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NOT ANOTHER A GNOME MOVIE
It
was a wildly sorted affair in the village of Wickerbriar.
David the Gnome a respected doctor and community leader
was exposed as fathering an illegitimate child with the
young Lisa Curvet, a 175-year-old gnome. At one point farmer
Kurvalt, Lisa’s troll stepfather, had threatened to
eat David should he ever get near his daughter. With nothing
else to do, David fled town one summer’s January night.
Accompanied by his oldest friend, Swift, the pair set out
to seek their fortunes and find their future in the wild
world.
So
begins the many misadventures of a gnome:
Chapter
the 24th: "Escobar" and Monty.
The sun rose on Swift and David, passed out in a large meadow
of tall grasses and poppies. David could hardly remember
the past 24 months. The night that he fled Wickerbriar seemed
some long ago. Flashes of lavish parties and Guatamaliean
prisons flashed through his head every time his eyes closed.
It was too much. The visions came back. His head spun in
fire that seemed to reach out from a hell much worse then
any gnome should be made to go through.
Gasping, David passed out and continued a lifeless pose
in the field until several hours later, when Swift nudged
him awake.
Sober, David rose to his feat and looked at Swift.
"I can't use the name
"Jobriath" anymore. Call me ‘Escobar.’
I've learned the truth of this world and it is two
things: Money and power. And I, Escobar, will not
stop at anything to have both!" |
Filled with the vigor of a new resolution, Escobar gathered
all the poppies of the field into his hat and set to work.
Through his work as a medicine healer, Escobar refined the
non-narcotic seeds to a light morphine that acts as an anti-rheumatic
in gnomes, troll, humans, and mountain cats. But when dried
out and the residue is inhaled, it acts as a powerful hallucinogenic
steroid.
With Swift as a courier, David would live the next five
months in the field producing and selling his “brown
powder” to nearby villages and towns. Demand was instantly
high. What sold at 89 cents day one was valued at 8,000
dollars three weeks later.
A limo arrived to pick up Escobar the day he left the field.
Its interiors were lined in thick rows of 100-dollar bill
stacks. Suddenly with a personal fortune, Escobar purchased
a large club space in a lower Manhattan as a place to call
home.
The first friend Escobar made in NYC was Montana Max, a
young billionaire, with a villainous ability of industry.
Together the two built a pharmaceutical empire selling the
drug as a prescription medicine for arthritis: KLOVAAH!-XIN.
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