Apocalypse Cow: A Jungle Fable
0Apocalypse Now meets Aesop's Fable. This script is based on a Marc Andreessen post on X, which in turn was based on an X post from "Earth Is A Sales Funnel For SATAN" @GENIC0N
Script that pmarca posted on X:
Once upon a time, deep in the hot, green jungle, there was a clever little fox named Willard. Willard lived in a big forest city full of busy animals. He wore shiny boots and worked for the Owl King, who ruled from a tall tree full of maps.
One morning, the Owl King called Willard in.
“Fox,” hooted the Owl, “there is trouble in the jungle. A tiger named Kurtz has gone wild. He used to be one of us. Now he makes his own rules. The other animals are afraid. I need you to find him.”
Willard nodded. He didn’t like jungles. They were sticky and loud. But he liked having a mission.
“And when you find him,” the Owl said, “end it.”
Willard didn’t ask what that meant. He already knew.
Willard got into a little river boat. A donkey rowed the boat. There was also a chatty goat, a sleepy sloth, a squirrel with snacks, and a frog with a loud radio. They floated down the river into the heart of the jungle.
Each stop along the way got stranger.
First, they came to a beach where flamingos danced all day. They wore helmets and built sand castles, but none of them knew why.
“We’re guarding the shore!” squawked a flamingo.
“From what?” asked Willard.
“We forgot!” the flamingo laughed.
Next, they reached a big rock painted like a zebra. Loud parrots flew in circles yelling, “This is art! This is war!” They dropped bananas that exploded.
A baboon wearing sunglasses shouted from a tree branch:
“Don’t think! Just feel! That’s how you win!”
Willard did not feel like a winner.
Farther down, the jungle got darker. The trees grew thick. The air was heavy.
One night, the squirrel whispered, “Fox, are we sure we want to meet this tiger?”
But Willard said nothing. He just looked ahead.
Finally, they reached Kurtz’s kingdom.
The tiger lived in an old stone temple covered in vines. Other animals sat quietly around him. A snake played a drum. A monkey read poems aloud. A deer with painted eyes brought fruit on a plate made of bones.
Kurtz lay in the shadows.
“So,” said the tiger, “you’ve come to see what the jungle really is.”
Willard stepped closer. “I came to bring you back.”
Kurtz growled softly. “Back to what? To cages and orders? Here, I am free. I am not a soldier. I am the jungle.”
Willard didn’t answer. He watched the animals around him. They all looked calm. Too calm.
That night, the frog with the radio disappeared. The drumbeat got louder. The deer kept singing. The goat wouldn’t talk. The monkey smiled too wide.
Willard started to dream of vines growing in his ears, of sun melting into blood, of teeth made of gold.
In the morning, he walked into the temple. Kurtz was waiting.
“Fox,” said the tiger, “do you understand now?”
Willard nodded. “Yes.”
Then, he did what he came to do.
And the jungle got quiet.
Willard floated back alone.
The jungle behind him hummed like a deep old song.
When he reached the city, the Owl King asked, “Did you complete your mission?”
Willard looked at his paws.
“Yes,” he said.
The Owl nodded. “Good. You did the right thing.”
But Willard didn’t feel right.
He walked into the forest and never returned.
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