The red haired giants of the Si-Te-Cah had troubled the dreams
and startled the curiosity of the Paiutes tribes for long enough; soon the
fragile vision of the noble savage would be dispelled. They seemed to have appeared all at once in
the great lake of their ancestors, carried by large rafts held together by
leathery strips of Tule, a plant which they were also seen eating in great
quantity. The most trusted scouts
reported the absurd impossibility of their long limbs and bright red hair, an exotic
prize of nature sought after by the Paiute chiefs. Shamans warned of demon
plague, all were cautious of approach.
Arrows had been given flight, keeping the intruders off shore, but under
the shroud of the night it was feared the giants stalked Paitue prey. Their monstrous girth and appearance gave
rise to stories of cannibalism. They called
them flesh eaters.
The truth was the Si-Te-Cah giants were famished; driven to a
more bestial means of survival by extreme starvation; they feasted on the dead
of their own tribe, cracked open bones and suckled on the marrows of their own brethren
to etch out a few more days of survival.
Their large frames required more sustenance than their prized Tule would
provide. Their lungs sought a more
oxygen than the dust choked planes of the surrounding desert would afford. These once proud tribes of warrior kings,
descendants of ancient Babylonia, were on the brink.
The attack came swiftly, the Paiutes gathered the best
warriors, 2000 strong, and under secret sign launched a volley of fire branded
arrows at the Si-Te-Cah’s river community.
Despite being on water their makeshift huts burst into flames
immediately, the tinder of their boats kindled for hours like a funeral barge. Hundreds of giants burned, red hair aflame,
screaming as their family’s charred carcasses sunk into the murk of the lake
below. No respite was given to the
survivors that managed to swim ashore, many with arrows poking out of their
backs like bloody porcupines. Frantic warriors
with blue face paint descended on them from all directions. Some Si-Te-Cah had large spears which quickly
became barbed in the flesh of their attackers; one Paiute would impale himself
on the weapon in brutal self-sacrifice brought on by a high of peyote and
violence, the others would circle the giant with hatchets, hacking at the legs
then scalping flesh for the precious red prize secured to their skulls as they
dropped to their knees.
This hair would be used for mourning dress and trophy, trade
and commerce; proof of the Paiute conquering spirit and nobility. After purging the land of the Si-Te-Cah all that
remained was bundles of the crimson stained hair, to be passed from generation
to generation for hundreds of years, along with the lie of the red haired
cannibal monsters that faced the noble savage and lost.
I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE! Stirring under the dark earth of Camp Blackfoot in upstate NY, Cropsy sits in his crypt watching hours upon pain staking hours of wretched B-rated filth and reading tomes of unholy pulp comics, swearing revenge on all those who've wronged him. His brain melts, slowly absolving his sanity. It spills forth on the inter-webs, contaminating the digital frontier like a burrowing parasite. Fans of flicks and funnybooks that defy common sense and moral decency welcome. Bring your own beer.... and body-bags!