Post by brion on Nov 15, 2005 13:55:14 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. we find ourselves back in the now familiar hunting grounds of the man known as misery. the man himself is seated at his throne watching two elderly gentlemen roll in the mud, punching and kicking each other. a small crowd has gathered to watch this bum fight but no one smiles. misery tilts his head that way and this as if he's watching a tennis match and not a battle for survival against two of his followers.:
misery - it's amazing what people will subject themselves to for my love. take these lost souls currently rolling in the mud and muck before us. they do not fight over trivial things such as who is the better man in wrestling or a piece of tin mounted on a leather belt. they fight because misery commands it. they fight to gain my protection in this world of corruption and evil.
:one of the men lays into his foe with several hard right hands to the face and the fight is quickly over. the winner pulls himself from the mud and looks back and watches as several of misery's followers pull the bloodied loser from the pit. the winner grins showing off his few remaining teeth and crawls over to his new master. misery.:
misery - you did well child. you've proven to be worthy of my cause. are you ready for your prize?
:the man bobs his head and blood spills from his shattered nose. misery gestures for two of his men to grab the winner of the bum fight by his scrawny arms and keep him from moving. or changing his mind.:
misery - you certainly deserve this child. from now on your name is misery. and your new live begins when the last staple is in place.
:the man looks suddenly confused and scared.:
man - staples?
misery - enjoy.
:the men holding the homeless man tighten their grip as misery slithers off his throne. he stands before the man and pulls out a mask much like his own from his back pocket. he slips the dirty mask onto the face of the squirming man and is handed a large staple gun.:
misery - drink in the pain child.
THUNK!!
:the man screams as a a piece of the mask is now stapled to his face. misery continues ignoring the screams.:
THUNK!!
misery - mister cook...i do hope you're watching this. for this is what awaits you in the future. i'm sure you consider yourself a lucky man after escaping me at Monday night fights but luck last only so long.
THUNK!!
misery - i hate loose ends cook. i hate to think that you're going around believing that you escaped a spot in my family. like i said before, you're the perfect choir boy.
THUNK!!
:blood seeps out of the sides of the mask as more than half of it is now a permanent part of this man's head.:
misery - we all need family cook. while you snub your nose at me i have found someone who is willing to be on of my disciples. one who will gladly spread the gospel of misery. soon i'll reveal this man to the world and then? you'll join him. side by side the two of you will pull apart this modern day sodom and gomorrah and replace it with a world in my image.
THUNK!!
misery - we will never be done cook. not as long as you ignore me and doubt my intentions. i will chase you through the end of time until you realize....
:misery stops and gestures to the dump around him.:
misery - there is no place like home.
THUNK!!
:misery stands back finished and watches as the man with the misery mask stapled to his face stands up and promptly passes out. misery looks down on the man and we wonder if he's smiling behind his own mask.:
misery - take him to the rats.
:misery turns away from us and retakes his spot on his throne. in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.:
misery - it's amazing what people will subject themselves to for my love. take these lost souls currently rolling in the mud and muck before us. they do not fight over trivial things such as who is the better man in wrestling or a piece of tin mounted on a leather belt. they fight because misery commands it. they fight to gain my protection in this world of corruption and evil.
:one of the men lays into his foe with several hard right hands to the face and the fight is quickly over. the winner pulls himself from the mud and looks back and watches as several of misery's followers pull the bloodied loser from the pit. the winner grins showing off his few remaining teeth and crawls over to his new master. misery.:
misery - you did well child. you've proven to be worthy of my cause. are you ready for your prize?
:the man bobs his head and blood spills from his shattered nose. misery gestures for two of his men to grab the winner of the bum fight by his scrawny arms and keep him from moving. or changing his mind.:
misery - you certainly deserve this child. from now on your name is misery. and your new live begins when the last staple is in place.
:the man looks suddenly confused and scared.:
man - staples?
misery - enjoy.
:the men holding the homeless man tighten their grip as misery slithers off his throne. he stands before the man and pulls out a mask much like his own from his back pocket. he slips the dirty mask onto the face of the squirming man and is handed a large staple gun.:
misery - drink in the pain child.
THUNK!!
:the man screams as a a piece of the mask is now stapled to his face. misery continues ignoring the screams.:
THUNK!!
misery - mister cook...i do hope you're watching this. for this is what awaits you in the future. i'm sure you consider yourself a lucky man after escaping me at Monday night fights but luck last only so long.
THUNK!!
misery - i hate loose ends cook. i hate to think that you're going around believing that you escaped a spot in my family. like i said before, you're the perfect choir boy.
THUNK!!
:blood seeps out of the sides of the mask as more than half of it is now a permanent part of this man's head.:
misery - we all need family cook. while you snub your nose at me i have found someone who is willing to be on of my disciples. one who will gladly spread the gospel of misery. soon i'll reveal this man to the world and then? you'll join him. side by side the two of you will pull apart this modern day sodom and gomorrah and replace it with a world in my image.
THUNK!!
misery - we will never be done cook. not as long as you ignore me and doubt my intentions. i will chase you through the end of time until you realize....
:misery stops and gestures to the dump around him.:
misery - there is no place like home.
THUNK!!
:misery stands back finished and watches as the man with the misery mask stapled to his face stands up and promptly passes out. misery looks down on the man and we wonder if he's smiling behind his own mask.:
misery - take him to the rats.
:misery turns away from us and retakes his spot on his throne. in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.: