Post by brion on Nov 17, 2005 14:53:50 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. the cold November wind cuts through us like a knife and we wonder how the followers of misery are able to take it. all around us they go from this place to that, with no apparent purpose. with their shuffling of the feet they remind us of the zombies from the movie night of the living dead. we see misery standing next to a large open pit. we motions for us to come over and we willingly do so.:
misery - many things to talk about child. but first...look into the pit and see if it is to your liking.
:we glance inside the deep hole and see that it's filled with trash, stagnant water and hordes of rats. the smell alone make us jerk our head back.:
misery - this pit has been made for someone special. someone who has recently caught my attention. his name...mirage. i find it both humorous and a little annoying that this person has so little imagination that they need to...how do you say? bite my style. mirage has even made his own little kiddie dungeon in a vain effort to what? impress me? get my attention? trust me mirage. you do not want the attention of misery. or maybe...you do?
:we step away from the pit of rats and take a short walk through the muck to the throne of misery. he takes his seat and starts to drum his fingertips on one of the armrests.:
misery - mirage you're nothing more than a no talent unimaginative little boy who has tried to copy me in every way. however, when people look at misery they know fear. when they look at you they know you're a pimple on the ass of life. if you wanted my attention then child you have it. to the good people at napw who make matches i issue this challenge to the fool who calls himself mirage. a match between the two of us. a match involving pain and sacrifice. i offer you this challenge mirage, a match of your own choosing. any stipulation your feeble mind can conjure up.
:misery runs a hand through his long nappy greasy black hair.:
misery - make no mistake mirage...you will become the bitch of my ministry. i have no need for such low class talent such as yourself polluting my quest for righteousness. so now the ball is in your court mirage. meet me. find misery and embrace it. that is...if you're not to busy playing in your little batcave.
:we knew it would happen and it does. the rats have come out from their hiding spots and are starting to crawl over misery like a loving father.:
misery - next we move onto the boy j.c. cook. he claims to have gotten under my skin. how amusing. this statement comes from the same man who was near tears as he faced me last. a man who nearly soiled himself when i placed my hands on him. i see through you cook. i see the longing in your eyes for me and my home. why fight it cook? everyone knows that you'll never be anything as long as i am here. you can't beat me. you can only take my hand and join me in the kingdom of rats.
:the group of followers before misery suddenly part like the red sea and a figure strides through the confines of the dump. he's dressed in all black with his face obscured by a hood. he drops to his knees before misery.:
man in black - I bring you his answer my lord.
:misery laughs and claps his hands together. the man in black stands and misery gestures to his followers who surround him:
misery - he has agreed to my terms? my gospel?
man in black - yes.
misery - good. good.
:misery nods his head and without provocation the followers attack the man in black in a wild frenzy. they bring him to the earth with a furry of punches, kicks and stomps. we hear bones break and the man's scream is mingled with the sound of laughter from the followers of misery.:
misery - he was late. i do not accept tardiness in this domain.
: the crowd drag the bloody and beaten man into the shadows and away from our sight. misery stands up and spreads his arms out to his followers.:
misery - finally one of napws stars have seen the light. we have a new family member children and his name...his name is nightmare.
followers (chanting) nightmare, nightmare, nightmare......
misery - welcome to the family nightmare. welcome to a new world. share my gospel and you will be great. defy me and you will end up like cook or mirage. the dawning of a new age draws closer children. i now have a brother. nightmare. but i need more...for misery loves company.
:misery retakes his seat and laughs as the wind blows through us. in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.:
misery - many things to talk about child. but first...look into the pit and see if it is to your liking.
:we glance inside the deep hole and see that it's filled with trash, stagnant water and hordes of rats. the smell alone make us jerk our head back.:
misery - this pit has been made for someone special. someone who has recently caught my attention. his name...mirage. i find it both humorous and a little annoying that this person has so little imagination that they need to...how do you say? bite my style. mirage has even made his own little kiddie dungeon in a vain effort to what? impress me? get my attention? trust me mirage. you do not want the attention of misery. or maybe...you do?
:we step away from the pit of rats and take a short walk through the muck to the throne of misery. he takes his seat and starts to drum his fingertips on one of the armrests.:
misery - mirage you're nothing more than a no talent unimaginative little boy who has tried to copy me in every way. however, when people look at misery they know fear. when they look at you they know you're a pimple on the ass of life. if you wanted my attention then child you have it. to the good people at napw who make matches i issue this challenge to the fool who calls himself mirage. a match between the two of us. a match involving pain and sacrifice. i offer you this challenge mirage, a match of your own choosing. any stipulation your feeble mind can conjure up.
:misery runs a hand through his long nappy greasy black hair.:
misery - make no mistake mirage...you will become the bitch of my ministry. i have no need for such low class talent such as yourself polluting my quest for righteousness. so now the ball is in your court mirage. meet me. find misery and embrace it. that is...if you're not to busy playing in your little batcave.
:we knew it would happen and it does. the rats have come out from their hiding spots and are starting to crawl over misery like a loving father.:
misery - next we move onto the boy j.c. cook. he claims to have gotten under my skin. how amusing. this statement comes from the same man who was near tears as he faced me last. a man who nearly soiled himself when i placed my hands on him. i see through you cook. i see the longing in your eyes for me and my home. why fight it cook? everyone knows that you'll never be anything as long as i am here. you can't beat me. you can only take my hand and join me in the kingdom of rats.
:the group of followers before misery suddenly part like the red sea and a figure strides through the confines of the dump. he's dressed in all black with his face obscured by a hood. he drops to his knees before misery.:
man in black - I bring you his answer my lord.
:misery laughs and claps his hands together. the man in black stands and misery gestures to his followers who surround him:
misery - he has agreed to my terms? my gospel?
man in black - yes.
misery - good. good.
:misery nods his head and without provocation the followers attack the man in black in a wild frenzy. they bring him to the earth with a furry of punches, kicks and stomps. we hear bones break and the man's scream is mingled with the sound of laughter from the followers of misery.:
misery - he was late. i do not accept tardiness in this domain.
: the crowd drag the bloody and beaten man into the shadows and away from our sight. misery stands up and spreads his arms out to his followers.:
misery - finally one of napws stars have seen the light. we have a new family member children and his name...his name is nightmare.
followers (chanting) nightmare, nightmare, nightmare......
misery - welcome to the family nightmare. welcome to a new world. share my gospel and you will be great. defy me and you will end up like cook or mirage. the dawning of a new age draws closer children. i now have a brother. nightmare. but i need more...for misery loves company.
:misery retakes his seat and laughs as the wind blows through us. in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.: