Post by cureforthesickness on Aug 1, 2006 11:52:47 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk. What the hell. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Why does he think he is at my level? Because he is one of the owner’s buddies? F~ck that. I am the King of Gore and I am the ultimate. I will kill you.
The scene is set in a foggy. Graveyard. Fog rolls out of the ground in thick layers, clouding the vision of everyone and everything around to such a degree that no one can see anything. Several tombstones sit around, undisturbed by life around them. In the furthest that can be seen beyond the fog, there is a dense forest. Hundreds of trees loom eerily. Even though the trees should be bustling with life, they have not a single leaf on them. The trees stand as an eerie reminder that this entire area is the scene of death. A single tombstone stands on the perch of a hill. The tombstone is quite elegant, showing a great deal of care and maintenance, something that all the other tombstones in the cemetery lacked. Beyond this tombstone we see Obo. He sits on an old broken down tombstone beyond the hill with the maintained one. The tombstone he sits on appears to be very old, having moss growing up it in various ways. It appears that long ago, it was the subject of vandalism. Now, it serves as a chair for the WFWF Ham Shank champion and the King of Gore. Obo begins to speak.
Obo: For once in my life, I finally feel fulfilled. I finally feel as if I am not being deprived of the common needs of a human being. I feel as if I have finally met my utopia. It feels damn good. Living in constant nirvana. My circle has found it’s missing link and now the world spins in the way it should. But for every reaction there is an equal, yet opposite reaction. For my happiness, it seems that the entire world around me is self destructing. The place I have called home for the last couple of years is now in a constant state of disarray with owners who hate everyone and everything. A group of rebels who try to destroy what is there, who cannot accept that it is what it is and that’s all that it is. These rebels are the ones who make my life complete and incomplete. This rebels are the ones who try to overturn my nirvana and leave me in a state of uncertainty. These rebels worship not me as the Anti-Christ, but someone much satanic than I. These rebels are the ones who would rather see a child starve to death than share a piece of bread from their loaf. These rebels are the ones who would rather kill a man than help him back to his feet. Wayne McGurk. You have, for whatever reason, aligned yourself with these rebels. McGurk, this may have been a mistake far worse than any other you could make. For you see Wayne, the rebels that you have aligned yourself with are on a path of obliteration with me. But Wayne, I cannot be killed. I cannot be destroyed. I am the ultimate and I am the King of Gore. Wayne McGurk, you have walked into your own personal horror movie. Step into the shadows my son, because the light will harm you. The light is your enemy. Should you soak in the light, it will terminate you. Step into the shadows. Do not give into temptation. While the light may look attractive, it is the definitive evil. And Wayne, in this case, your light is Michael Kyzer. Your light is Drakz. And your light are the rebels. Back out now while your life is still complete. Because if you step in with me, your life will end and I will bury you.
The fog thickens further to the point that nothing can be seen, even within a foot in front of you. With this, the shot switches to gray static before cutting out.
The scene is set in a foggy. Graveyard. Fog rolls out of the ground in thick layers, clouding the vision of everyone and everything around to such a degree that no one can see anything. Several tombstones sit around, undisturbed by life around them. In the furthest that can be seen beyond the fog, there is a dense forest. Hundreds of trees loom eerily. Even though the trees should be bustling with life, they have not a single leaf on them. The trees stand as an eerie reminder that this entire area is the scene of death. A single tombstone stands on the perch of a hill. The tombstone is quite elegant, showing a great deal of care and maintenance, something that all the other tombstones in the cemetery lacked. Beyond this tombstone we see Obo. He sits on an old broken down tombstone beyond the hill with the maintained one. The tombstone he sits on appears to be very old, having moss growing up it in various ways. It appears that long ago, it was the subject of vandalism. Now, it serves as a chair for the WFWF Ham Shank champion and the King of Gore. Obo begins to speak.
Obo: For once in my life, I finally feel fulfilled. I finally feel as if I am not being deprived of the common needs of a human being. I feel as if I have finally met my utopia. It feels damn good. Living in constant nirvana. My circle has found it’s missing link and now the world spins in the way it should. But for every reaction there is an equal, yet opposite reaction. For my happiness, it seems that the entire world around me is self destructing. The place I have called home for the last couple of years is now in a constant state of disarray with owners who hate everyone and everything. A group of rebels who try to destroy what is there, who cannot accept that it is what it is and that’s all that it is. These rebels are the ones who make my life complete and incomplete. This rebels are the ones who try to overturn my nirvana and leave me in a state of uncertainty. These rebels worship not me as the Anti-Christ, but someone much satanic than I. These rebels are the ones who would rather see a child starve to death than share a piece of bread from their loaf. These rebels are the ones who would rather kill a man than help him back to his feet. Wayne McGurk. You have, for whatever reason, aligned yourself with these rebels. McGurk, this may have been a mistake far worse than any other you could make. For you see Wayne, the rebels that you have aligned yourself with are on a path of obliteration with me. But Wayne, I cannot be killed. I cannot be destroyed. I am the ultimate and I am the King of Gore. Wayne McGurk, you have walked into your own personal horror movie. Step into the shadows my son, because the light will harm you. The light is your enemy. Should you soak in the light, it will terminate you. Step into the shadows. Do not give into temptation. While the light may look attractive, it is the definitive evil. And Wayne, in this case, your light is Michael Kyzer. Your light is Drakz. And your light are the rebels. Back out now while your life is still complete. Because if you step in with me, your life will end and I will bury you.
The fog thickens further to the point that nothing can be seen, even within a foot in front of you. With this, the shot switches to gray static before cutting out.
