THE CHASE
By
Rinalda Fărăian
FADE IN
LARGE ROOM - NIGHT
A large room with an armchair and a
big screen, wires strewn across the floor and the back of the chair. PLAYER
enters, throwing himself on the chair and putting a three-fingered glove on.
Screen turns on, bright and white against the darkness of the room, activating
GAME mode.
PLAYER
(poking the air with his fingers)
Game selection.
GAME
(robotic female voice)
Choose. Game.
A choice
reel of game names appears projected in front of the screen, which has now gone
black, save for one dot in the center.
PLAYER
(swiping casually through a selection of names)
No. No. Hell no. What? Pony Apocalypse Tomorrow? Why do I even
still have that junk? Useless.
(selects Trash and
carries on, mumbling the names aloud)
Kidnap Tycoon, Russian Whore Galore,
Panty Quest…
(he stops, going back two names.)
Yes. Yes. This will do.
(he grins with visible satisfaction, making a pistol with his gloved
fingers and mock firing at the projection of a girl holding a sign above her
head. Sign reads: The Chase.)
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