Post by brion on Nov 18, 2005 0:59:41 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. we find ourselves in the now familiar and always depressing domain of our host. he sits at his throne and watches at his followers attempt to keep themselves warm by standing next to small bonfires. the fires keep the rats at bay but we can see their eyes peering at us from the shadows. misery seems not to feel the brutal cold that envelopes him. then again one could argue, misery never seems to feel anything.:
misery - as we all saw tonight i made good on a promise of paying young cook a much unexpected visit. the look of sheer helplessness in his eyes as i battered him was pure bliss. it reminded me of how a stern parent would spank their unruly child. tonight cook, you got just a small dose of what lays ahead of you. for when i look at you...i see a life full of misery. but let us discuss other things.
:misery sits foreword in his throne and his stringy black hair almost obscures his face. or rather his mask.:
misery - the match has been signed. the die has been cast. and a lamb has been lead to the slaughter. next monday i face off with the false prophet who calls himself mirage. a man who so desperately wants to be like me that it's become pathetic. mirage...if you wanted to become my bitch so much then you only had to come here...i have plenty of masks. i'm sure i could find one in a childs size that would fit your oddly shaped head.
:misery leans back into his throne and a rat the size of a small puppy crawls out from the garbage and onto his lap. he seems not to notice nor care.:
misery - you expect me to be afraid of you? a man who names himself after a las vegas casino? you expect misery to bow down to a man who has done nothing but slap around that fool immortal? you are nothing more than a glory hound mirage. a man so devoid of originality that he tries to become what he cannot possibly understand. he tries to become...misery. child you need more than a cheap k mart mask and your little batcave to impress me.
:another rat crawls onto the shoulders of misery and it's tail slithers around the neck of it's master:
misery - next monday i end your sad little charade. i will destroy you and all of you little yes men and restore balance to napw. there is no place for children like you to play dress up. maybe at monday night fights you can do what's right...and kiss my mud caked boot you insignificant toad. tell me mirage...when you touch the little boys does that excite you? if so maybe a career in pop music would be better suited for your limited abilities.
:a third rat joins the party and we see spots of blood fresh on his whiskers. obviously he's been chewing on something...or someone.:
misery - you talk about fate and destiny. but i hear the tremble in your voice as you speak. you're nothing more than some child trying to play a mans game. with your little enter at own risk signs and your odd assortment of minions. i suspect their is a sign that reads no girls allowed hanging in your little cave as well. your pathetic run as misery #2 will come to a brutal end in four days. so take that time to get your affairs in order, to repent for your stupid errors and beg me for forgiveness when i bring you back here.
:misery stands suddenly and it sends his furry companions running for cover.:
misery - three things will happen next week child. the first is that i will destroy you and your little boys club. the second is that you'll come back here to my domain to suffer for your blasphemy. the third? the third will be me removing your mask and replacing it with one of my one. a mask...of misery.
:misery folds his hands together behind his back and rocks on his heels.:
misery - you will pay in blood mirage. and the price will be severe.
:in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.:
misery - as we all saw tonight i made good on a promise of paying young cook a much unexpected visit. the look of sheer helplessness in his eyes as i battered him was pure bliss. it reminded me of how a stern parent would spank their unruly child. tonight cook, you got just a small dose of what lays ahead of you. for when i look at you...i see a life full of misery. but let us discuss other things.
:misery sits foreword in his throne and his stringy black hair almost obscures his face. or rather his mask.:
misery - the match has been signed. the die has been cast. and a lamb has been lead to the slaughter. next monday i face off with the false prophet who calls himself mirage. a man who so desperately wants to be like me that it's become pathetic. mirage...if you wanted to become my bitch so much then you only had to come here...i have plenty of masks. i'm sure i could find one in a childs size that would fit your oddly shaped head.
:misery leans back into his throne and a rat the size of a small puppy crawls out from the garbage and onto his lap. he seems not to notice nor care.:
misery - you expect me to be afraid of you? a man who names himself after a las vegas casino? you expect misery to bow down to a man who has done nothing but slap around that fool immortal? you are nothing more than a glory hound mirage. a man so devoid of originality that he tries to become what he cannot possibly understand. he tries to become...misery. child you need more than a cheap k mart mask and your little batcave to impress me.
:another rat crawls onto the shoulders of misery and it's tail slithers around the neck of it's master:
misery - next monday i end your sad little charade. i will destroy you and all of you little yes men and restore balance to napw. there is no place for children like you to play dress up. maybe at monday night fights you can do what's right...and kiss my mud caked boot you insignificant toad. tell me mirage...when you touch the little boys does that excite you? if so maybe a career in pop music would be better suited for your limited abilities.
:a third rat joins the party and we see spots of blood fresh on his whiskers. obviously he's been chewing on something...or someone.:
misery - you talk about fate and destiny. but i hear the tremble in your voice as you speak. you're nothing more than some child trying to play a mans game. with your little enter at own risk signs and your odd assortment of minions. i suspect their is a sign that reads no girls allowed hanging in your little cave as well. your pathetic run as misery #2 will come to a brutal end in four days. so take that time to get your affairs in order, to repent for your stupid errors and beg me for forgiveness when i bring you back here.
:misery stands suddenly and it sends his furry companions running for cover.:
misery - three things will happen next week child. the first is that i will destroy you and your little boys club. the second is that you'll come back here to my domain to suffer for your blasphemy. the third? the third will be me removing your mask and replacing it with one of my one. a mask...of misery.
:misery folds his hands together behind his back and rocks on his heels.:
misery - you will pay in blood mirage. and the price will be severe.
:in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.: