>>6484159
>Steven Brandenburg, famous movie director

>>6484159
>Patrick Sonnen, rich investment banker

>>6484159
>>Write in
Any rothschild

>>6484159
>Justin Bieber
Become king of Hollywood & Entertainment

>>6484159
>Steven Brandenburg, famous movie director

>>6484159
>Steven Brandenburg, famous movie director

>>6484159
>Steven Brandenburg, famous movie director
Time to put obtuse symbolism in our movies.

>>6484159
>>Steven Brandenburg, famous movie director

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The studio of Hollywood live bore down with the sort of artificial brilliant light that would drive most people to sweat. To you though, it was comforting, like a chameleon under a heat lamp or a snake slithering under the desert sun. The audience was directed to clap as you walked into view of the cameras. You smiled and waved as you made your way to your seat. The host, John Russulston got right to business,
“Today we have the privilege of interviewing the director of the new hit movie Snakes on a Train. Everybody clap again for Steven Brandenburg.”
The paid studio audience erupted again in applause and whistles uncomfortably long until the teleprompter commanded them to stop.
“Well before we begin, we give every guest to our show a gift.”
He presented you with a box with some weight to it. As you pulled back the ribbon the walls of it fell off revealing a real live snake coiled up. The audience gasped in surprise but you smiled genuinely and picked it up, letting it climb up your arms and over your shoulders.
“We heard you were quite the snake whisperer but now we can tell.”
If only they knew. You let out a chuckle,
“Yeah John I love my snakes. That’s part of what drove me to write the script for snakes on a train. I think there’s a sort of natural primordial fear that we humans feel with snakes. I think we’ve all experienced walking through some tall grass and doing a double-take when you see a particularly snake shaped stick in the peripheral. Clearly our ancestors were afraid of them and for good reason. There’s also the mythological significance, you have the snake in the garden of Eden and plenty of examples.”
“What about the train?”
“A train is really just a big metal snake.”
You both paused for a moment before bursting out laughing.
“No- no, really a train is a representation of modern day society. It’s an uncaring metal box plunging down a fixed track at inhuman speed that you can’t get off.”
“I sort of get it, as you go through life you have to subject yourself to an emotionless system that keeps moving forward and you’re continuously accosted by unfeeling people that only see you as prey, like snakes.”

The interview went on for a while after that. You were just leaving with your pet in a carrying case as you were suddenly bumped into by someone in a rush. On the ground it looks like they dropped a letter.
“Hey you dropped something!”
They didn’t look back and turned the corner. You bent down to pick it up and read it,
“You have been cordially invited to our masquerade. No faces, no names, come alone.”
Could this be it? You could finally inducted into something meaningful, an organization for your kind. It is questionable though, could this really be for you or was it an accident? The man that bumped into you was most likely human, you got no psychic signals from him to indicate otherwise. Could a reptilian organization really employ humans and trust them with the knowledge of your kind’s existence?
>Trust the letter. Show up to the location alone and with a mask.
>Find the mysterious letter holder and interrogate him for more information.
>Search until you can find another reptilian, they might know more or can back you up at this event.

>>6484392
>Trust the letter. Show up to the location alone and with a mask.
We are a reptilian, a paranoiac fear response is for the lesser species.

Louis Norman adjusted his tinfoil hat as he sat erect in his computer chair. Across four monitors he had multiple feeds consistently updating. /pol/ and /x/ were on auto update yet most of it was noise. What he was really focusing on was current events, how the globalists were representing their actions through the media. He considered himself carefully inoculated, he was immune to all forms of propaganda and hardly believed anything he was shown. He could see through it all although that wasn’t always the case.
Louis saw the towers go down and enlisted as soon as he was old enough. He was training in Saudi Arabia when he saw one of them. He saw a white car with a dark tint and two lizards driving. At first he reasoned that he was possibly going through a heat stroke or the malarial pills they gave him were messing with his head. Yet when he told people about what he saw their reactions were telling. They called him ridiculous and crazy yet he came to find out that those were the cars that the Saudi royal family drove in. He was soon connecting the dots to the Saudi nationals that were involved in the attacks and the rest of the evidence spoke for itself. It became clear that everything must have been engineered by these lizards. Now he’s simply after revenge.
A new thread caught Louis’s eye. The subject read: Episode of Hollywood scrubbed? Below it was a webm, some Hollywood director talking about his new movie, as he went on he made a corny joke to the host and as he laughed his eyes changed. He rewinded and caught it, his goddamned reptilian eyes. The facade dropped for a moment as he was distracted. He found his name, Steven Brandenburg. Upon refreshing the page to see if there were any replies he only saw the green-haired anime girl and a bold red [This thread no longer exists]
“So the jannies are in on it as well,” he said aloud.
“No matter. I work for free too. I’ll see you soon, Brandenburg…”

You elected for a Cothurnus mask, a large white frowning visage. You arrived at the address which was a mansion in the hills. A valet accosted you and you allowed him to take your car. As you walked in the atmosphere was like a normal social event. Soft music from a live band was playing and you were given a glass of champagne. The attendees were mostly human although you could detect many of your kind. Some even seemed to be among the staff which gave you a strange feeling. What were they doing?
As the gala went on the lights suddenly dimmed except for one that lit up the central fountain. Everyone went silent as a metal trough was carried in by two masked attendants. An authoritative one with a mask that looked like a devil with horns stepped in the light.
“Good evening illuminated ones. Everyone should know who our special guest is tonight. Allow me to introduce you to the up and coming actress Alicia Sweet.”
The terrified young woman dragged kicking and screaming towards the trough completely naked. Her skin was bruised and cut in places, like she was tortured. An attendant with a skull mask forced her to her knees and held her by her hair over the trough.
“I believe a lottery was held earlier, let the winner come forward and unmask.”
One of the reptilian staff members stepped forward and removed her mask, revealing her true face to everyone.
“Go ahead, she’s all yours.”
As the actress cried the reptile touched her body, instantly stealing the likeness of Alicia Sweet. She produced a knife from her uniform and dragged it across her neck, letting the blood spill into the trough. She continued slashing until her victim went limp. The attendant that held her head now let it drop and pushed her torso downward into the trough to let the blood flow.
“Let all illuminated ones step forward to be recognized.”
You supposed that meant you. You stepped forward and unmasked following the example from the others.
“Let all perfects bow and recite their vows to the illuminate.”
All the humans bowed down in unison.
“We the perfects are aware of our role in the world. We swear to uphold the secrets of the illuminate. While we reap the benefits of alliance with the illuminates, we acknowledge that we forgo the right to a natural death. For money and fame we will be perfect slaves to our masters. So we will be named, the perfect ones.”

As soon as the macabre ceremony ended the lights turned back on and everything seemingly went back to the way it was; only with a naked corpse on the floor. You were handed a cup filled with blood from the trough like a sanguine punch-bowl. As you sipped on the sweet blood you thought that now would be the best time to ask questions, or to network.
>Talk with the one who seemed to be running the show
>Talk with Alicia Sweet, she could make a great ally or even act in your next film
>Write in

>>6484488
>Talk with Alicia Sweet, she could make a great ally or even act in your next film
We're new to all of this. Why not make friends with someone in the same boat? Also, it seems we reptilians are evil incarnate. We'll need to keep our third eye opened for any humans still capable of righteous violence.

>>6484488
>Talk with Alicia Sweet, she could make a great ally or even act in your next film

You gazed at the new and improved Alicia Sweet from across the room. You had to admit, she was quite beautiful. The blood of her host stuck to her pouty lips like red lipstick and her deep blue eyes stood out from behind her mask. Although, what reptilians find attractive in a mate has to be more than surface level since we can take any form. What also drew you to her was that display, how cold-blooded and powerful it was. Her eye suddenly turned into that of a reptile as she winked at you. You took that as an invitation and walked over to her.
“I have to admit, that was a pretty amazing display.”
She sipped at her drink,
“Glad you thought so. I waited so long for this. The bitch had it coming, she absolutely refused to join us and become a perfect. We gave her enough chances so I had the pleasure of kidnapping her.”
“Well, I’ll cut to the chase and forgive me if you actually wish to engage in the mammalian courting ritual but I’d like to have you as my mate. I’m actually a movie director and I can give you a lead role in my next film Snakes on a Train 2.”
She laughed,
“Oh my, breaking news a dirty old man pressures young actress into sex with a quid pro quo proposal. What are you the next Weinstein?”
“Ah, I apologize I don’t interact with my kind very much.”
“I’m only joking, of course I would take that deal. As long as it’s purely transactional and has no emotions involved.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Great, we can even announce publicly that we’re dating to draw attention to us and then once that dies down we’ll quickly marry and divorce to cause even more dramatics.”
“Sounds like a plan. When are we doing this?”
“I would mate with you tonight but I have work to do and later I plan on eating the rest of Sweet’s body. I imagine I’ll be quite full and not able to procreate for a few days. How does next Saturday sound?”
“That’s fine. I’ll have time then to write your character into the screenplay.”

Louis cocked his shotgun before sucking down the last of his cigarette. He was armed to fight a goddamned war. He had been preparing for years to get ruby ridge’d but it was time to bring the fight to them. Taking account of his arsenal he had he had a modified AR-15 kitted out with an acog and a suppressor, an old reliable AK-47 with a bayonet, a mossberg 500 pump shotgun, 600 rounds of 5.56 spread across twenty magazines, 450 rounds of 7.62 in fifteen magazines, and 100 rounds of buckshot, not to mention the nine home-made pipe bombs.
As he finished packing it all in his truck he realized he might be too hasty. What is he going to do just drive into LA and find him?
>Louis is going to take find John Russelston the host of Hollywood Live and make him give up the location of Brandenburg
>Louis will raid the corporate headquarters of the production company who made snakes on a train
>Write in

>>6484553
>>Louis will raid the corporate headquarters of the production company who made snakes on a train

John Russelston sat in his trailer getting ready to put on his talk show. He dumped out a baggy of coke onto his glass table before shaping it into a neat little line with his American Express credit card. He put the freshly rolled hundred dollar bill to his nose and sucked it all in with a well practiced motion. He exhaled in ecstasy and leaned back. This is what he needed just to get by. What soulless puppet would this soulless puppet interview today? He laughed out loud, not at the ridiculous state of his life but as practice. He sighed and took on a blank expression, the drugs weren’t enough anymore sometimes he wished someone would come put him out of his misery. God knows he didn’t have the courage to do it himself. Three knocks rattled the door to his trailer,
“What the fuck is it? I’m busy.”
The door busted inwards and an armed, bearded man with a crazed look in his eye stormed in and pointed a rifle at his chest.
“Where the fuck is Steven Brandenburg?”

The script for the next movie was coming along nicely. You could see it now, all the characters gradually dying off until Sweet finally stops the train and saves the day after curing herself with the last vial of anti venom. This one was sure to be a success, especially with your connections through the illuminates. Maybe even then you could reach a high enough standing in the cult to get a part of the bigger picture or whatever grand plan the illuminate had in mind. Your phone buzzed and you were delighted to see it was Alicia. It was only an address, you loved it, straight to the point. You typed back,
“On my way.”

You arrived to the location and you had to double check to make sure it was correct. It was a live venue for concerts, not a hotel or house like you thought. You could detect a slight psychic resonance inside so you knew someone was there. She must have a surprise waiting for you. Inside it was completely dark and quiet. You called out,
“Alicia?”
Her reply echoed from a distance,
“Come here Steven.”
You started towards her direction but still couldn’t see.
“Where are you? Why is it so dark?”
There was no reply, so you continued stumbling through the dark. You found the wall and followed it. As you felt along the wall you found something resembling a metal box. You reasoned it must be the breaker so you fiddled with it until a buzz sounded followed by a blinding light. You held your arm up to shield your eyes and as you got your sight back you realized you weren’t alone. Several perfects surrounded you, with Alicia behind them. She coldly commanded them,
“Seize him.”
You were suddenly hit with a jolt of electricity from a taser. As you doubled over in pain you were helpless as your hands and feet were bound and a bag was placed over your head. As you reeled from the betrayal a blunt object struck, knocking you out clean.

When you came to you found yourself on your knees on a hard surface. Through the bag on your head you could see the perfects bowing and a presence held you from behind. The high illuminate addressed the crowd,
“We gather here today for the execution of one of our own. It is a grave thing but utterly necessary if we are to remain in our high standing. Steven Brandenburg had his whole career ahead of him, yet it is clear he is unable to uphold the veil of secrecy. In his live interview on public television, he let slip, for only a moment his disguise. A moment is all it takes. While we were able to completely erase everything and remove it from the public consciousness, the resources we expended to do so was extensive. So we the illuminate have decided to kill one of our own to protect the veil. Let this be a warning to any perfect. No one, not even an illuminate, is safe.”
You saw the glint of a sharp knife in your periphery as a hand took it. You knew who it was from the psychic resonance, Alicia Sweet. You closed your eyes, you didn’t want to see it coming. You waited for it, was it taking a long time or does time slow down in the moments before death?

Louis Norman kicked in the door to the mansion, whatever satanic ritual they were doing would have to be stopped. He aimed at the one at the alter holding the sacrificial knife and hit it center mass. Its skin turned scaled and green as it went down. He chucked a pipe bomb into the crowd and it exploded blowing blood and body parts everywhere. He dumped bullets on everything else as they scattered. He stepped over the bodies as he made his way over to the bound human sacrifice that was to be. He lifted them up by the crook of their arm with his non-firing hand,
“It’s your lucky day stranger. Come on.”
With their bound hands they tried to pull at the sack on their head which was tightly zip-tied around the neck.
“No time, I’ll guide you don’t worry.”
Louis maneuvered through the mansion with the victim in tow, blasting away any stragglers on the way. He helped the stranger into his truck before sliding across the hood and jumping in himself. He found his knife and slid it under the zip-tie,
“Hold still now.”
He released the man’s head from the sack, and when he looked at the face of the man he just saved Louis couldn’t believe his eyes.

You had just been rescued from certain death and could finally see your hero and he just stared at you. You’ve never seen this human in your life. Maybe he’s a fan of your movies and just starstruck?
“Ah, thank you for saving me. I’m Steven, Steven-“
“Brandenburg. I know what the fuck you are.”
“W-what are you talking about? We have to get out of here!”
He raised up the knife he just used to cut you free and was about to bring it down when the glass shattered from behind. Bullets whizzed through the back of the truck and slammed through the wind-shield.

“Fuck!”
Louis slammed the truck into gear and put the petal to the floor to peel out as the police continued to pelt the truck with bullets. He drifted onto a main road and swerved between slower cars as red and blue lights flashed behind you.
“Don’t get any ideas you reptilian lizard fuck. Tell me why they were about to kill you.”
You hesitated,
“I- I broke the veil of secrecy on accident. That must be how you knew what I am.”
“I had a hunch. What else do you know?”
“That cult you just shot up was the cabal that controls the entertainment industry.”
“Okay. What else?”
“That’s it.”
“What the fuck do you mean that’s it. What planet do you come from and why do you secretly control the human race?”
“I don’t know.”
He grabbed at the knife and put it to your throat,
“I don’t know! I’m trying to figure this out myself.”
He focused on the road once again,
“I’ll take your word for it. If that’s all you know then once I lose the cops. I’ll expose the truth of the reptilians to the world and then make my last stand.”
“That’s foolish. You’ll die for nothing. They’ll just wipe all evidence and kill you.”
“You got a better idea, reptile?”
“I think our interests are aligned. I think with your guns and my shapeshifting abilities, we could find out the truth of the world.”
The red and blue lights were rapidly closing in for a PIT maneuver. Louis let go of the steering wheel and reached for the rifle,
“Drive!”
You lunged for the wheel and caught it before the truck ran off the road. Louis shouldered the rifle and shot out the wheels of the pursuing cop car and you watched through the cracked mirror as it violently flipped and collided with the other patrol cars in a fiery explosion. He turned back around and took back control of the wheel. He tossed you the knife to free your hands from their restraints.
“I’ll believe you, for now.”
As the truck left the city going a hundred miles an hour there seemed to be no more cops following you.
“We lost them, for now. So tell me. Where do we go from here?”
>We should hide somewhere to let the heat die down, like in a national park or something.
>We should cross the border into Mexico and figure out where to go next.
>We should raid Area 51, there has to be something there.
I’m really sorry I didn’t take see your vote before I started writing. I promise I’ll be more patient in the future

>>6484750
>>We should raid Area 51, there has to be something there.
Find us a flying saucer or interplanetary teleporter

>>6484750
>We should cross the border into Mexico and figure out where to go next.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>6485060
>>6484990

Alicia arose from playing dead in great pain. She rubbed a claw over the her scaley skin to feel at the entry-wound which was already visibly healing. It missed her heart, anything less than that she could easily heal with time. Even so the healing process left her unable to shape shift, without human skin she felt almost naked. She looked around at the carnage that was left. Bodies of humans and lizards alike were scattered around in a pool of blood and gore. Among them she saw him, the high illuminate, with his body nearly torn in half. Lifting up his head she found his eyes lifeless. She lamented she spent all of her life as an assassin and kidnapper for the Illuminati for it all to be taken away at once. Then she noticed it, the sacrificial dagger. She knew it was a sign. She took it and turned to the corpse,
“I swear to you that I will make the ones who did this pay.”


“We could go to Area 51, but I should know more than anyone that if the information is public it just means we allowed it to be. It could be a trap and the real secret compound is somewhere we don’t know.”
Louis considered it for a moment,
“Nah that’s just what they want us to think. Bob Lazar laid it all out. What they do is keep the aliens separated from their spaceships so if they escaped they had a chance to catch them before they made it back to their ships.”
“How do you know this?”
“I saw it all as I was remote viewing in an astral projection.”
You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This human is one of the crazy ones. The ones that are usually sedated with all kinds of drugs to keep them docile. Perhaps it would have been best if you were killed back then and you could have avoided the more painful death that awaits you for opposing your own kind. As the miles passed the silence bothered even you.
“Hey Louis, you haven’t happened to watch that one new movie that just came out have you? It’s called snakes on a train.”
“No, shut up for a second. Have you been paying attention to the other cars on the road?”
“What about them?”
“Look at their drivers and tell me what you notice.”
As the truck rolled down the two lane highway you saw a car pass coming from the opposite direction. Nothing was even notable, it was a normal car.
“It’s a normal car Louis.”
“No it’s fucking not. You see their faces? They’re glowing. It’s the CIA stalking us and covertly tracking our location.”
“Are you sure? I agree we could be getting followed but these are just normal people. On top of that most cars have screens in them, that could be why they’re glowing.”
“Trust me. They’ve been stalking me for a long time and using psychic attacks to wear me down. I know exactly what I’m going to do. Buckle your seatbelt I’m going to crash my truck directly into the next one I see.”

>This is insane! Try taking a different road to see if they follow us first!
>Hold on a second. Try to run them off the road instead. Even if they’re not the CIA we can take their car
>Listen to me. That’s exactly what they want you to do. They want you to crash so we lose all our momentum. Keep going full speed for New Mexico.
>No use in trying to stop him. Brace for impact
>Write in
For whatever option you pick roll a 1d4. If it lands on 1 he doesn’t heed your advice and purposely wrecks the truck anyway.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>6485162
>Listen to me. That’s exactly what they want you to do. They want you to crash so we lose all our momentum. Keep going full speed for New Mexico.

>>6485176
rip

>>6485162
>Write in
"Louis petal to the medal"