Gore

Voice: High Brow Oligarchy presents Gore, a substantial, fast paced docudrama on ancient Rome that captures the violent spirit of our bloody past in rich detail. (A wise governor settles a dispute between two women.) Governor: So you both claim to be the child's mother. Very well, saw the child in half and give the head, arms and torso to one and give the hips and legs to the other. Mother: No! Please don't harm him! Let her have the child! Governor: Too late! (Soldiers push the child through a pedal driven circular saw, spraying blood and flesh on the howling mother and the astonished baby snatcher.) Voice: See the games as the Romans did. (A prisoner stands helpless in the arena before the emperor.) Emperor: Speak up or I'll feed you to the lions! Prisoner: Please, I promise I'll never worship Christ again. From now on I will only worship Zeus. Emperor: Zeus! He's Greek! You have insulted his Roman imitation Jupiter! You shall pay for your insolence! Release the lions! (The prisoner runs from the large, hungry cats but they easily overtake him and tear him to shreds as the crowd wildly cheers.) Voice: It's worth the hike in your cable bill for this kind of realism. (A soldier descends from a ladder leaning on a cross of crucifixion and is humbly greeted by a servile prisoner.) Prisoner: Thank you for not crucifying me. Soldier: Crucifixion is not the penalty for your offense. Prisoner: I know, thank you. Soldier: It's being flayed alive. Seize him! Prisoner: No! (The prisoner is apprehended and bound to a tree. He screams his head off as they strip him of his clothes and his skin, making the sound of tape being peeled from a roll until his veins and muscle tissue are exposed from head to toe.) Voice: And along with gore, Rome had sex. (Cassius lies in bed with his topless lover Persephone.) Persephone: Cassius, I need to confess something. Cassius: What's that, my love? Persephone: I'm in love with Drusus. Cassius: What? You whore! (He picks up his sword.) Persephone: (Tearfully) But you snore too loud! (He grabs her by the hair and lops off her head with a swish. Blood gushes from the wide open neck. Enter Drusus.) Cassius: Drusus! (Still holding the severed head by the hair, Cassius hides it behind his back.) Drusus: (Pointing to the headless body) Who's she? Cassius: Oh, just a friend. We had an argument. Drusus: What are you hiding? Cassius: Nothing. Drusus: Let me see! (They struggle and Drusus discovers the head.) Persephone! By the gods, you'll atone for this crime. (Exit Drusus.) Cassius: (Alone) Well, that's a relief. (He is impaled through the belly by a flying spear. Enter Drusus with a spiked metal ball on a chain.) Drusus: Did you think that was all? Cassius: (Gasping in pain) Mercy... (Swinging his weapon furiously, Drusus bashes Cassius's face to unrecognizable disfigurement, spreading drops of blood and fragments of bone through the air in slow motion.) Voice: See the true face of ancient Rome in Gore, exclusively from High Brow Oligarchy.
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