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LEA (VOICEOVER): Dear diary, the war, when

it came, lasted just a day.

That's all it took.

No one even knows who started it or what it was all about.

But it was the aftermath that took

its final toll on civilization.

What was left of humanity began to wipe itself out, finally,

rebelling against the conspiracy of the capitalist elite

and the military establishment that had resulted

in cataclysmic annihilation.

I was too little to remember what

it was like before the war.

Mommy told me of great, shining cities on a hill,

and a thousand points of light, and of a little house

they owned in a town called Tromaville.

But that was in the past.

My childhood was a brief, catatonic pause.

Then, one day, I woke up a woman.

I'm the daughter of a new age.

The radiation that finished off humanity

has created ghastly mutations.

It's turned our pets and livestock

into gargantuan, horrifying creatures.

Now Tromaville has become a dinosaur hell.

And to survive, I've become a barbarian, but not

just any kind of barbarian.

Because sometimes my juices start to flow

and I feel like a nymphoid.

And it's become harder and harder and harder

than ever to find a decent boyfriend.

So I guess you could say I've become a nymphoid barbarian

in dinosaur hell!

[whimpering]

[thunk]

Bitch.

[screaming]

We have to go.

Where?

Three times we've been attacked.

Come on.

Wait.

Come on.

No.

Come on.

You go. No.

- Oh, come on. - No.

No.

[grunting]

Beware the Jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite,

the claws that catch.

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch.

He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxome foe

he sought... so rested he by the Tumtum the tree

and stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought, he stood,

the Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,

came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

and burbled as it came.

One, two, one, two, and through and through,

the vorpal blade went snicker-snack.

He left it dead, and with its head, he went galumphing back.

He heareth not.

He stirreth not.

He moveth not.

The ape is dead.

Or mayhap not.

So you live after all, eh?

Ah well.

Come to my arms, my beamish boy.

A frabjous day!

Callooh!

Callay!

He chortled in his joy.

Ah, so there is life in you yet.

Who are you?

By what name are you called?

Who are you?

An old man, a digger of things that were.

Who's Lea?

You mutter in your sleep.

A woman.

They took her.

I've got to get her back.

You're not rescuing anybody just yet, old friend.

You just narrowly escaped the gaping maw of death yourself.

Get some sleep.

Come the morrow, you can regale me with your tale of woe,

you little chatterbox.

Just get some sleep.

Good lord, you look fit for a man

who was half-dead last night.

You must have the most incredible recuperative power.

Off on a quest, eh?

Still determined to rescue your lady love?

What was she like then?

Like?

What was she like?

Dark or fair?

Tall or short?

Lean or stout?

She was beautiful.

Yes, I'm sure she was.

Look, far be it from me to dissuade you

from this noble cause, but what I mean to say is, by the time

you catch them, if you catch them, what's the point, really?

I mean, all you can really hope for is revenge.

And what's the point in that, after all?

I'm going.

Thanks.

I certainly admire your pigheadedness.

Come here.

I have been places and seen things your young eyes

wouldn't believe.

I'll tell you, this world has known wonders

far beyond your imagining.

Like this.

Do you know what this is?

This is a weapon, a powerful weapon.

Watch me carefully.

Hold it like this.

This thing here's the trigger.

You aim, Like a crossbow.

You squeeze the trigger.

Beats your swords and axes, eh?

Here.

You'll need this if you're to have any chance

of rescuing the lady fair.

But be careful.

I don't know how many shots it has left.

Don't waste them.

Do you understand me?

Thank you.

Bye.

Good luck.

Just as well.

I was tired of his constant chatter.

[roaring]

[screaming]

[inaudible].

And then two more came out of nowhere.

Four of them attacked us.

A tall man with scars and... And three things with skin

like lizards.

So they killed your friend.

He's not dead, but I can't find my way back.

Can you help me?

Did you make that?

No, I found it.

Where?

I'll show you after we... after we eat.

[clang]

Apple.

Round.

Food.

You wanna see?

Look.

No.

Take a good look.

[shouting]

I have to go.

I have to find Marn.

Marn.

You belong to him.

We'll find him.

[growling]

She's mine.

Take her.

What are you waiting for?

All right.

We'll do it here then.

[screaming]

Is there a girl?

Which way?

Which way did they take her?

Marn?

You came.

Finally, before I kill you.

The hell with you.

You're lizard meat.

Do what you want with her.