Post by cureforthesickness on Aug 11, 2006 20:17:10 GMT -5
Autopsy. Yeah, you’re gonna need one after I kill you..
The scene fades into an office. In the center of the room sits a large metallic table. The floor is a multicolored tile floor and it’s stained with deep blood stains. The room is a coroner office. We search around the office pretty quickly, seeing various instruments that are used to work on the dead before we see “The King of Gore” Obo in the far background, sitting against a wall.
Obo: Autopsy. You like death. Your name is death. But what do you know about death? What do you know about mortality and what do you know about destruction. You’re a nothing. You talk a big game, claiming to be so destructive that death comes, but deep down inside, you worship me, because I do things you could only imagine in your wildest dreams. These wild dreams may not be so far fetched though, because you are stepping into the ring with one of the sickest sons of a bitches in the world. Death may be your specialty, and this is a good thing, because it’s your future.
The scene fades out as Obo lets out a demonic laugh.
OOC: 200 word limit and it comes to exactly that
The scene fades into an office. In the center of the room sits a large metallic table. The floor is a multicolored tile floor and it’s stained with deep blood stains. The room is a coroner office. We search around the office pretty quickly, seeing various instruments that are used to work on the dead before we see “The King of Gore” Obo in the far background, sitting against a wall.
Obo: Autopsy. You like death. Your name is death. But what do you know about death? What do you know about mortality and what do you know about destruction. You’re a nothing. You talk a big game, claiming to be so destructive that death comes, but deep down inside, you worship me, because I do things you could only imagine in your wildest dreams. These wild dreams may not be so far fetched though, because you are stepping into the ring with one of the sickest sons of a bitches in the world. Death may be your specialty, and this is a good thing, because it’s your future.
The scene fades out as Obo lets out a demonic laugh.
OOC: 200 word limit and it comes to exactly that
