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This thread is too good to die.
So I'll do a second go around:
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POV: Outside Redravin's - camera pans to catch the car coming up the street, then faces Redravins house.
Scene: Redravin's house. Concealed by trees and overgrown shrubs, the shades are drawn and the door has several deadbolts.

POV: Outside the jeep. Redravin, Z, and Hal exit.

Hal: How was I asleep for the last four years?
Z: Your political enemies realized you had gained much grassroots support for your bid for the Presidency.
Redravin: They never saw TFP coming. It slipped right under their noses. As the community grew, so did your support. Your enemies were unsure how to deal with you.
Z: One nite in chat, you mentioned that you what you called "the answer." You wouldn't reveal to anybody what the answer was, but meerly suggested that you had in your hands a message so powerful that it would win you the next presidential election.
Redravin: The next day, you never showed in chat. After a few days, we started to get worried.
Z: Near as we can tell, your political enemies must have had a spy in chat. And it had to have been a trusted TFPer. Somehow, you were placed in a deep coma.
Hal: (pauses) I.... remember. Why did my mom not tell me about this when I woke up this morning?
Z: She must feel she is protecting you by letting you forget. Perhaps she feels that she is responsible for keeping you out of harm's way, and the best way to do it is to let you forget.
Hal: (pauses again) But... I can't forget. I have the ability to make a difference in this world.
Redravin: We all know it, Hal. That's why Z and the rest of us have been living on the fringe, ready to help you lead.

POV: Redravin's living room.
Scene: A huge, outdated, server sits in one corner, surrounded by several computer monitors. Spectre and Sixate are at a card table, playing poker. Sixate is smoking a joint. On the floor beside the table are several shotguns.

As Hal enters, Spectre and Sixate rise to greet him.

Hal: Hello gentlemen.
Sixate: It's about fucking time.
Z: We had some explaining to do.
Hal: Everything is starting to come back now.
Spectre: Jadz and Rogue are out scouting our enemies. They'll be happy to see you.
Hal: I'll be happy to see them.
Sixate: We need to get you back on TFP, to show the people that you have arrived.
Hal: All in good time, my friend. I've had a hard day. I'm trying to place this key I found, can any of you help?

Hal hands the key and the manual over to Spectre and Sixate.

Spectre: You pm'd me the night you disappeared. You said you had "the key" to how you can become President. "The key to the hearts and minds of the people."
Hal: Well, what I seem to have is an actual key. I can't remember what it is suppossed to unlock, but I'm sure its the missing piece of the puzzle.
Redravin: If we can just find where this key fits, I'm sure we will begin to solve the mystery. The hearts and minds of the people.
Hal: But for now, bedtime. I've had a big day.
Sixate: Are you sure you don't want to watch the Brooklyn game?
Hal: The Brooklyn game?
Sixate: Yeah, they fucking moved the LA Dodgers back to Brooklyn.
Hal: Jeeze. I'll pass. Least we still have the Lakers.
Sixate: Kobe gets out in just two more years.
Hal: Ouch.
Redravin: I'll show you upstairs. Tommorrow we'll work on the problem of the key.
Spectre: I'll log onto TFP and see if we can solve the problem of the manual. Someone will be able to break the code.
Z: Do it carefully, the traitor still exists in our ranks.
Spectre: You got it. Nite, Hal. I... love you.
Hal: What's all this love about?
Z: You promised to pick one TFPer for your running mate. So everyone is buttering up a bit to you.
Redravin: I'd make a great running mate.
Sixate: I can fucking communicate with the people.
Hal: I forgot about a running mate. I thought maybe... well we'll see. But someone from TFp gets a shot at the vice presidency.
Hal: (pauses) We have work to do people. We need to find where the key fits, so we can get to the key to the people. We need to find the TFP traitor. And I need a running mate. See you tommorrow.