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           A hero in a dark room lifts his weary head as massive doors open.  A raucous cheer from a teeming, rabid crowd fills his world like desperate thunder.  He stands, resolute.  A vast arena, a veritable cathedrala amongst a sprawling futurescape, is packed to capacity with nearly a million spectators and almost a billion watching through a dozen floating remote cameras.  A field prowled by both lethal machines and vicious men opens before him as he strides with grim purpose toward the final competition.  His fate and those of his adopted people hang in the balance. This film has not yet been made.  But should it be, SNOOG has already composed the soaring, epic soundtrack.


                                                                                                                                                                                          -  Cognitive Dawsonance

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