Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25588272-20151106184909

The natural mountains form a valley with an endless amber wave of grain present. Over panning over the fields, transition a small wooden house with a farmer inside and one other outside. They're not much, just standard farmers. As the camera settles down in the home, the second farmer knocks on the door. Allen gets up and walks to the door.

ALLEN: Hey, who's there?

COTE: Cote. You remember me, right?

ALLEN: Haha, of course!

Allen opens the door and invites Cote in. They both sit down.

ALLEN: What's going on?

COTE: I thought I'd come by... you know, things aren't going as well as I hoped they would be.

ALLEN: *laughs* Well, not much you can do about that. You weren't exactly a friend of Krazy.

COTE: I know, Allen! I'm still not that pleased. Utter fool, I think he is.

ALLEN: Nonsense, he's a strong leader. He has technology.

COTE: I wouldn't go so far as to call him a leader, let alone a strong one.

ALLEN: Once again, nonsense, he's a wise man. A veritable King Arthur, really.

COTE: King Arthur came to the throne when he was what, 12?

ALLEN: And he was fantastic.

COTE: King Arthur wasn't real.

ALLEN: Point.

COTE: Anyways...

ALLEN: Really, though, how could he be doing wrong? 