Post by brion on Dec 2, 2005 22:52:20 GMT -5
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. he sits at his throne, watching as his followers set up crude man made easels. a few scattered snowflakes are drifting down from the sky but they evaporate as soon as they hit the ground. it's as if nothing beautiful can penetrate the darkness of this domain. misery cocks his head to the side as his followers have finally set up their easels and then quickly stepped away from them. on each one of the easels a moldy sheet covers a secret that only misery knows.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - who says good help is hard to find?[/glow]
:misery pulls himself up from his throne and walks over to the easels.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - ravager, after suffering through your sleep inducing interview one thing is very apparent. you are nothing more than a legend in your own mind. a supposed tough guy who collects weapons of minimal destruction. ravager, you're missing an important item from your sad little collection of toys. you're missing a brain. i always find it humorous when people like you... a supposed bad ass....need to show off their little barbed wire baseball bats, or their kendo sticks or their sharks with lasers on their heads. are you trying to scare me? maybe put a little fear in misery? if that's your tactic then you're even more of lost cause than i had first thought.[/glow]
:misery reaches over to the first easel and pulls away the sheet. underneath we see a large piece of poster board with numerous black and white photos of ravagers family. we see pictures of his children going to school, his wife shopping, etc.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - it's astounding what you can find here in the kingdom of rats ravager. why people throw out all kinds of things that they shouldn't. old phone bills. bank statements. you get the idea. my followers have put together a day in the life of your family ravager. i know everything, where you live, where your wife likes to shop, even when your kids get out of school. nothing is more important than family wouldn't you agree? oh wait...i forgot. you put your precious title above them. you deny your family your love and your time just so you can entertain all seven of your fans. pitiful. but have no fear...i'll make an excellent daddy to your kids.[/glow]
:misery walks over to the second easel and pulls away the sheet. it too holds a poster board. but unlike the first one, this is covered with black and white photos of ravager winning the provincial title.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - look at you. you insignificant little bug. you clutch that title like a sailor on leave clutches at a street whore. do you really think i fear a man who is so enthralled by shiny plates of metal attached to a leather belt? you said i didn't finish off cook. and you're right. why end him when i can let him spend the rest of his miserable life thinking about the massacre i inflicted onto his body? this is what awaits you child. a brief uneventful run as champion, followed by a lifetime of therapy trying to forget the suffering i'm about to put you through.[/glow]
:misery walks to the last easel and pulls away the dirty cloth. unlike the first two, there is no poster board. on this easel there is a mask of misery. the word ravager has been stenciled across the forehead of the mask.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - this is your future. it is unavoidable. i will wash my hands with your blood and send your boring and predictable ass back to loser town. this mask is your destiny child. it either goes on you...or your children. it makes no difference to me. my goal is simple enough that even a trained chimp like yourself should understand it. you, ravager...are a stepping stone. a mere speedbump in my quest to right the wrongs that have been inflicted on myself and my followers. [/glow]
:misery steps away from the easels and walks towards the camera. the blood of cook still visible on his clothing.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - i have already taken apart one of napws favorite sons in j.c. cook. you're simply next in line. once i dispatch of you and take your title then this company will bow down to me. since i arrived here ravager i have done everything i said i would. i haven't made a promise i could not keep. you claim i'll have to pry that title from your cold dead hands...child, i wouldn't have it any other way. enjoy your weekend and take many pictures of yourself with your title and your family. because come monday...i will take it all way from you. [/glow]
:misery peers into the camera and we see his different colored eyes leering at us through the mask.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - suffer unto me child...for misery loves company.[/glow]
:in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - who says good help is hard to find?[/glow]
:misery pulls himself up from his throne and walks over to the easels.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - ravager, after suffering through your sleep inducing interview one thing is very apparent. you are nothing more than a legend in your own mind. a supposed tough guy who collects weapons of minimal destruction. ravager, you're missing an important item from your sad little collection of toys. you're missing a brain. i always find it humorous when people like you... a supposed bad ass....need to show off their little barbed wire baseball bats, or their kendo sticks or their sharks with lasers on their heads. are you trying to scare me? maybe put a little fear in misery? if that's your tactic then you're even more of lost cause than i had first thought.[/glow]
:misery reaches over to the first easel and pulls away the sheet. underneath we see a large piece of poster board with numerous black and white photos of ravagers family. we see pictures of his children going to school, his wife shopping, etc.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - it's astounding what you can find here in the kingdom of rats ravager. why people throw out all kinds of things that they shouldn't. old phone bills. bank statements. you get the idea. my followers have put together a day in the life of your family ravager. i know everything, where you live, where your wife likes to shop, even when your kids get out of school. nothing is more important than family wouldn't you agree? oh wait...i forgot. you put your precious title above them. you deny your family your love and your time just so you can entertain all seven of your fans. pitiful. but have no fear...i'll make an excellent daddy to your kids.[/glow]
:misery walks over to the second easel and pulls away the sheet. it too holds a poster board. but unlike the first one, this is covered with black and white photos of ravager winning the provincial title.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - look at you. you insignificant little bug. you clutch that title like a sailor on leave clutches at a street whore. do you really think i fear a man who is so enthralled by shiny plates of metal attached to a leather belt? you said i didn't finish off cook. and you're right. why end him when i can let him spend the rest of his miserable life thinking about the massacre i inflicted onto his body? this is what awaits you child. a brief uneventful run as champion, followed by a lifetime of therapy trying to forget the suffering i'm about to put you through.[/glow]
:misery walks to the last easel and pulls away the dirty cloth. unlike the first two, there is no poster board. on this easel there is a mask of misery. the word ravager has been stenciled across the forehead of the mask.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - this is your future. it is unavoidable. i will wash my hands with your blood and send your boring and predictable ass back to loser town. this mask is your destiny child. it either goes on you...or your children. it makes no difference to me. my goal is simple enough that even a trained chimp like yourself should understand it. you, ravager...are a stepping stone. a mere speedbump in my quest to right the wrongs that have been inflicted on myself and my followers. [/glow]
:misery steps away from the easels and walks towards the camera. the blood of cook still visible on his clothing.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - i have already taken apart one of napws favorite sons in j.c. cook. you're simply next in line. once i dispatch of you and take your title then this company will bow down to me. since i arrived here ravager i have done everything i said i would. i haven't made a promise i could not keep. you claim i'll have to pry that title from your cold dead hands...child, i wouldn't have it any other way. enjoy your weekend and take many pictures of yourself with your title and your family. because come monday...i will take it all way from you. [/glow]
:misery peers into the camera and we see his different colored eyes leering at us through the mask.:
[glow=red,2,300]misery - suffer unto me child...for misery loves company.[/glow]
:in the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all.: