In a dark, dusty attic, someone can be heard ruffling through. There are many antique looking pieces pced throughout the room, as well as boxes of memories. Pictures, old school projects, trophies, old childhood toys and other memorabilia.

  Dr. Farrington: There it is!

  Dr. Farrington pulls out a heavy, antique chest. With a rge key hole on the front. The key hole looks quite complex, connecting what looks like multiple locks along the outside of the chest. Dr. Farrington reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rge key, with multiple rge ridges, an odd-looking key. He looks at the key. “I never opened this chest” He thought. A saddened look upon his face. He remembers his grandfather’s ugh. He was always a bright spot in his young life, full of energy and stories he was so fond of. Why had he buried his belongings away for so long, knowing they were there, and his grandfather gone, he could barely ever acknowledge its existence. He had never really grieved the loss of his grandfather, or his father even. He took a deep breath and readied himself. Inserting the key he began to turn. Loud clicking noises ring throughout the attic as he turns, and turns, a cnking sound of locks unlocking after every few turns. At st, a final cnk, the trunk top springs open a few inches. Dr. Farrington takes a deep breath, exhales, and opens the chest. Many old books line the inside of the chest, with some hand written letters and documents in about. On the top of everything y a letter addressed to Little Rich.

  Hey Rich,

  My dearest grandson. I know by the time you read this you’ll have many questions. You have always been a very sensitive boy. Kind, loving and considerate. I wonder sometimes if that will change once I am gone, and you’re left with your father. I love your father dearly, for he is my son, but he is not a good father to you. I can only hope you find your way. I have, in my own way, given you everything you need to know to succeed. The stories I’ve told you countless times… they’re not just stories Rich, they’re real. I’ve recorded them all in these books, in case you’ve forgotten by the time you open this box. I love you so much Rich, you have always been my favorite grandchild, don’t tell the others. Although, I suspect they already know. You will do great things; I know you will. Just try not to forget the real you, it can be easy to do in this cruel world.

  Lastly, don’t throw out the box of cards, I imagine by the time you open this they will be quite valuable for one. The deck constructed is one of a kind. There are cards in there that only a few copies were ever made. I have also made a guide on how to py the deck. You should learn to py again if you’ve forgotten. You never did beat me, but it’s only because I had far superior cards, but you came close. I knew then that you had potential. You never know when these cards will come in handy. Just trust me.

  With all my love

  Grandpa

  *Dr. Farrington finishes the letter, and ughs, his ughter echoing through the attic for a time. As his ugh dies down, he begins to sob. *

  Dr. Farrington: Camity cards? What the hell gramps? All that shit you told me is real? I guess you did try to tell me, but I never really believed you…

  *Dr. Farrington wipes his eyes with his sleeve and begins loading all the books into a suitcase. He puts the documents into an accordion file and pces it amongst the books. Finally, he stares at the box of cards, it is a well-built box of fine wood, handcrafted with symbols from the game carved around the box. He opens the box, inside the box are well organized cards, protected by bck colored sleeves, and a wooden deck box to match. In the top of the box, a guide book is snuggly fit into a section, with multiple others holding various dice within transparent lids, made of strong gss, or crystal. He slides one of the lids open and a heavy metal dice falls into his hand. A very unique looking dice, hand carved, gold and silver. The silver has tarnished, but the dark coloring against the shiny gold gives a very unique contrast, it would feel wrong to clean it. He pces everything back in the box and tosses it in the suit case, zipping it up. Scene fades to bck*

  * A bck SUV can be seen pulling into a rge hangar bay. They drive all the way towards the back, reaching a carrier garage with the doors already opened. Inside, 30 or more men are seen loading various boxes onto a private Boeing 747, capable of fitting over 300 passengers. The pne is massive, and luxurious. The driver, and passenger lead them out of the SUV and towards the pne. *

  Driver: Alright, now that we are safe, I will expin. You all will be leaving to Cameroon; it is the only pce that’s safe for now. We are known as Baka Guardians, the oldest known tribe in all of Cameroon, the Baka, we have trained the best of the best of them, and have remained a secret organization for millenniums. Gathering wealth, and knowledge. We seek only to protect and guide, only fighting for survival if there is no other way. We are trained in stealth, speed, and escape. It is in our blood now, the training engrained in our DNA. It is probably how you instinctively became a bush Eric, to escape the rebel camp. Yes, I know of the legend of the bush, ha-ha. We will leave here tonight. I know you have none of your things, we will accommodate you and provide you with everything you need.

  *Jack hasn’t heard a word this man has said. He has been locked up in a facility for almost a week now. His mind has wandered, and in front of him the sexiest pne he has ever seen. With the pne too high off the ground to reach, he walks towards the front wheels and begins to climb up, Jack in full desperation mode at this point, pulls his pants down and leaps off the rge wheels and hugs the front of the pne with his hands and feet grasping on as hard as he can. He begins to hump the pne vigorously. *

  Jack: Oh, you like that you, big sexy bitch. Is my cock big enough for your cock pit.

  Driver: Jack! What the fuck are you doing, quit humping the pne you fucking idiot. We’re in danger here!

  *The rge passenger who had ridden along with them grabs Jack by the shoulders and attempts to pull him down. Struggling as he pulls, Jack’s strength has risen, with the amount of chemicals flowing through his body, who knows what his true capabilities would be had his mind been clear. The driver joins in, pulling at Jack’s shoulders, Jack’s arms finally come free. He is now hanging upside down, legs straddled around the pne like he’s riding a horse, he continues his vigorous thrusts. *

  Jack: OH MY GOD!!! A new position, I’ve never tried upside down cowboy. YEEHAW!!!

  *Jack’s strength only rises as he continues his disgusting dispy of unmatched machine loving enthusiasm. The men desperately pull at Jack to no avail, he begins to climax. *

  Jack: Here it comes, you better duck!

  *Jack begins a weird growl, and loud, seductive, incomprehensible gibberish flows from his mouth as he climaxes. An unfathomable amount of semen raining down from above, the two men have no choice but to take cover. As Jack finishes, his legs loosen, falling backwards into a backflip, he nds in what looks like a super hero pose with one knee down, leaning on his fist. He stands up, full frontal, with his fists on each hip, making a triangle, on each side, with his elbows. Looking like a half-nude superman *

  Eric: For fuck’s sake Jack, put some fucking pants on.

  Jack: I love pnes, I shall call her, Big Bertha!

  *Jack with a look of extreme euphoria on his face, doesn’t seem to comprehend anything that’s going on around him anymore. He ys down on his back and closes his eyes. Taking in the ecstasy. 2 men appear with a stretcher. Pcing Jack on the stretcher, covering his bottom with his pants, and then loading him onto the pne. Jack none the wiser. *

  Driver: If that man was not so important, I would leave him lying there. What an idiot, humping the pne in front of us like that. It’s madness! it’s no wonder he was in a psych ward.

  Steve: Hey! Watch how you talk about our friend, buddy. We only came with you because we had no choice, but if you’re going to be an ass we can leave. The man can hardly control himself, give him a break. That literally sted like 2 or 3 minutes, what’s the harm? I for one think it’s hirious, watching you two try to stop him. That was gold.

  Driver. Fine! You’re right, no point in berating the man for his condition. I am sorry. Anyway, my name is Ahmadou Ngannou, I am the head of operations here in the United States. I am not just a mere driver as it may appear. The importance of this mission called for me to come myself. My passenger here is Francis Nyobe, he is my most trusted man, and strongest too. It seems Jack may be quite powerful, for Francis could handle fighting 6 capable men if needed, and he couldn’t even pull that crazed man off the pne. Feels strange to say it, but that was an incredible dispy of strength and raw power. We must hurry to Mother Agbor; she will guide us all. Eric, they will all be aware of your coming. To them you are known as King Deeriq Coumba, which basically means King Eric the one who has the strength, if transted into English of course. You may hear many of them say “The one true king” as well in French or English, rarely in some tribal nguage if you can understand it. Cameroon is a pce of many nguages you see, but they’ve all heard the prophecy and knowledge of your existence has bred somewhat of an uproar in the communities. They speak your name Eric; you are quite famous.

  Eric: Okay?

  Ahmadou: I just thought you should know so you’re not overwhelmed by the crowds you will inevitably draw. I only hope we can keep Jack of sound mind when we arrive. Maybe we will have to bargain with that man before we nd. It is a 13-hour flight and they are expecting us soon. We should get going.

  *Everyone loads up into the pne. The inside even more luxurious than the outside. A dispy of extreme wealth. The pne alone must have cost 2-300 million dolrs. With Hand carved walls of the finest woods, and metals of gold, silver and ptinum lining, white leather seats and sofas fill an entire room. An entire bar pced in the middle of another rge section, equipped with the finest liquors and wines. Large TVs mounted in another section with all the test gaming systems, and games. Another section having multiple high-end computers, manned with men working frantically. Towards the very back an entire kitchen. On one end, entire rooms for people to sleep, equipped with a shower pced between every two rooms. The men stared in disbelief. The most amazing pne they had ever seen. *

  Ahmadou: Take your seats gentlemen, and buckle in. Nothing works until the pne is cruising at high altitudes. The captain will give us the signal when we can move about freely.

  *The men all buckle in and ready for takeoff. *

  *Dr. Farrington sits next to Katrina in first css. A stiff drink in hand. The pne already cruising at altitude *

  Katrina: Dr. Farrington?

  Dr. Farrington: Please, just call me Rich for now.

  *Katrina smiles*

  Katrina: Okay, Rich.

  *She grabs at his thigh and rubs lightly. Rich, swallows hard at the sip he was just taking, and grabs her hand lightly*

  Rich: I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m sorry, I’m not in the mood to join the mile high club right now, maybe once this is all over.

  *He pces his drink down and pulls the accordion file out of his carry-on bag. *

  Rich: Would you like to read these with me? I don’t know what they all are, and I’d like to have someone else’s opinion on what they say.

  Katrina: Mile high club sounds more fun, but I’ll humor you for a bit.

  Rich: You still think this is a joke after seeing me in that state!

  Katrina: I wouldn’t say that. I’m honestly just so happy to be by your side Rich.

  *She put a little seductive whisper to his name that sent a shiver down his spine. *

  Katrina: You sure you don’t want a little release?

  *Again, she added influence to the words. The words echoing through his mind, Rich almost seems to fall under a spell of seduction*

  Rich: Stop it! How are you doing that!

  Katrina: I’m just testing your powers, Rich. I’m so enthused, the man I love so powerful, to resist me like that. It’s so maddening, yet enticing.

  *Katrina, licks her lips. *

  Rich: What are you on about?

  Katrina: Oh, I’m sure the stories your grandfather told you about will speak of my kind. Don’t look so disturbed my love, I’m captivated by you. I would never do anything to destroy what we have. I only think it’s fair, since I’ve seen you. You see me.

  *Katrina waves her hand in front of Rich in rhythmic fashion, nding her first finger in the middle of his forehead. Rich’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Visions fsh before his eyes, a baby born, surrounded by cloaked figures, soaked in blood she rises from their hands and floats above them. To a loan cloaked figure holding an old staff. The image fshes, a young cloaked child, wearing a pointy hat, crushing herbs and throwing them into a boiling cauldron. The image fshes, a teenage girl flying around on a broom. The image fshes, to houses on fire, a mob burning the houses down and shouting, loud screams of agony can be heard as the vision follows a young cloaked woman, running off. The vision ends. Rich comes to. *

  Rich: What the fuck was that, Katrina?

  Katrina: Shhhh. Take a breath.

  *She pces her hands on his chest. She always knew how to calm him. It all made more sense to him now. *

  Katrina: Do you feel any different about me? Now that you know?

  Rich: No, maybe. I mean, my heart is beating so fast. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.

  *Katrina ughs*

  Katrina: You’ve been through a lot too my love. You’ve probably just suppressed all those horrible memories. Can you even tell me what happened after your father died. That was at least 20 years ago Rich. We’ve only known each other 3 years. You’ve never mentioned anything about your past, other than your early childhood. I always thought it was strange. Nothing about school, or who you lived with after your father…

  Rich: Enough!

  *Rich, seems to become unstable in a fsh, he begins to sweat, his veins pulsating. Katrina rubs his neck and his shoulders lightly and whispers*

  Katrina: Okay, I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s okay now. Sorry for my little game, I didn’t mean to py with you like that. Let’s just read these. Maybe we’ll find something useful.

  *Rich calms once again, and they begin their search for answers. *

  * Steve’s walking through a dark cave, a woman’s voice can be heard. *

  Woman: Oh Steve! Come py with me Steve!

  *The Woman’s ugh echoes through the cave. Steve continues onward. As he reaches a dim lit room in the cave, a red-haired woman y on a circur bed in the middle of the room. “What the fuck?” Steve thought. She Beckoned for Steve to come closer. As he came near, he could make out more of the woman’s features. Green eyes, full lips, a white nightgown, almost see through, with rge breasts, and a curvy waist. Steve swallowed hard; this woman was very attractive. *

  Woman: Steve, y down. Let me get to know you.

  *Steve couldn’t resist, he id down on his back next to this woman. She straddled his chest. “That’s weird.” He thought, why would she straddle his chest like that? He could feel her skin. She was nude underneath the nightgown. Everything felt so real. Was this a dream? *

  Woman: Steve. I know about you. I’ve been watching you. You look so fun to py with.

  *As the woman finished her sentence, she let out a long-winded fart. Rattling on Steve’s chest. *

  Steve: Oh god! What have you done?

  Woman: Don’t worry Steve. I can handle you. I will tame you. Help you control this power. Seek me out, I am waiting for you here in Cameroon. The others cannot know about me. I am one of the st of my kind, there are very few of us left and we must remain in secret. You however, are the first of your kind.

  Steve: What do you mean? How do you know about me?

  Woman: We are dream-walkers Steve. We have been searching for you for a very long time. Not knowing when you would awaken. We’ve only recently sensed your power rising. Call it, a shift in the dream realm. We heard whispers of the return of the one true king, and rumors of a group of powerful men. Who were not quite aware of the powers they possess. You befriended Dea Manuum, The goddess of hands. She, took quite a liking to you it seems.

  *She leaned in towards Steve’s ear and whispered. *

  Woman: My name is Acadia

  *She clutched Steve’s face with her hands, and began kissing him. Steve felt a weird sensation through his body, as if he was being pushed out of the dream. He began to awaken. *

  Jack: Who you talking to mate? You got a huge boner!

  *Jack standing over Steve eating a rge juicy red apple, taking rge bites and just letting the juices explode everywhere. Some sprinkling on Steve. *

  Steve: Jesus Jack! What the hell are you doing in my room?

  Jack: Well, I’m not sure actually. I woke up next to a bunch of boxes and luggage stuff, near the back. I have no clue how I got on here, but this pne is fucking awesome. I drank some Vodka and ginger beer from the bar and grabbed some fruit. Couldn’t find any of you guys, so I got a little worried. You’re just the first one I found, but you were talking in your sleep when I came in. You said “Oh god! What have you done?” Then got a huge boner, so I don’t know, I didn’t want to disturb you, so I just stood here watching.

  Steve: You just watched me? you realize that’s fucking weird, don’t you?

  Jack: Yeah, but we’re both pretty weird mate! I didn’t think it would matter.

  Steve: I guess.

  Jack: Anyway, who were you talking to.

  *Steve pauses for a moment. She had said not to tell the others about her. Can he trust her? *

  Steve: No one really, just some random hot girl who farted on my chest.

  Jack: Oh hoho, nice! You like the kinky ones do ya!

  Steve: I wasn’t lucid Jack; I didn’t make her fart on me.

  Jack: Yeah, but you did get a huge boner man.

  Steve: Yeah, maybe I’m into that, I don’t really know. That was a first for me.

  Jack: I’m cool with it! I mean I’m not really one to judge mate. You can tell me anything about your sexual desires. I mean, it would only be fair right. You know all my dirty little secrets.

  Steve: I think I’m good Jack.

  Jack: Alright, your choice. Wanna py some video games and have a few drinks?

  Steve: Yeah, I think that would be great!

  *The two men headed off to the bar, and spend some time just hanging out pying some video games and ughing at everything they’ve been through so far. Not knowing what lie ahead of them in Cameroon, it was nice to unwind and not worry. If only for a little while. *