion melee, is blasted back towards the camera.

Fade to black: A manila folder opens to a blank parchment, and the words OCCAM'S RAZOR appear fade into visibility on it, followed by "Coming this Spring"

[Eden Jones]

[Madrigus]

[Tesla]

Nah, I'm the vanilla one here, Madrigus. Says so right on my character sheet

[Nick Sleet]

Woah, you're a psychic?! I thought you were Vanilla. Like, French vanilla a cuz you're a spy but vanilla nonetheless.

I am soooo happy I managed to fool as many people for as long as I did . It was a personal amusement goal that I expected to get blown away in the first few games, but...

[redraverfae]

Red's a secondary in my mind, so it would be a toss-up between when she first hulks that Plasma Rave Glaive over her shoulder with a huge grin, her music blaring, other hand on her hip.

OR

She'd be at the end of the trailer, right after they've shown the name of the movie and actors and stuff, leaning over close to the screen with a smile and handing something out, saying, "First one's free..."

[Henry Gondorf]

*Deliberate, Echoing Footstep growing fainter by distance. Fade on a figure crawling through the dust on the floor, leaving a wet looking trail behind them. His coat a tatter mess, he clutches the heavy case until the leather creaks. He gathers his strength and rises to his feet. Cuffs of pant legs singed, he continues crossing an empty wooden floor.

"…You know what, kids? I don't think you get it. When someone says 'run'..." He said as if he were in mid conversation.

Cut to an aerial shot of the town late at night. All the lights burning bright. Suddenly everything goes dark. Shadows on the walls start lengthening beyond their original source. Jump to the woods. A windy night howling though the branches. The leaves kicked up sudden catch on what looks like a leg that was not there a moment ago. Jump to the lake. The moon reflecting off the gentle water. A stirring of ripples appear off shore.

"...You should run. When you don't know who to trust..."

A Door swings open. A group of people in matching suits deliberately turn to you. Each wearing a pair of retro glasses. Deep inside a gambling den, the owner watches her guests like a tigress waiting for her time to strike. Lab techs marching in flanked by paramilitary. In the dark out of the way places, a lone figure stands waiting as patient as the grave for her next appointment. As the sun sets four figures clad in black shimmer on the horizon.

"...keep your head down 'til you do..."

Prof. Challenger sits quietly in his corner with a leather bound volume, Gaelic embossed on the spine. Lou makes his way to the diner with Dallas, Dr. Ruth, with Davenport trailing behind focused on his cyber bracer. Eden Jones strolls along with Doctor Rue deep in discussion. Madgrius tends to his deck, Maxwell mends a tear on his hand woven doll, Leo hurries to catch up. Doctor Zinc plows through the latest up date from Adv-Med Tech. Agent Levi readies a slice of cake for any looking for a respite. Red just bops along to her tunes while Odrie checks his cooler. A slow pull away from a monument made of a Fire Axe, Helmet, and a baseball glove.

"...And when the shooting starts..."

A door busts open revealing bugs the size of men turning towards the light. Sally, St. Francis draw a bead on those up front. Strife flattens out behind them eyeing the biggest bug in the back through his scope. Weird eldritch lights dance as Alice, Hartigan, Chloe, Larisa and the Padre face down a floating figure in a blood splatter shroud surrounded by what looks to be Hell's own cast offs. The camera snaps to various locales in the area showing Sleet slipping in to the shadows, Victor producing her glaive from seemingly nowhere; Steel, Beth, Aurora, Sheriff Winters, and Malcome face off against a pack of wolves much larger than seem possible.

"....well...may was well go out with a bang."

"To Glory" already midway through crashes in as all hell breaks loose. The bugs rush as those at the door open fire. Chloe roars forward as the others follow her in. Sleet slips though the enemy as he heads deeper into the gambling den. Victor brandishes her blade as the mad minions of the Dusk meet the Formorii rising from the lake. The Wolves advance with teeth bared, None back down. Dr. Rue, Ruth, and Zinc work feverishly to help the wounded in a dim light as The Book club draws down the fury of Nature amid the darkness. Dust picks off one mercenary as Gil cleaves through another. Gabriel wipes blood off the screen as she works the code. Kelsey, Red, and Amelia leave a wake of gobsmacked goons behind them.

“That is just fascinating, Mr. Gondorf,” A deep voice began. The mock patience evident. The Camera swings up to reveal a ramshackle cabin, muted light filtering in through the boarded windows. An imposing figure rises up in the gloom. “Mind getting to the point?”
Henry, looking worse for the wear turns to face the owner of such a commanding voice. He smiles. “The point? Oh right, well my pal Pete said it best.”

“Oh? And that is?”
“ Second star to the right and straight on till morning.” Henry Shoulders the door open as Sunlight pours in. A howl of pained anger follows him as he retreats from the cabin.

Occam’s Razor