Post by crysisharvey on Jul 16, 2012 21:35:41 GMT -6
[ The shot opens up, the picture is black but there is thunder rumbling rather loudly. A short period of silence, and another rumble hits. The timing is uncoordinated but the rumbles whine quieter and grow louder again. The picture picks up, a few drops of water on the camera glass make the picture a little blurry. There is a person standing next to a tree about 10 yards away from the camera. His back is toward the recording device, and he is shrouded in a ankle length black trench coat. Beads of water roll down the tench coat as the man waits under the tree. ]
[ The man raises his left arm and places his hand on the enormous tree trunk. A large lightening bolt crashes down to the right of the man, and a horrendous crash of thunder follows suit. The camera is refocusing after the bight flash as a familiar voice emanates out of the man. ]
Familiar Voice : The rain has passed for now.
[ The camera focus is complete and has zoomed in slightly to see the back of our currently nameless individual. The collar of the trench coat is propped high covering the back of the mans head. The aforementioned rain droplets slide down the camera glass leaving a wet trail from top to bottom of the picture. ]
Familiar Voice : But this is only the calm before the storm.
[ Another blinding flash hits the area. The lightening is so bright that the camera is having a hard time refocusing. The man standing at the tree, slowly turns around, dropping his left and to his side as he spins right. The view is still blurry as he speaks again. ]
Familiar Voice : Come Freedom, i have an opportunity. An opportunity I cannot let slip through these hands
[ By the time the camera focuses, the enormous hands of the man are blocking his identity. As his arms are straight out in front of him and he is closer to the camera than before the last strike.]
Familiar Voice :I have a chance to qualify for the Glory for Gold Match at Summer Break Down.
[ As the last word was uttered, the man slowly begins lowering his hands and at last the face, or mask rather, of our eerie voice is visible, it is none other than Crysis. ]
Crysis :When I win this qualifier it will put me one step closer to becoming the first simultaneous three time champion in USPW history.
{ The lightening flashes bright one last time, and instead of refocusing from the white, the picture goes black. }
[ The man raises his left arm and places his hand on the enormous tree trunk. A large lightening bolt crashes down to the right of the man, and a horrendous crash of thunder follows suit. The camera is refocusing after the bight flash as a familiar voice emanates out of the man. ]
Familiar Voice : The rain has passed for now.
[ The camera focus is complete and has zoomed in slightly to see the back of our currently nameless individual. The collar of the trench coat is propped high covering the back of the mans head. The aforementioned rain droplets slide down the camera glass leaving a wet trail from top to bottom of the picture. ]
Familiar Voice : But this is only the calm before the storm.
[ Another blinding flash hits the area. The lightening is so bright that the camera is having a hard time refocusing. The man standing at the tree, slowly turns around, dropping his left and to his side as he spins right. The view is still blurry as he speaks again. ]
Familiar Voice : Come Freedom, i have an opportunity. An opportunity I cannot let slip through these hands
[ By the time the camera focuses, the enormous hands of the man are blocking his identity. As his arms are straight out in front of him and he is closer to the camera than before the last strike.]
Familiar Voice :I have a chance to qualify for the Glory for Gold Match at Summer Break Down.
[ As the last word was uttered, the man slowly begins lowering his hands and at last the face, or mask rather, of our eerie voice is visible, it is none other than Crysis. ]
Crysis :When I win this qualifier it will put me one step closer to becoming the first simultaneous three time champion in USPW history.
{ The lightening flashes bright one last time, and instead of refocusing from the white, the picture goes black. }