Post by Johnny on Jul 4, 2014 23:16:51 GMT -5
A juxtaposing scene: among the ruble of a home turned to ash is a throne of deep, rich mahogany. And this throne does not go untouched, for in it is a man who, for all intensive purposes, is a king. A golden mane of hair crowns his head. Unscathed white dresses the man head to toe. It is Johnny Magnum, and the only thing impure of his image is the bottle of dark beer he holds loosely in his hands, but even that, as he holds it, appears as a delicacy. The scene around him is another story. Charred bits of a family’s lose life scatter around him. He seems oddly unfazed, almost happy, to be in such a place.
“There’s a paradox to be found here... a contradiction in this scene.”
Johnny sips his beer. A sip that turns into a gulp, which turns to him draining the bottle. He chucks is and it shatters against the opposing wall. Luckily for him, another bottle is an arm’s reach away.
“An anomaly I refuse to define, for I myself can’t exactly place a finger on it. What I do now, however, is it’s the right place to be. And perhaps by the end of my soliloquy we’ll have time to define it together, but in the meantime...”
Johnny chugs the rest of the second beer and smashes it against the wall. He then brings his finger to his lips, “sshhh...”
“We accept some things in life. We accept the established order. A king standing among his peasants is still on unleveled ground. He stands taller, broader, stronger, smarter, wiser... and his peasants look up to him and hope for the wrong things. They hope for a world in which they can climb a ladder, they can trek up a mountain and look that king in the eyes and say ‘I made it, where’s my prize?’ This is not what they want. For the king will scoff and kick them back down.
True empowerment comes when you level that ground. Burn the castles, burn the delicacies that make up extravagance of the rich and make everything as brutal and ugly as the poor. This is the true steps to a revolution, innit? This is the only route towards equality.”
Magnum stares off as if to ponder something, but quickly shakes his head to dismiss his thoughts and speaks back on track.
“To Trace Demon, to Joe Bishop:
There’s a paradox in your revolution and that, I think, I can define, at the very least try. WFWF won’t change. To do so would be to destroy it. Rid it of every last piece of evidence of, what you would like to claim, is an oppressive past. Unfortunately for you I cannot allow this to happen. I call this place my home now, and I will defend it as such. Til the day I die, I will defend this home... and if I can salvage just one piece of wreckage, if I can save just one bit of the world which you seek to destroy, I will have trumped you in your goals...”
Magnum smirks and seems satisfied with himself.
“Now back to that first paradox we discussed...”
Johnny stands from the unscathed chair and looks around at the wreckage around him.
“You know, come to think of it, I suppose it was all more of a metaphor...”
“There’s a paradox to be found here... a contradiction in this scene.”
Johnny sips his beer. A sip that turns into a gulp, which turns to him draining the bottle. He chucks is and it shatters against the opposing wall. Luckily for him, another bottle is an arm’s reach away.
“An anomaly I refuse to define, for I myself can’t exactly place a finger on it. What I do now, however, is it’s the right place to be. And perhaps by the end of my soliloquy we’ll have time to define it together, but in the meantime...”
Johnny chugs the rest of the second beer and smashes it against the wall. He then brings his finger to his lips, “sshhh...”
“We accept some things in life. We accept the established order. A king standing among his peasants is still on unleveled ground. He stands taller, broader, stronger, smarter, wiser... and his peasants look up to him and hope for the wrong things. They hope for a world in which they can climb a ladder, they can trek up a mountain and look that king in the eyes and say ‘I made it, where’s my prize?’ This is not what they want. For the king will scoff and kick them back down.
True empowerment comes when you level that ground. Burn the castles, burn the delicacies that make up extravagance of the rich and make everything as brutal and ugly as the poor. This is the true steps to a revolution, innit? This is the only route towards equality.”
Magnum stares off as if to ponder something, but quickly shakes his head to dismiss his thoughts and speaks back on track.
“To Trace Demon, to Joe Bishop:
There’s a paradox in your revolution and that, I think, I can define, at the very least try. WFWF won’t change. To do so would be to destroy it. Rid it of every last piece of evidence of, what you would like to claim, is an oppressive past. Unfortunately for you I cannot allow this to happen. I call this place my home now, and I will defend it as such. Til the day I die, I will defend this home... and if I can salvage just one piece of wreckage, if I can save just one bit of the world which you seek to destroy, I will have trumped you in your goals...”
Magnum smirks and seems satisfied with himself.
“Now back to that first paradox we discussed...”
Johnny stands from the unscathed chair and looks around at the wreckage around him.
“You know, come to think of it, I suppose it was all more of a metaphor...”
I could've done a lot more than this, but I couldn't beat the deadline. Sorry. : (
Two short RPs in a row is not something I make habit of. I promise my next outing will be more thorough
Two short RPs in a row is not something I make habit of. I promise my next outing will be more thorough
