Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Jan 5, 2006 11:31:13 GMT -5
(Beep. The scene opens at the “Delivery Dispatch” in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. It is roughly 3:42 am on Thursday, January Fifth. It is fairly mild for Alberta around this time of year. Snow is scarce, and you can see patches of green sneaking out from underneath the fickle flakes. Kryenik is spotted standing on the loading dock. He is dressed in a black dress shirt, black pants, silver tie and black dress shoes. He looks rather fancy considering the man he is on the inside. He looks around and sniffs the air, moving towards a big steel door.)
Kryenik: Deception. A mere misdirection.
(Kryenik moves closer to the back entrance of the building. The big steel door reads “Employee’s Only” and Kryenik smirks to himself and jiggles the doorknob. It clicks and he pushes the door open into an unlit room.)
Kryenik: Lock your doors, hide your children…
...Smirk...
(Kryenik walks into the building with the camera man following quickly behind him.)
…Click…Bzzzz…
(The lights flicker on revealing a medium sized room with grey concrete floor. Packages are strewn about from left to right with packing foam covering the floor. There is a bench with a box cutter, a pen, large clear tape and a coffee cup. Kryenik walks towards the table and picks up the box cutter. He turns to a large brown box to his left side and picks it up.)
Kryenik: Hmmm… I wonder what “Mary Smith” is getting…
(He cuts the tape in the center and lifts the box onto the table. He turns it upside down and forces the contents onto the table. It’s a pink box with silver lining and clear plastic front revealing a baby doll.)
Kryenik: Little Suzy… hmmm Hello Suzy.
(Kryenik opens up the package and pulls out the baby doll. He lifts it to his face and stares at it a while, tilting his head left and right, examining it’s exterior.)
Kryenik: You know, some people say that you can always tell how a person will turn out, by how he or she plays with their toys. I wonder if The Delivery Men were delivering little packages of fecal matter to their mommies when they were born. I wonder if they signed it “#1” and “#2” and sealed it with a kiss. It seems fitting for all of the sh1t that spews out of their chapped little mouths.
...Smirk...
Kryenik: Imagine how I played with my toys. I can hardly remember, but one memory is so clear. I remember my sister playing with dolls just like this one, but without the talking action. I remember the joy that beamed off of her face when she was given the dolls… and I remember the feeling I got when my parents gave me mine… It was a joyous time. Things were well in the world, and the family was happy and then my sister took my toy, which was a Sgt. Slaughter GI Joe figurine and threw it in the garbage. I remember the tears I had in my eyes, being all of 5 years old, I remember the anger I felt. I remember the vengeance turns and snowballing in the pit of my stomach.
(Kryenik winces and then smiles. He grabs the box cutter again and sets the doll onto the table, placing the tip of the blade on the dolls throat.)
Kryenik: Then I took a knife, bigger then this one, and I cut its throat slowly…
(Kryenik presses the blade in and makes an incision into the dolls throat and drags it across to the otherside.)
Kryenik: Then I pressed the knife into it’s forehead…
(Kryenik pushes the blade into the dolls forehead and pulls it down towards its cut throat.)
Kryenik: And I cut it down to its throat incision…
(Kryenik pulls open the dolls head.)
Kryenik: And then I urinated into the open rubber skull…
(Kryenik turns away from the camera and urinates into the doll. He grabs the tape with his available hand and pulls off a very large piece. He turns back around to the camera after several moments and he has taped the dolls head back together. Liquid is all over the doll but the tape has retain the majority of it inside of the dolls head.)
…Shake…Shake…Shake…
Kryenik: Now that’s better Suzy. Shhh, shhhhh.
(Kryenik puts the doll to his shoulder and pats it on the back as if it were crying.)
Kryenik: It’s ok Suzy, it’s ok… I remember sneaking into sisters room and putting it beside her head as she slept. I crept slowly back to my bed and went to sleep, until morning when I heard a blood curdling scream following by a whaling cry and my parents yelling “What’s the matter Natty?!”. I could only giggle to myself quietly as a cuddled into my pillow, feeling all the more satisfied after a good nights sleep. I can’t remember the events that followed that… although I’m sure I was beaten until I bled. My parents were loving but very strict and I’m sure my actions were not tolerated.
(Kryenik throws the doll across the room and it lands hard with urine flowing out of the poorly taped head. The camera turns back to Kryenik who is walking towards a door that reads “Mens”. He walks inside and turns on the tap, putting soap into his hands and washing thoroughly.)
Kryenik: Even at my most disgusting moments, I feel the need to cleanse.
(He walks to the paper towel dispenser and dries his hands.)
Kryenik: I will wipe my hands dry of you, Delivery Men. I’m afraid you’re feeble attempts at upsetting the task at hand has been taken with the most disrespectful ignorance. The problem isn’t the way I choose to make an impact on society my dear friends, the problem is that there simply isn’t enough time to take out all of the garbage in the world. I have to leave a few crumbs left lying about for people like you to eat up. I can’t take all of the recognition for an ever crumbling world. I leave that responsibility for the idiocy of our public servants. You’re second rate, blue collar yobs, trying to make it in a business that is so full of white trash that it is swollen and about to burst from all of the stupidity. You’re humorous, I’ll give you that, but humor can’t help you if I’m carving my name in your forehead with your own box cutter. However it can make the situation more enjoyable as I cackle and hoot while pushing the blade in deeper.
(Kryenik walks out of the “Mens” room and back into the delivery room. Kryenik walks through the room and through another door. It leads into a room with a row of lockers and a few benches. The walls painted blue half way up and white to the top, the crest for “Edmonton Delivery Men” on the wall like a plaque of honor. Kryenik reads over the lockers, looking over all of the decals and paraphernalia that drape the front of the lockers. He runs his hands along the front, banging the locks into the steel. He stops at a locker and reads allowed.)
Kryenik: Number One.
(He points to it, and then points to the one beside it.)
Kryenik: Number Two.
(Kryenik pulls out the box cutter which he took from the previous room. He rolls up his right sleeve, exposing the back of his arm. He puts the knife to his arm and makes a large cut which he sighs and chuckles at. Blood is pouring out and onto the floor.)
…Drip…Drip…Drip…
Kryenik: There we go… flow… flow…
(Kryenik takes his left hand and wipes his hand onto the blood, covering his palm. He cups his hand and the blood pools in the dip. His takes his right hand and dips his finger in the blood and begins to write across the two lockers side by side.)
Kryenik: A little message my friends… A little message.
(Kryenik writes a “D” then an “O” then another “O” then finally an “M”.)
---DOOM---
(Kryenik then places his bloody hands onto the locker, leaving complete hand prints of dna for some the Delivery Men to find.)
Kryenik: You won’t need CSI for this one my dear friends…
(Kryenik turns towards the door and walks back into the delivery room. He walks towards a pile of flat boxes that have yet to be used. He looks over the size and constructs the box to get a better view.)
Kryenik: This will be perfect.
(Kryenik folds the box back into it’s flat form and turns to the camera once more.)
Kryenik: Delivery Men, you took the first step towards your complete destruction. Expect a package.. expect your last delivery to be one to yourselves…
…Hah...Hah…ha…
(The bleeding Kryenik laughs to himself and then turns towards the exit door. He pushes it open with his bloody palms, leaving more hand prints abroad. Kryenik walks out with the camera turning back towards the doll on the floor. Still in a pool of Kryeniks urine. Camera closes. Beep.)
Kryenik: Deception. A mere misdirection.
(Kryenik moves closer to the back entrance of the building. The big steel door reads “Employee’s Only” and Kryenik smirks to himself and jiggles the doorknob. It clicks and he pushes the door open into an unlit room.)
Kryenik: Lock your doors, hide your children…
...Smirk...
(Kryenik walks into the building with the camera man following quickly behind him.)
…Click…Bzzzz…
(The lights flicker on revealing a medium sized room with grey concrete floor. Packages are strewn about from left to right with packing foam covering the floor. There is a bench with a box cutter, a pen, large clear tape and a coffee cup. Kryenik walks towards the table and picks up the box cutter. He turns to a large brown box to his left side and picks it up.)
Kryenik: Hmmm… I wonder what “Mary Smith” is getting…
(He cuts the tape in the center and lifts the box onto the table. He turns it upside down and forces the contents onto the table. It’s a pink box with silver lining and clear plastic front revealing a baby doll.)
Kryenik: Little Suzy… hmmm Hello Suzy.
(Kryenik opens up the package and pulls out the baby doll. He lifts it to his face and stares at it a while, tilting his head left and right, examining it’s exterior.)
Kryenik: You know, some people say that you can always tell how a person will turn out, by how he or she plays with their toys. I wonder if The Delivery Men were delivering little packages of fecal matter to their mommies when they were born. I wonder if they signed it “#1” and “#2” and sealed it with a kiss. It seems fitting for all of the sh1t that spews out of their chapped little mouths.
...Smirk...
Kryenik: Imagine how I played with my toys. I can hardly remember, but one memory is so clear. I remember my sister playing with dolls just like this one, but without the talking action. I remember the joy that beamed off of her face when she was given the dolls… and I remember the feeling I got when my parents gave me mine… It was a joyous time. Things were well in the world, and the family was happy and then my sister took my toy, which was a Sgt. Slaughter GI Joe figurine and threw it in the garbage. I remember the tears I had in my eyes, being all of 5 years old, I remember the anger I felt. I remember the vengeance turns and snowballing in the pit of my stomach.
(Kryenik winces and then smiles. He grabs the box cutter again and sets the doll onto the table, placing the tip of the blade on the dolls throat.)
Kryenik: Then I took a knife, bigger then this one, and I cut its throat slowly…
(Kryenik presses the blade in and makes an incision into the dolls throat and drags it across to the otherside.)
Kryenik: Then I pressed the knife into it’s forehead…
(Kryenik pushes the blade into the dolls forehead and pulls it down towards its cut throat.)
Kryenik: And I cut it down to its throat incision…
(Kryenik pulls open the dolls head.)
Kryenik: And then I urinated into the open rubber skull…
(Kryenik turns away from the camera and urinates into the doll. He grabs the tape with his available hand and pulls off a very large piece. He turns back around to the camera after several moments and he has taped the dolls head back together. Liquid is all over the doll but the tape has retain the majority of it inside of the dolls head.)
…Shake…Shake…Shake…
Kryenik: Now that’s better Suzy. Shhh, shhhhh.
(Kryenik puts the doll to his shoulder and pats it on the back as if it were crying.)
Kryenik: It’s ok Suzy, it’s ok… I remember sneaking into sisters room and putting it beside her head as she slept. I crept slowly back to my bed and went to sleep, until morning when I heard a blood curdling scream following by a whaling cry and my parents yelling “What’s the matter Natty?!”. I could only giggle to myself quietly as a cuddled into my pillow, feeling all the more satisfied after a good nights sleep. I can’t remember the events that followed that… although I’m sure I was beaten until I bled. My parents were loving but very strict and I’m sure my actions were not tolerated.
(Kryenik throws the doll across the room and it lands hard with urine flowing out of the poorly taped head. The camera turns back to Kryenik who is walking towards a door that reads “Mens”. He walks inside and turns on the tap, putting soap into his hands and washing thoroughly.)
Kryenik: Even at my most disgusting moments, I feel the need to cleanse.
(He walks to the paper towel dispenser and dries his hands.)
Kryenik: I will wipe my hands dry of you, Delivery Men. I’m afraid you’re feeble attempts at upsetting the task at hand has been taken with the most disrespectful ignorance. The problem isn’t the way I choose to make an impact on society my dear friends, the problem is that there simply isn’t enough time to take out all of the garbage in the world. I have to leave a few crumbs left lying about for people like you to eat up. I can’t take all of the recognition for an ever crumbling world. I leave that responsibility for the idiocy of our public servants. You’re second rate, blue collar yobs, trying to make it in a business that is so full of white trash that it is swollen and about to burst from all of the stupidity. You’re humorous, I’ll give you that, but humor can’t help you if I’m carving my name in your forehead with your own box cutter. However it can make the situation more enjoyable as I cackle and hoot while pushing the blade in deeper.
(Kryenik walks out of the “Mens” room and back into the delivery room. Kryenik walks through the room and through another door. It leads into a room with a row of lockers and a few benches. The walls painted blue half way up and white to the top, the crest for “Edmonton Delivery Men” on the wall like a plaque of honor. Kryenik reads over the lockers, looking over all of the decals and paraphernalia that drape the front of the lockers. He runs his hands along the front, banging the locks into the steel. He stops at a locker and reads allowed.)
Kryenik: Number One.
(He points to it, and then points to the one beside it.)
Kryenik: Number Two.
(Kryenik pulls out the box cutter which he took from the previous room. He rolls up his right sleeve, exposing the back of his arm. He puts the knife to his arm and makes a large cut which he sighs and chuckles at. Blood is pouring out and onto the floor.)
…Drip…Drip…Drip…
Kryenik: There we go… flow… flow…
(Kryenik takes his left hand and wipes his hand onto the blood, covering his palm. He cups his hand and the blood pools in the dip. His takes his right hand and dips his finger in the blood and begins to write across the two lockers side by side.)
Kryenik: A little message my friends… A little message.
(Kryenik writes a “D” then an “O” then another “O” then finally an “M”.)
---DOOM---
(Kryenik then places his bloody hands onto the locker, leaving complete hand prints of dna for some the Delivery Men to find.)
Kryenik: You won’t need CSI for this one my dear friends…
(Kryenik turns towards the door and walks back into the delivery room. He walks towards a pile of flat boxes that have yet to be used. He looks over the size and constructs the box to get a better view.)
Kryenik: This will be perfect.
(Kryenik folds the box back into it’s flat form and turns to the camera once more.)
Kryenik: Delivery Men, you took the first step towards your complete destruction. Expect a package.. expect your last delivery to be one to yourselves…
…Hah...Hah…ha…
(The bleeding Kryenik laughs to himself and then turns towards the exit door. He pushes it open with his bloody palms, leaving more hand prints abroad. Kryenik walks out with the camera turning back towards the doll on the floor. Still in a pool of Kryeniks urine. Camera closes. Beep.)