The clapping of sticks is tapping at a steady pace. Smoke envelops the screen, and it pans out to show some leaves burning on a hollowed out branch. The smoke swirls around in the calm surrounds, a dark mood lighting sets in.
??: "Fifty thousand years of tradition, honour, prestige. Fifty thousand years of culture. Fifty thousand years of Earth's first peoples."
The voice pauses, and inhales the smoke. Through the smoke, a face adorned in tribal paint emerges...
??: "Fifty thousand, a number of and such significance. The ancestors saw in the Dreaming that one day, a fierce warrior would emerge to take the world by storm and put the Dharawal nation into prominence. Not just any warrior. A man deserving of such an honour. That man, that warrior, is ME, Norman Namatjira"
Norman stands up, showing off his immense size
Norman: "Battered limbs, broken bones, buckets of blood, clouds of dust. The spirits tremble in my presence, and tonight, here in the AMA, I make my debut. For months I have sat back, consulting the ancestral lineage as to my next move. I conquer any battlefield that I enter. I take no prisoner. I have no empathy. My sole purpose is to dominate and destroy any and all who stand before me."
Norman turns again, lowering the smoked branch next to a carved wooden magpie.
Norman: "The magpie. My totem animal. My guide. A graceful, majestic creature, but when provoked, is capable of gauging out eyes and wreaking havoc. Tonight, that fate falls to the three unfortunate souls who dare tred upon my sacred ground. Belly Boy, Steph Langdon and some redneck. The AMA will bear witness to a path of destruction that will have no saviour!"
Norman blows out the smoke, and closes his eyes.
