PINNACLE ATLAS
"The worth of a man that releases diamonds is…..not sure about that until…. the realms of your continuous bleeding, births more heathens…. We gone start y'all off with a seasoned, melanated old man on a regular lazy Sunday with his granddaughter in the barn…. 1st Classic, 2nd Classic, 3rd Classic, 4th Masterpiece, next Diamond……"
Old Man: There was a tale of an old Baphomet sceptre buried deep in the Grand Canyon. The locals frequently report strange humming sounds at night. Some even seen floating men in the sky. Not much is known about what it looks like, but I've heard a long time ago when I was a boy, it has its own shadow with a diamond sparkle.
Young Girl: Is the woman God?
Old Man: The 'Wombman' (laughs) is whatever she wants to be, and you should feel the same right? Now pass me that bag, would you? …… Young minds run wild. I loved being in that place some time ago.
(The two work their way throughout the barn into the evening just before dusk. A shimmer of sunlight is still present, and the skies are calm.) (As the Young Girl is eager to go outside and walking towards the barn door entrance, a sudden light appears through the cracks of the door. The Old Man continues to talk to himself as the Young Girl opens the barn doors.)
Young Girl: What's that Paw? (Pointing to the field adjacent to the barn door opening. The Old Man finally realizes she really is watching something amazing or terrifying, and drops his jaw in disbelief.) Is it ok to be God now? (Pointing at the light through the barn door opening.)
Old Man: I've seen just about everything in my life, and I'm okay with dying now……..
Young Girl: Are we going to be okay Paw? Should I go tell Momma?
Old Man: Just fine, just fine. I'll tell her…….. We have our show now….
(Scene Cuts. A Television Turns on. A news reporter is live with breaking news on current events in the area.)
Melissa C USC23 News: Yes Stan, can you hear me?
Anchor Stan: We're here Melissa, go ahead….
Melissa C USC23 News: Ok Stan I'm here outside the 'Green Tree' subdivision just East of downtown, where local residents have also reported strange sightings and sounds coming from the sky. I have with me now is one of those residents Mrs. Sandra Purdue. Sandra, can you explain exactly what's going on for the people out there that have not witnessed these events?
Sandra Purdue: (accompanied by a small child) Yeah we heard this buzzing sound coming from outside, and my husband first told us to go to the basement. That's when I ….(child interrupts)
Annie Purdue: Momma we seen black people in the sky! 'Bzzzzzzwhoooshhhuuuooo'
Sandra Purdue: I know baby. Momma's talking to the nice reporter lady ok? Go on ahead back in the house.
James Purdue: (Sandra's Husband)(James is yelling in between the screen door just shy of the door mat) Y'all need to come back inside now! C'mon Annie, it's not safe out here. Let the news people do their job.
Sandra Purdue: Let's go Annie. (Jane and Annie walk away)
Melissa C USC23 News: Still unable to prove or confirm anything on what local residents are calling a phenomenon. We only hope to have more details later as updates pour in. For now, this is Melissa C with channel USC23 News. Back to you Stan.
Pull up zero sticks, go ahead and kill me hoe You and your seeds with suffer wrath, they call us Indigos Speed plus momentum kills G-F-L been too real Parking lots Cloud deals Bruh you pulling up in a Rolls-Royce To a faggot that gave you no choice Who owns that, the renter 160k down red slender Eye don't even want that lets ENTER…………. But naw for real….. text centered……
Female Vocal: And yall know how this DNA feels Didn't need likes, ownership overkill You got bills? Me too, call Never overturned in your life give a good diamond *colour………
Anchor Stan: Thanks Melissa for that 'interesting' report to say the least. Later on, we have a hot topic that is causing a stir around social media. Is racism churning the economy? Local lawmakers claim their only hope for survival into the future, is through unbelievably blatant manipulation… And what's that buzzing sound outside? We step into one of our own State military bases to get expert aviation analysis on what 'they' think and what you should prepare for. All that and more tonight at 10:00.
Producer Jared: And that's a cut Stan, great work. Good job today y'all. We are done for now.
Regular Stan: I know these son of a bitches are lying to us about this whole alien crap. I can't wait to get out of this hick town. Cindy, is my Uber on the way?
Cindy Sahara: Yes sir. 5 minutes and they will be outside.
Regular Stan: Good, I need a drink……
(Scene cuts to the State Senator's main office. His 5,000 square foot office boast a big, beautiful glass pane window overlooking the outskirts of town. Suited with State flags and various historical ornaments, the Senators office is quite unique. To a regular citizen of this town, it would be a lot to admire and take in with just one visit.)
Senator Lockheed: Greg, did you get my reports from this morning? (shuffling paper) We have a meeting at 9.
Intern Bimmy: Yes sir, they should be in the portal by now……ummm sir? It seems like someone from the White House is trying to reach you…..
Senator Lockheed: Well?
Intern Bimmy: Yes sir, they say it's some sort of…breach? Not sure. It sounds urgent. (buzzing sounds coming from outside become louder by the second)
Senator Lockheed: (Turns his head and locks eyes on the large pane window in his office overlooking the city) Son go home now….
Intern Bimmy: I'm sorry sir? But we just go started for tod…. (Senator Lockheed interrupts)
Senator Lockheed: (Shouting) I said now!
All these niggas Eye got to fight one Guess where in the fuck they come from Bitch still trippin' off avalanches Big homie C's the only one's that advances Magic hoe Magic tricks, Magic stick, a Magic show Unimagined sorcery All these baddies still gotta see More weed than you can find time to breathe lt's been infiltration for a minute at ease All these labels front companies Publishing diamond in a tight one Whatchu' gonna' do, fight or run? Fucking bums already know the outcome Voodoom paper planes straight into a house Burning purple, riding out, cuz what the fuck is you talking bout? So much class Eye got to like prints Running in private with her home tints Nigga get your gang, talk your shit Then go run and hide, you punk bitch My situation hella sacred Whatchu' wanna' do, hide or face it? It seems to me you're industry So Eye can't really hold you accountable G (really?) All this stress, straight with the shits All this red, Eye got to buy dips Honey love, sweetie pie, sugar lips Roses and hips Diamond status your boss a faggot Remarkable, now have at it………..(Magic)
(Scene cuts to a living room where two friends are watching an emergency interrupted broadcast via the White House.)
President Enlil: My fellow Americans…… we have come to a very serious place and time in our country and on this planet. Whereas as a society, (breathes heavily) we must now face the unknown. Our military and special forces are the best in the world. We intend to use any necessary action and all resources possible to keep this country safe. I, for one, strongly advise along with our Department of Defense and Central Intelligence Agency, for everyone to stay in their homes until these so-called "threats" have subsided……… What makes us Americans, is the ability to have unwavering hope in a time….
(Audio fades to a minimum from the living room entertainment center as the two friends talk)
Ton tray: Mane fuck these crackas! (laughs)
G'Davius: Goddamn talkin bout, stay in the house…. Shittin me. Cuz, nigga already know what time it is. They got us last time with that whole chasing lies mess. If anything, NIGGAS finna be out in the street celebrating life a mufucka cuz.
Ton tray: What goes around, comes around white boy!
G'Davius: My question is, where they gone run and hide now? (Gets up from sitting down and walks towards the front door.)
Ton tray: Hell yeah. Where you going?
G'Davius: Shiiiddddddd….. Outside nigga.
Ton tray: (Laughs) Diamonds for them folks nigga!
Rubik's Sirius download personnel in this Saturn dome Holla' at broads at the mall regardless of skin tone Smoking good, riding out, still nigga what the fuck is you talking bout'? Feds even want to jack my clout No sir, entity Black Man, energy Run shit, you run around Jews the lapdog clowns Eye been betting on Avyon, since Plainfield N-J Kunta, "nigga", muthafuckin' Kente Now welcome to the center Come in, make yourselves at home, socialize, relax For thee art thou's dinner Galactic slim thickness Slim 360 ignorant Penmanship, screen scripts, quarter-billish-ness………..(Shhh)
(An old country home with a traditional porch and dirt driveway appears. Running water and the sound of dishes being racked fills the void. Mayleen Briggs is in her kitchen just finishing up cooking breakfast and immediately asserts her attention to the chores at hand.)
Mayleen Briggs: Baby finish your food before your mama comes and gets you. (Turns to the kitchen sink)
Child: Ok
(The sound of a truck pulling up into the driveway fills the kitchen. Herald Briggs opens the whining front screen door as he makes his way to the kitchen.)
Herald Briggs: May, you ain't gonna believe what's going on out there.
Mayleen Briggs: What? We been watching the news and ain't nobody said anything else.
Child: Yeah grandpa. Nothing new!
Herald Briggs: I bet those are the reruns. Gotta be. (Whispers to Mayleen) C'mon the porch with me please?
(They both make their way to the porch. As soon as the whining screen door closes.)
Mayleen Briggs: Well, what is it Herald?
Herald Briggs: Mayleen……… Ain't no white people left………
Mayleen Briggs: What?
Herald Briggs: May, I just drove about a good 100 miles all round town and the surrounding area. There is absolutely no sign of ANY white people anywhere.
Mayleen Briggs: What about Mr. and Mrs… (Herald interrupts)
Herald Briggs: Gone. Checked out the house and the neighbors. Gone.
Mayleen Briggs: A mostly white town, and all the white people just disappear huh. (Mayleen stares up at the sky) Are the stores still open? …….. I guess the scripts were right.
Herald Briggs: What scripts Mayleen?
Mayleen Briggs: It's an old prophecy that speaks on this exact situation and moment in time believe it or not. I used to keep up with this kind of stuff at the Juniors center right when I graduated from high school. It was a different time then. Different ideals, principles, and ways of life. To me, it was just fun socializing with that crowd. I didn't actually think some of the things they used to teach would turn out to be real. Well in so many words, the prophecy says that there is only one enemy left. That enemy just happens to look just like us……..
(Mayleen gently rubs the side of Heralds face with the back of her hand and proceeds back into the house. Herald takes a few steps down off of the porch and stares at the ground for several seconds as if he is taking in this new information from his wife. Herald gradually looks up as his eyes have now changed from circles to vertical slits. He opens his mouth slightly displaying a longer than usual forked tongue and overly grown canines.)
Mayleen Briggs: Herald! Come get your plate before it gets cold!
Herald Briggs: (Herald's appearance quickly turns back to his human form) Alright! Here I come…………….
