INT. THE REMOTE ISLAND LAIR ALL THE BIG-NAME FIRST-WAVE INDIE DEVS RETIRED TO, DAY
A SIKORSKY SKY CRANE crests over the edge of the horizon, sunlight glinting on its blades. It carries a CRATE seen only in silhouette.
JON BLOW
They're here!
NOTCH
The RealDolls! They are finally here!
The REALDOLL CRATE sways in the tropical breeze and crashes on a tall palm tree standing askew on the shore. PLASTIC LIMBS come flying out in all directions.
EDMUND MCMILLAN
(distraught)
No!
NOTCH
(shocked)
We flew too close to the sun. We Went Our Own Way, and it failed.
JON BLOW collapses on the sand.