. . . Darst is burning. He looks amazing. He’s titanic as he strides towards us fresh from battle. The low angle helps with this. He’s this helmeted, masked, unreadable man cloaked in fire striding right into camera, gonna trample us!
And now there’s the crew in respirators, bringing a fire extinguisher and fire blanket to bear upon the suddenly human scaled figure of Darst.
Close-up of Darst’s unreadable, precision cut sight orbs curvily reflecting a scene of mass destruction. We draw closer to a mirror image of a bat-like face, eyes bulging out of its sockets like they’ve been choked loose.
We swing our camera mind around to survey the destroyed city. We see a bat-winged monster man lying with his head twisted completely backwards upon a city-scale bed of rubble, eyes bulging out of its sockets like they’ve been choked loose.
We cut to Darst’s back as he strides away from us, towards some glittering future city that stretches out to the vanishing point.
Darst, when the fire’s out, lumbering through the set, battery low, his personal mobile maintenance crew slightly struggling to attach a giant nutrient solution bag to a long and thick tube. Crew people standing all about at loose ends-
Jump cut to Darst embedded within an elaborate command chair, enclosed head tilted back, lens orbs scanning the sky, or one assumes.
Jump cut to five people swarming Darst, still embedded within his ultratech throne, each one working on some section of his costume.
Burning Darst superimposes itself upon the image of Darst within his ultratech throne in the form of a throwback optical. We’re looking at the two things at once. Burning Darst points his occulted face towards the sky . . .
