Bilrow Gets A Feature-Length Extension

All clever title-related puns aside, yes this is real. I anticipate failing to create a presentable story at least three times, making a coherent plot out of the Bilrow universe is a bit tough, the hardest thing is the creation of the beginning. Bilrow has always started with a bang and ended with a bigger bang, and I have decided to try basing the intro off of this concept. The "movie" itself is a prologue to the series, detailing his worlds descent into complete and utter madness, and despite all of the revisions and changes I will most likely make in the future, this concept will stay unchanged. With that in mind, here goes "take 1".

Bilrow (working title)

The control room was alight with the flicker of LCD screens and the occasional desk lamp, men and women exchanging nervous glances as pebble esque bits of rubble clinked onto the tiled flooring. An amnesiac might mistake the light rumbling for the aftershock of a high magnitude earthquake, not in the least bit suspecting a full blown conflict above street level as the culprit. Air raid sirens had been set off above ground, the sound eerily ringing throughout the room in a slightly muffled manner, red warning lights slowly twisting in circles, only contributing to the feeling of overall hopelessness. Central Control in Fullerville, Pennsylvania had been constructed as an underground bunker of sorts, not out of anticipation of this though. No, nobody could possibly anticipate this.

"Sensors are going off on the Pierce Building, possible collapse imminient." the main display rattled off in a monotone voice, blaring warning sirens going off at the very moment it completed it's sentence.

A general decked out in desert camoflouge angrily threw his beret onto the nearest computer console, slightly startling the man operating it. His statement sounding more like the angry barking of a startled bitch than that of a man.

"Barton you fuck up! The Pierce Building? What the fuck are you doing?! We need to mobilize more troops now if we have shit like this happening! What in fuck's name do you thi-"

Barton, although shooken by the shrill voice, hid it well.

"Mobilization at this point is only adding meat to the grinder, General."

The General picked up his beret as if disgusted by everything about it, and slapped it onto his shaved head. He raised his finger like one would raise a weapon and clenched his teeth.

"Barton you obviously think that being the Director of the East Division of the Controlled Response Project grants you immunity-" said the General with obvious contempt in a slow, calm manner.

"-well I got news for you soldier. We better come up with a fucknig great battle strategy, or we're all going home in body bags!"

Complete silence. The room slowly began to rumble, the churning slowly growing and growing. The staff look up at the concrete ceiling in worry, small chunks of the structure falling after being ground into a fine powder. The rumbling stops.

"Collapse of Pierce Building confirmed."

"Well that's just great Barton, I hope you're real happy with yourself now."

Barton slowly wiped off residual dust on his suit, he was aware that all attention was on him, but he was more concerned with what he was about to set forth.

"Arm the sattelite."

"What?"

"Set target designation as Fullerville, Pennsylvania........."

"Now wait a minute! Shouldn't we at least start a fucking evacuation before we nuke the whole fucking city?! Or did I miss something here?!" spat out the General.

Barton solemnly walked towards the main display, the picture depicting the sattelite arming it's missiles.

"It's useless, no-one will survive. People, I suggest you get a means of evacuation ready, in a couple of minutes this city will no longer exist."

A warning alarm rattled off, the atmosphere in the room extremely tense.

"Countdown engaged, firing missiles in 5 minutes."