Post by thrashmetaldan on Jul 5, 2012 15:54:52 GMT -6
In a small, dimly lit room, a single lightbulb illuminates a young, blonde man in a black suit. The camera zooms in on his face. He stands statuesque and motionless, but his ice blue eyes suggest chaos. Something primal in his mind seems to be flaring out of control. Like a freshly caged animal. A small, but noticeable twitch is triggered under his left eye as he begins to speak...
“Ladies and gentlemen...writhing masses of USPW fanatics...future victims and has-been heroes of the ring...it is my humble and and welcome pleasure to announce to you a new, and glorious era in the history of our mutual obsession. A time when the great will cast down the weak. When the noble warriors of the hear and now will ruin our false idols of the past with abandon, and rend them in sweat and blood. We enter, with our heads held high, beautiful Ragnarok, the days during which the old world will be torn asunder, and the new giants will rule.”
He walks a bit closer to the camera, slowly, but almost shaking with anticipation.
“Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Damien Lucius Vincent. I would say it’s good to meet you, but I’m afraid that would be incorrect. The sprawling legions of worms that our events seem to gather matter even less to me than my fellow competitors, who are but a small hindrance to the ascension of glory. I don’t seek your adoration as my fellows do. I don’t want it. I don’t care if you buy a backpack with my face on it. And I certainly don’t want to scribble my signature on every picture of me that the vermin media has made available to you. On the contrary, if your distaste is what my victory will earn me, I will sleep well.”
Damien’s face turns into a ruthless scowl. Angry, and lacking the serenity it possessed moments before. He then walks brutishly and abruptly toward the camera, and thrusts out and accusing forefinger.
“I have seen what you worship, worms! I know the cretins that occupy places on your walls!! That take up spaces on your digital recording units!! That signed those priceless autographs for you!! I tell you now...I find these CREATURES lacking. You bow before the form without the substance. Only an army of fools would call these men heroes. These are the relics of an age that has passed without it’s residents being made aware. I, ladies and gentlemen, am the new age.”
He thrusts both his arms into the air dramatically, like the conductor of a symphony. The scowl turns into a grin. Wide and wild. With a sense of mania about it.
“There is a dawn coming that breaks the hideous night! I am the sun! There will be no quarter from my wrath, and those that stand against it shall feel the spartan brutality of my will! Look upon me, and see your better, my enemies! Look upon me, and see destiny! And my destiny...”
He lowers his voice, making it almost inaudible.
“...is written in gold. I am Damien Vincent. You have received warning.”
“Ladies and gentlemen...writhing masses of USPW fanatics...future victims and has-been heroes of the ring...it is my humble and and welcome pleasure to announce to you a new, and glorious era in the history of our mutual obsession. A time when the great will cast down the weak. When the noble warriors of the hear and now will ruin our false idols of the past with abandon, and rend them in sweat and blood. We enter, with our heads held high, beautiful Ragnarok, the days during which the old world will be torn asunder, and the new giants will rule.”
He walks a bit closer to the camera, slowly, but almost shaking with anticipation.
“Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Damien Lucius Vincent. I would say it’s good to meet you, but I’m afraid that would be incorrect. The sprawling legions of worms that our events seem to gather matter even less to me than my fellow competitors, who are but a small hindrance to the ascension of glory. I don’t seek your adoration as my fellows do. I don’t want it. I don’t care if you buy a backpack with my face on it. And I certainly don’t want to scribble my signature on every picture of me that the vermin media has made available to you. On the contrary, if your distaste is what my victory will earn me, I will sleep well.”
Damien’s face turns into a ruthless scowl. Angry, and lacking the serenity it possessed moments before. He then walks brutishly and abruptly toward the camera, and thrusts out and accusing forefinger.
“I have seen what you worship, worms! I know the cretins that occupy places on your walls!! That take up spaces on your digital recording units!! That signed those priceless autographs for you!! I tell you now...I find these CREATURES lacking. You bow before the form without the substance. Only an army of fools would call these men heroes. These are the relics of an age that has passed without it’s residents being made aware. I, ladies and gentlemen, am the new age.”
He thrusts both his arms into the air dramatically, like the conductor of a symphony. The scowl turns into a grin. Wide and wild. With a sense of mania about it.
“There is a dawn coming that breaks the hideous night! I am the sun! There will be no quarter from my wrath, and those that stand against it shall feel the spartan brutality of my will! Look upon me, and see your better, my enemies! Look upon me, and see destiny! And my destiny...”
He lowers his voice, making it almost inaudible.
“...is written in gold. I am Damien Vincent. You have received warning.”