Post by brion on Nov 11, 2005 14:28:00 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. the scene opens with a shaky start, as if the camera man is unsure of how to operate the equipment. for a brief instant we get a glimpse of the man holding the camera and we see that his mouth has been sewn shut. the picture changes and we see we're back inside the domain of misery and his followers. trash, filth and even human excrement is everywhere and we silently thank god that we can't smell the stench from this so called paradise. misery is standing before us and a light mist falls from the lead gray sky above. misery brushes his long stringy black hair away from his face and begins talking.:
misery - welcome children. i'm glad you came back. obviously my gospel holds some appeal to you. soon it will appeal to everyone. as the days tick away for the debut of misery i cannot help but feel some pride in what i'm about to accomplish. i will take three lost souls, cook, moose and death and make them my children. children of misery. it's obvious they need my help. one man names himself after death. another calls himself a moose. and finally we have cook who seems more interested in albums than in what his future holds for him. this is not a game to me children. this is life. your lives to be exact. i hold your destiny in my hands and only i can choose if you will be saved or not.
:misery walks over to his throne and takes a seat as the camera man valiantly tries to keep up.:
misery - here in this world, a world without judgement we all belive in one thing. my gospel. the world around us needs to be changed before it's to late. before the rapture. the people that surround me, my disciples, know that i speak the truth. they know that at any time god will strike down those who have strayed from his path. the only people left are the people you see here before you. the so called cast offs of society will be lead into the gates of heaven as our abusers will perish in hell. how can you turn your back on that gentlemen? how can you refuse me? be part of my family. become one with me and this bastion of greed and corruption will fall before us.
:like trained pets the rats start to emerge from their dark hiding places. misery pays them no mind.:
misery - aside from cook the other two people in my match have stayed silent. their silence can only mean two things. one is that they're one of them. one of the beautiful people who look down on my people. people i have saved from damnation. the second option is that they're simply scared. frightened of the violence that will come from my hands if you refuse me. death, moose, cook i do not care about your little rankings nor your quests for titles. i care only for your salvation. but you seem to refute me and throw silence into my face. at this Monday night fight show you will find out that i am not a man to be ignored.
:a rat climbs up onto the lap of misery and he pets it as if it were a house cat:
misery - nothing you can say or do can instill any fear into me. i have seen things you cannot fathom. human nightmares. if you doubt me then i will have to give you some examples. i will have to convert you. you will be part of my family, regardless if you want to be or not. i will walk into Monday night fights and offer you my hand. if you refuse i will end each of your pathetic lives as you know it. i will make you suffer and beg me for mercy. then...after our match is over you will come back here with me. back to your rightful home. cook, moose, death your future, your destiny awaits. join me or suffer. for i am misery. and misery loves company.
:the rain continues to fall on this lost place.:
misery - welcome children. i'm glad you came back. obviously my gospel holds some appeal to you. soon it will appeal to everyone. as the days tick away for the debut of misery i cannot help but feel some pride in what i'm about to accomplish. i will take three lost souls, cook, moose and death and make them my children. children of misery. it's obvious they need my help. one man names himself after death. another calls himself a moose. and finally we have cook who seems more interested in albums than in what his future holds for him. this is not a game to me children. this is life. your lives to be exact. i hold your destiny in my hands and only i can choose if you will be saved or not.
:misery walks over to his throne and takes a seat as the camera man valiantly tries to keep up.:
misery - here in this world, a world without judgement we all belive in one thing. my gospel. the world around us needs to be changed before it's to late. before the rapture. the people that surround me, my disciples, know that i speak the truth. they know that at any time god will strike down those who have strayed from his path. the only people left are the people you see here before you. the so called cast offs of society will be lead into the gates of heaven as our abusers will perish in hell. how can you turn your back on that gentlemen? how can you refuse me? be part of my family. become one with me and this bastion of greed and corruption will fall before us.
:like trained pets the rats start to emerge from their dark hiding places. misery pays them no mind.:
misery - aside from cook the other two people in my match have stayed silent. their silence can only mean two things. one is that they're one of them. one of the beautiful people who look down on my people. people i have saved from damnation. the second option is that they're simply scared. frightened of the violence that will come from my hands if you refuse me. death, moose, cook i do not care about your little rankings nor your quests for titles. i care only for your salvation. but you seem to refute me and throw silence into my face. at this Monday night fight show you will find out that i am not a man to be ignored.
:a rat climbs up onto the lap of misery and he pets it as if it were a house cat:
misery - nothing you can say or do can instill any fear into me. i have seen things you cannot fathom. human nightmares. if you doubt me then i will have to give you some examples. i will have to convert you. you will be part of my family, regardless if you want to be or not. i will walk into Monday night fights and offer you my hand. if you refuse i will end each of your pathetic lives as you know it. i will make you suffer and beg me for mercy. then...after our match is over you will come back here with me. back to your rightful home. cook, moose, death your future, your destiny awaits. join me or suffer. for i am misery. and misery loves company.
:the rain continues to fall on this lost place.: