Post by Dio Muerte on Mar 14, 2007 19:37:23 GMT -5
The camera now a bit upgraded. Less snow and better audio, but, it's still hard to see Dio Muerte's face.
Dio Muerte Newfy Jack. Cocky, arrogant, crude. All three factors that will play a catalyst in our match. All three of these factors will work towards you WALKING OUT WITHOUT A CLUE OF WHAT THE (BLEEP) JUST HAPPENED!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHHAHAHAHA!
You won't have an F'n damn clue. But that's OK. KNOW WHY THAT'S OKAY? Well do you? No one ever does.
A lied just told by me. I do have a clue, I always have the clue, the laugh, the bat, the problem that no one can solve, crack, answer, decipher, or decrypt. A rubrik's cube with thousands of squares. Puzzle Of Dexterity with no base.
Do you know understand what I am? Any inclination of what I am?
Samuel.
Haven't you learned anything?
Wait forget that.
Apparently you have. You now are carrying a wooden sword. You seem to be growing before my eyes. You are now learning. You are leaving that soft cocoon and metamorphosing into something stronger, something harder. You are now leaving that frail nature and enter a thick skin. You're growing a callus. You’re beginning to think, beginning to wizen up. See things from different perspectives. Grow more of a brain and less of a heart. You may not think nor see the same, but, I recognize otherwise. Son, are now growing.
His voice grows real loud
HA YOU'RE GROWING MY BOY.
His voice returns to a calm state once more.
Thing is.
I am always I. I know I, I will be I, I will stay I. You are changing into something new. You are yet to be accustomed to the new you. You are not yet fully you. I know I better than you know you, therefore I carry an advantage over you. You are still weak.
Voice begins to speak louder and faster after every word
WEAK
WEAK I SAY
(BLEEP)ING WEAK!
His voice returns to his calm state.
You don’t know you. You don’t know who you are. Yes you’re carrying around a wooden sword. Yes you’re ready for me.
No.
You’re not even an inch ready for me. A sword won’t do it. Samuel. You are still young. Not young in physical connotation. Young as in mind state. Whatever the birth certificate may say about me, I’m not. Life, the world, society has molded me into what I am. They have open my eyes, my sleep has ended, I continue to see all and all for it is. I carry the wisdom of hundred year old sage and this…..
Dio Muerte lifts up an aluminum bat.
Yes, I’ve upgraded, so Samuel, your “Miracle Blade”
DO YOU THINK IT WILL WORK? DO YOU?!
fades
Dio Muerte Newfy Jack. Cocky, arrogant, crude. All three factors that will play a catalyst in our match. All three of these factors will work towards you WALKING OUT WITHOUT A CLUE OF WHAT THE (BLEEP) JUST HAPPENED!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHHAHAHAHA!
You won't have an F'n damn clue. But that's OK. KNOW WHY THAT'S OKAY? Well do you? No one ever does.
A lied just told by me. I do have a clue, I always have the clue, the laugh, the bat, the problem that no one can solve, crack, answer, decipher, or decrypt. A rubrik's cube with thousands of squares. Puzzle Of Dexterity with no base.
Do you know understand what I am? Any inclination of what I am?
Samuel.
Haven't you learned anything?
Wait forget that.
Apparently you have. You now are carrying a wooden sword. You seem to be growing before my eyes. You are now learning. You are leaving that soft cocoon and metamorphosing into something stronger, something harder. You are now leaving that frail nature and enter a thick skin. You're growing a callus. You’re beginning to think, beginning to wizen up. See things from different perspectives. Grow more of a brain and less of a heart. You may not think nor see the same, but, I recognize otherwise. Son, are now growing.
His voice grows real loud
HA YOU'RE GROWING MY BOY.
His voice returns to a calm state once more.
Thing is.
I am always I. I know I, I will be I, I will stay I. You are changing into something new. You are yet to be accustomed to the new you. You are not yet fully you. I know I better than you know you, therefore I carry an advantage over you. You are still weak.
Voice begins to speak louder and faster after every word
WEAK
WEAK I SAY
(BLEEP)ING WEAK!
His voice returns to his calm state.
You don’t know you. You don’t know who you are. Yes you’re carrying around a wooden sword. Yes you’re ready for me.
No.
You’re not even an inch ready for me. A sword won’t do it. Samuel. You are still young. Not young in physical connotation. Young as in mind state. Whatever the birth certificate may say about me, I’m not. Life, the world, society has molded me into what I am. They have open my eyes, my sleep has ended, I continue to see all and all for it is. I carry the wisdom of hundred year old sage and this…..
Dio Muerte lifts up an aluminum bat.
Yes, I’ve upgraded, so Samuel, your “Miracle Blade”
DO YOU THINK IT WILL WORK? DO YOU?!
fades