Post by immortal on Dec 14, 2005 19:43:46 GMT -5
[fade up]
The room is dark...very dark...We hear a phone ringing...
[rrrrrrrrring. . .rrrrrrrrring. . .rrrrrrrrring]
The Immortal's voice is heard...
::Immortal:: [rrrrrrrrring]...Hear that, Storm?...[rrrrrrrrring]...It's your future...[rrrrrrrrring]...After Action! this Thursday...[rrrrrrrrring]...Immagine yourself trying to call your best friends...[rrrrrrrrring]...and the phone just keeps ringing...[rrrrrrrrring]...and ringing...[rrrrrrrrring]...and ringing...[beep-beep-beep]...until the familiar sound of the line busy tone...[beep-beep-beep]...can be heard...[beep-beep-beep]...
The lights go on...we see that the room's walls are clearly stained with blood...and oddly enough, it appears there is a lightning bolt-shaped stain of blood...a cloud above it...The Immortal sits on the floor...footprints of blood surround him...He hangs up the phone...
::Immortal:: Storm...you face your greatest fears this Thursday on Action!...Technique and I are not as merciful as we used to be...until The Minstrel lays lying in a pool of his own blood...we never will be...
The Immortal stands...as he walks toward the camera, he leaves more footprints, similar to the others...but there is a set of different footsteps...Technique's...
::Technique:: Why don't you guess who's blood this is, Storm? Guess...we dare you...
::Immortal:: It's yours...mine...Technique's...and everyone else's in NAPW...everyone who wants Immortal-Technique to emerge victorious on Action!...Thursday's forecast, Storm...Immortal-Technique...
The Immortal-Technique leaves the room as the camera closes up on the telephone, and then the lightning shaped stain in the wall...
[lights out]
The room is dark...very dark...We hear a phone ringing...
[rrrrrrrrring. . .rrrrrrrrring. . .rrrrrrrrring]
The Immortal's voice is heard...
::Immortal:: [rrrrrrrrring]...Hear that, Storm?...[rrrrrrrrring]...It's your future...[rrrrrrrrring]...After Action! this Thursday...[rrrrrrrrring]...Immagine yourself trying to call your best friends...[rrrrrrrrring]...and the phone just keeps ringing...[rrrrrrrrring]...and ringing...[rrrrrrrrring]...and ringing...[beep-beep-beep]...until the familiar sound of the line busy tone...[beep-beep-beep]...can be heard...[beep-beep-beep]...
The lights go on...we see that the room's walls are clearly stained with blood...and oddly enough, it appears there is a lightning bolt-shaped stain of blood...a cloud above it...The Immortal sits on the floor...footprints of blood surround him...He hangs up the phone...
::Immortal:: Storm...you face your greatest fears this Thursday on Action!...Technique and I are not as merciful as we used to be...until The Minstrel lays lying in a pool of his own blood...we never will be...
The Immortal stands...as he walks toward the camera, he leaves more footprints, similar to the others...but there is a set of different footsteps...Technique's...
::Technique:: Why don't you guess who's blood this is, Storm? Guess...we dare you...
::Immortal:: It's yours...mine...Technique's...and everyone else's in NAPW...everyone who wants Immortal-Technique to emerge victorious on Action!...Thursday's forecast, Storm...Immortal-Technique...
The Immortal-Technique leaves the room as the camera closes up on the telephone, and then the lightning shaped stain in the wall...
[lights out]