Post by cureforthesickness on Nov 23, 2006 22:32:40 GMT -5
I remember long ago..
When the sun was shining..
And all the stars were bright all through the night..
In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight..
So long ago..
- Disturbed “Land of Confusion”
Has the world stopped spinning around me? Has it chosen to lock it’s position for an eternity of torment to me? This land has become forsaken with greed and destruction. Why remain in such a vile place I have been asked. Why continue with that which cannot repay you? Frankly, I like it. I like the misery. I like the torment. I like everything that comes my way. Some people claim you cannot change destiny. I think you can. If you wish to change your future, you can. But if you alter the timeline, the future that originally seen you will not come and any rewards to this alternate adventure disappear forever. Should you chose to take this mission it not only effects your immediate life, but also the lives of everyone around you. Perhaps you should fall into the groove and just go with destiny. But that path is not for me.
- X
The final notes of a song played solely on a piano clearly echo through the area. The sound surrounds the environment, entwining itself with the environmental sounds and creating a new found harmony. Elegant curtains hang from the ceiling, bringing life to a room of which no life can escape. The floors are solid concrete and are stained with dirt and spam. The walls are of the same style, small windows that have been barred up as the only reprieve from the gray. Scanning around the room, the currents are not the only thing out of place. In the far corner sits a piano, seemingly brand new. The piano is in extremely good condition, looking to be unused. Why it would be in a setting like this is unknown, but it sits. In front of the piano is a black wooden bench with fine leather padding and there is an explanation to this bizarre room, seen is the tattered blue jeans and faded shirt that could only belong to “The King of Gore” Obo
Obo: What more is wanted from me? You cannot squeeze blood from a turnip. Once all that is to be had has been taken away, you cannot take more. You cannot take a negative amount away. To me, that is exactly what is happening. I have been pulled and stretched to the point of no return. Pulled in every direction to the point I am ready to snap. People have begged of me to come to the arenas and tutor the “young guys” in the ways of wrestling. . I’m not big into that whole “hanging out with the boys in the back, telling stories in the locker room” scenario. I much prefer being locked away in solitude. Being trapped in a room where I cannot escape. No one can get to me and disrupt my train of thought. No reason to discuss a meaningless match. I am a non conformist. Why talk about a match? This match means nothing to me. It’s not even a real match. It’s a destruction. This kid wishes he could be me. He wants to be me, but cannot. His life has left him in a sea of sorrow and the only way out is to try to attack thou who is above him. But this is a path of destruction. A collision course with fear. There’s no reason for any of this crap. No reason to destroy this kid who is trying to make a living. There’s no reason to even give this kid the time of day. Why should I try to impress the higher ups in the company by annihilating the unborn? They aren’t “big on me”. They don’t like me. I am bad. I don’t follow the rules. I’m not a cookie cutter mold. I broke the mold. Smashed it into pieces and lit the mother f*cker on fire. Why follow the cookie cutter mold that society and a bunch of corporate suits laid down? Why act like a fool and try to impress the powers that be and the fans? Do people really want to pay money to see this? No. People want to see wrestling. People want to see the blood and the gore, people want to see mayhem. People want to see Obo. Don’t fret for your true future is here.
Christian Shields, your future is not as you wish. You wish for the grander of the big lights and fame, but this week, you are going to cross paths with a destructive force unlike anything you have seen or felt before. You will see what your future holds. You will look me in the eyes and you will see your own fear. You will see your own misery. The life of the Anti-Christ crosses path with your own and the results will not be pretty. A bullet train on the path to hell meeting up with a small car trying to make it in the big city. Fear not what you can do for yourself, but what I will do to you.
With that, Obo continues to play his tune on the piano as we lose the shot
When the sun was shining..
And all the stars were bright all through the night..
In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight..
So long ago..
- Disturbed “Land of Confusion”
Has the world stopped spinning around me? Has it chosen to lock it’s position for an eternity of torment to me? This land has become forsaken with greed and destruction. Why remain in such a vile place I have been asked. Why continue with that which cannot repay you? Frankly, I like it. I like the misery. I like the torment. I like everything that comes my way. Some people claim you cannot change destiny. I think you can. If you wish to change your future, you can. But if you alter the timeline, the future that originally seen you will not come and any rewards to this alternate adventure disappear forever. Should you chose to take this mission it not only effects your immediate life, but also the lives of everyone around you. Perhaps you should fall into the groove and just go with destiny. But that path is not for me.
- X
The final notes of a song played solely on a piano clearly echo through the area. The sound surrounds the environment, entwining itself with the environmental sounds and creating a new found harmony. Elegant curtains hang from the ceiling, bringing life to a room of which no life can escape. The floors are solid concrete and are stained with dirt and spam. The walls are of the same style, small windows that have been barred up as the only reprieve from the gray. Scanning around the room, the currents are not the only thing out of place. In the far corner sits a piano, seemingly brand new. The piano is in extremely good condition, looking to be unused. Why it would be in a setting like this is unknown, but it sits. In front of the piano is a black wooden bench with fine leather padding and there is an explanation to this bizarre room, seen is the tattered blue jeans and faded shirt that could only belong to “The King of Gore” Obo
Obo: What more is wanted from me? You cannot squeeze blood from a turnip. Once all that is to be had has been taken away, you cannot take more. You cannot take a negative amount away. To me, that is exactly what is happening. I have been pulled and stretched to the point of no return. Pulled in every direction to the point I am ready to snap. People have begged of me to come to the arenas and tutor the “young guys” in the ways of wrestling. . I’m not big into that whole “hanging out with the boys in the back, telling stories in the locker room” scenario. I much prefer being locked away in solitude. Being trapped in a room where I cannot escape. No one can get to me and disrupt my train of thought. No reason to discuss a meaningless match. I am a non conformist. Why talk about a match? This match means nothing to me. It’s not even a real match. It’s a destruction. This kid wishes he could be me. He wants to be me, but cannot. His life has left him in a sea of sorrow and the only way out is to try to attack thou who is above him. But this is a path of destruction. A collision course with fear. There’s no reason for any of this crap. No reason to destroy this kid who is trying to make a living. There’s no reason to even give this kid the time of day. Why should I try to impress the higher ups in the company by annihilating the unborn? They aren’t “big on me”. They don’t like me. I am bad. I don’t follow the rules. I’m not a cookie cutter mold. I broke the mold. Smashed it into pieces and lit the mother f*cker on fire. Why follow the cookie cutter mold that society and a bunch of corporate suits laid down? Why act like a fool and try to impress the powers that be and the fans? Do people really want to pay money to see this? No. People want to see wrestling. People want to see the blood and the gore, people want to see mayhem. People want to see Obo. Don’t fret for your true future is here.
Christian Shields, your future is not as you wish. You wish for the grander of the big lights and fame, but this week, you are going to cross paths with a destructive force unlike anything you have seen or felt before. You will see what your future holds. You will look me in the eyes and you will see your own fear. You will see your own misery. The life of the Anti-Christ crosses path with your own and the results will not be pretty. A bullet train on the path to hell meeting up with a small car trying to make it in the big city. Fear not what you can do for yourself, but what I will do to you.
With that, Obo continues to play his tune on the piano as we lose the shot
