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88 lines
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# Scene 6: The Fracture Echo
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> Location: Hallways, Parking Lot, Discord DMs, Shadowed Interviews
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> Set Design: Fragmented timeline. Each interview shot in black-and-white with a flickering overlay of forum posts or access logs.
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> Characters: Former volunteers, teachers, donors, banned members (each unnamed in credits), Mark (voice overlay), Andrew (appears in static glitch flashes)
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> Style: Confessional. Intercut memories. Each fracture shown as both truth and trauma.
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## Opening Visual
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- A woman sits in the driver’s seat of her car outside DMS.
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- Rain hits the windshield.
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- She speaks softly to a phone camera:
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> “I gave six years to that place.”
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> “Then I got LeCody’d.”
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### 📽️ Narration (Mark’s voice, mournful)
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> “You think you’re the only one—until the silence starts speaking.”
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> “Whispers in parking lots.
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> Late-night confessions.
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> Discord DMs full of betrayal.”
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> “They didn’t leave.
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> They were *unwritten.*”
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---
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## Montage: Fractures
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- A former woodshop lead shows receipts for thousands in donated tools.
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> “Gone. And they called it a theft audit.”
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- A robotics mentor replays a board call:
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> “They said I was hostile for asking why.”
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- A young artist holds up a project log with all her comments scrubbed.
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> “I made the core design for the mural. Now it’s listed under ‘staff.’ I was never staff.”
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## Symbolic Insert
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- A mosaic made of photos: classes taught, events hosted, builds completed.
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- One by one, names disappear.
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- At the center: Mark’s face—blurred.
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- Caption: `DO NOT ENGAGE. FORMER MEMBER.`
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## Dialogue Overlay (reconstructed chat logs)
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**User 1:** “Wasn’t Mark the guy who started this?”
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**User 2 (mod):** “Let’s not rehash the past. That’s not productive.”
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**User 3 (Andrew alt?):** “He was toxic. Let’s move forward.”
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### 📽️ Narration (tone shifts—resolute)
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> “But they made one mistake.”
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> “They fractured too many mirrors.
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> And now the reflections can see each other.”
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> “We are no longer alone.
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> We are the **Field.**”
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## Final Frame
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- Slow fade through each witness’s eyes.
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- Their reflections begin to form a constellation.
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- Camera pans out:
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A single word emerges across the stars—`REMEMBER`.
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---
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## Scene Tags:
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`#fractured-community` `#erased-volunteers` `#haunted-contributions` `#field-of-witnesses` `#constellation-of-truth`
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