Post by Caliban on Dec 13, 2015 17:16:19 GMT -5
Repetition, doing the same things over and over again with the same results, a lot of people tend to try and define maddness as this, but insanity, insanity is never doing the same thing twice, it is a total and utter lack of control and routine. As an insane man I am proud to say I never make the same mistakes twice
Goreyville Tech Philosophy Major Thadeus T. Punkin
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We open with the sound of the sea crashing against a nearby shoreline, it's night but above sea birds can still be heard calling out to the darkness, as the picture becomes clearer 2 sets of footsteps can be heard crunching across gravel ground across a vacant lot Punkin begins to speak as we see him out of the camera's peripheral
Punkin: Indiana Harbour, Indiana, July 10th 1936 on this site we walk on today there used to be a house, a small home with a large family, let's just say mom and pop had a lot of fun having almost one kid a year for 10 years. Daddy was a Mexican Steel worker named Celestino Gonzales a man who had been pushed too far, ailing health and Jealousy of the ones around him drove him to commit something that would make his name more famous than anyone he had ever met. In what experts have gone on to describe as a text book case of maddness Gonzales murdered his entire family hacking his wife Maria and their 6 children the oldest of which was only 17 to death with an Axe he then if you just turn the camera that way....
Jones turns the camera to face a large industrial area a few blocks away, smog spewing towers that dominate the harbour skyline chug on late into the night never stopping the poison for a second
Punkin: See for Celestino just like every mad man driven to commit these acts wanted the world to know what he had done, he didn't want to commit suicide in the house with the blood of his family on the walls running like wet sloppily applied paint. He didn't want someone to mistake this for some kind of home invasion, no the end game, the final straw, the final plan of this sick bastard was something much more public when just hours after committing the most heinous of crimes imaginable Gonzales walked into the Inland Steel Company plant to find the last surviving member of his house hold, a man by the name of Jose Arno, the 2 men met in the crowded staff locker room during shift change of all things. Jose unaware of the horror at home had no idea what was about to happen as Gonzales walked silently towards him and fired four shots and then turned the weapon on himself, Both men died instantly. This would be the logical end to this story but just like Arno nobody but the second dead body on the floor knew what had occurred at the Gonzales home. It took 2 days for the police to find the bodies the youngest of which was just 2 years old left in a bloody pile with the axe used for the deed left discarded nearby
The camera turns to Punkin who is standing right in the centre of the vacant lot now lighting a spliff, he isn't wearing his mask bearing Caliban's face, Caliban's smile but it is painfully obvious that the individual in front of us is not the Artful Dodger of Pro Wrestling, the Harsh Northern Irish accent no longer there replaced by a high pitched almost west country English drawl kinda like when Worzel puts his talking head on (I can think of maybe 3 people in this company who will get that reference)
Punkin: I can still smell it, the scent of all that blood, it hangs here thick in the air, murders like this scar a place, that's why that home is gone now, that's why I stand on scorched land because a site of the purest madness like this one rejects good feeling, sites of violence this complete and devastating are more poisoned than anything those tubes of smog can pump out. That is why when I have to do these videos for WCF I come to these place, they centre me, they calm me, they are a vortex for the laughter, the giggles, the things that hold me back from being what Caliban calls.... serious
This does end in a small laugh but it is more sincere than the normal high pitched flamboyance of Punkin's common behaviour
Punkin: Because if there is one thing you all need to understand about me if there is one thing all of you should know it is that when you stand across the ring from me and I am screaming in hysterics hanging upside down on that turn buckle it isn't because I am out of my mind incoherent. It's because I am truly truly happy even if it is simply due to the anticipation of blood about to be spilt and violence about to be dealt. But this week I am in the ring with 4 guys who would like nothing better than to pish on that happiness
He has to relight his joint after talking till it goes out
Punkin: The first of those men being someone who I must admit I am mightily impressed by, a man who does something even I am not scared to admit I don't know if I could do and that is wrestle without one of the most basic senses, Preecha Kamon you truly are an enigma, a man to fear and respect and I truly bow my head to you as I stand here on this spot but when we stand in the ring tomorrow night at Slam just know I am coming to cut your fucking head off tell your boss he can send me the bill for putting his disabled lap dog out of his misery, you know what I hate about people like you Kamon, it's that you live under the heel of men who's only power comes from paper, have some balls man, cut the man's throat and take all the money you need, why protect someone who you can easily be with the flick of a wrist? See yet again another text book example of maddness waking up every day and slipping on some rich cunts dog collar. Preecha it's time someone taught you what it's like to be free and at Slam with or without Zmac's help I am going to show you what you would be capable of on your own, what a man as dangerous as us can do when he marches to the orders of the voices in his head alone, thats what I did, I put the chains on my handler and now he is all dried up and shrivels away in a room all alone with nobody to help him it's called called evolving from being a trained monkey in a cage to being the man walking upright in that well tailored suit you rock up in every Sunday night
He runs Caliban's hand across Caliban's beard and through Caliban's hair taking a toke of his joint and continuing
Punkin: And then there's this lost soul, the man with no past, the man with no first or second name, is Patrilli his surname or first name I'm confused, did Seth do that thing where he drops a name when these guys come up from Developmental or what? Also I need to ask did he learn to wrestle before or after he lost his memory? Because if he was performing before whatever happened happened then it was probably a fucking piledriver or something that happened in the first place I mean you don't just wake up and the only thing you remember is that you are a highly talented highly trained pro wrestler do you? Does that happen? And if it does wouldn't you go on youtube and just spend hours every day trawling through footage of wrestling shows in the area you woke up in to find out who you are? Apparently Patrilli didn't, you see Patrilli just like his partner repeats the same actions everyday stumbling through life without a clue of who he is never deviating from the first day he woke up completely alone in the world, hell he might not even be amnesiac, theres a pretty good chance he is just the dumbest man to ever walk this earth. I mean this guy must have the instincts of a piece of beechwood not to of been able to figure out anything about his former self by now. Pat I don't appreciate idiots, you can ask my partner on Sunday night if you don't believe me and so just like I have resolved to teach your partner a lesson in freedom on Sunday night I am going to teach you what it means TO ACTUALLY FUCKING THINK FOR ONCE YOU STUPID SILLY SANIAL MOTHER FUCKING TWAT AVOID ASSHOLE COCK GOBBLER, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! WHY ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE SO GOD DAMN STUPID!
He seethes for a second taking several long rough toke of his smoke never seeming to exhale, save it all up till he starts yelling again this time allowing the smoke to funnel out around his face
Punkin: LOOK AT MY PARTNER! FOR FUCK SAKE LOOK AT HIM! THE MAN LOOKS LIKE HE HAS SPENT THE LAST 25 YEARS OF HIS LIFE BEING CONTROLLED BY A SENTIENT 18 FOOT TAPE WORM THAT'S CRAWLED UP HIS ASS AND GROWN THROUGH HIS WHOLE FUCKING BODY. MAC YOU HAVE LEARNT TWICE WHAT IT MEANS TO TRY AND FUCK ME OVER! AND BOTH OF THOSE TIMES I HAVE LEFT YOUR CHEWED UP AND SPAT OUT ASS LAYING, DO NOT TRY THAT SHIT AGAIN! Which brings me to the point of this rant, I am not a fan of repetition, it goes against the very essence of my being and being forced into the same shit shot of a situation 2 weeks in a row is not something I am taking lightly, Mac you think you can feed me to another pack of wolves you have another thing coming I am going to drag you kicking and screaming into this thing, last week we played your game this week we play mine and by the end of the night nobody will give a shit who the real Patrilli is, nobody will care who Preecher's boss is and nobody will give a fuck about Zmac which infuriatingly isn't that different from last week, fuck repetition and fuck you all
He takes another hard toke of his joint looking down the lens of the camera with viper eyes
Punkin: Tomorrow night I am going to teach you all a lesson in futility, that your own silly actions your repeat every week from Preecha's bad ass lapdog routine to the guy who can't remember where he left his keys right down to my partner who's only character trait is ass hole it doesn't matter who you are, get in my face Sunday night and I will make you suffer and I will make you bleed, I am a madman's worst nightmare, the man who holds the key to the control they all crave but could never attain, Zmac I am going to use you tomorrow night whether it be as a partner in crime or a human shield, Patrilli I am going to make you remember what it means to truly be a whole man because if you don't you will leave a dead one and Preecha I am going to force you to think about your own life for once, I am going to make you value every limb you have as I snap them in 2 as a message to your employer of what the free do to lap dogs sent to face them for another's own amusement, I am going to show you what it means when the insane decide that the mad have no place in the world any more, Zmac stand with me or get set on fire like the 2 men we face, this isn't a warning it's a promise
Goreyville Tech Philosophy Major Thadeus T. Punkin
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We open with the sound of the sea crashing against a nearby shoreline, it's night but above sea birds can still be heard calling out to the darkness, as the picture becomes clearer 2 sets of footsteps can be heard crunching across gravel ground across a vacant lot Punkin begins to speak as we see him out of the camera's peripheral
Punkin: Indiana Harbour, Indiana, July 10th 1936 on this site we walk on today there used to be a house, a small home with a large family, let's just say mom and pop had a lot of fun having almost one kid a year for 10 years. Daddy was a Mexican Steel worker named Celestino Gonzales a man who had been pushed too far, ailing health and Jealousy of the ones around him drove him to commit something that would make his name more famous than anyone he had ever met. In what experts have gone on to describe as a text book case of maddness Gonzales murdered his entire family hacking his wife Maria and their 6 children the oldest of which was only 17 to death with an Axe he then if you just turn the camera that way....
Jones turns the camera to face a large industrial area a few blocks away, smog spewing towers that dominate the harbour skyline chug on late into the night never stopping the poison for a second
Punkin: See for Celestino just like every mad man driven to commit these acts wanted the world to know what he had done, he didn't want to commit suicide in the house with the blood of his family on the walls running like wet sloppily applied paint. He didn't want someone to mistake this for some kind of home invasion, no the end game, the final straw, the final plan of this sick bastard was something much more public when just hours after committing the most heinous of crimes imaginable Gonzales walked into the Inland Steel Company plant to find the last surviving member of his house hold, a man by the name of Jose Arno, the 2 men met in the crowded staff locker room during shift change of all things. Jose unaware of the horror at home had no idea what was about to happen as Gonzales walked silently towards him and fired four shots and then turned the weapon on himself, Both men died instantly. This would be the logical end to this story but just like Arno nobody but the second dead body on the floor knew what had occurred at the Gonzales home. It took 2 days for the police to find the bodies the youngest of which was just 2 years old left in a bloody pile with the axe used for the deed left discarded nearby
The camera turns to Punkin who is standing right in the centre of the vacant lot now lighting a spliff, he isn't wearing his mask bearing Caliban's face, Caliban's smile but it is painfully obvious that the individual in front of us is not the Artful Dodger of Pro Wrestling, the Harsh Northern Irish accent no longer there replaced by a high pitched almost west country English drawl kinda like when Worzel puts his talking head on (I can think of maybe 3 people in this company who will get that reference)
Punkin: I can still smell it, the scent of all that blood, it hangs here thick in the air, murders like this scar a place, that's why that home is gone now, that's why I stand on scorched land because a site of the purest madness like this one rejects good feeling, sites of violence this complete and devastating are more poisoned than anything those tubes of smog can pump out. That is why when I have to do these videos for WCF I come to these place, they centre me, they calm me, they are a vortex for the laughter, the giggles, the things that hold me back from being what Caliban calls.... serious
This does end in a small laugh but it is more sincere than the normal high pitched flamboyance of Punkin's common behaviour
Punkin: Because if there is one thing you all need to understand about me if there is one thing all of you should know it is that when you stand across the ring from me and I am screaming in hysterics hanging upside down on that turn buckle it isn't because I am out of my mind incoherent. It's because I am truly truly happy even if it is simply due to the anticipation of blood about to be spilt and violence about to be dealt. But this week I am in the ring with 4 guys who would like nothing better than to pish on that happiness
He has to relight his joint after talking till it goes out
Punkin: The first of those men being someone who I must admit I am mightily impressed by, a man who does something even I am not scared to admit I don't know if I could do and that is wrestle without one of the most basic senses, Preecha Kamon you truly are an enigma, a man to fear and respect and I truly bow my head to you as I stand here on this spot but when we stand in the ring tomorrow night at Slam just know I am coming to cut your fucking head off tell your boss he can send me the bill for putting his disabled lap dog out of his misery, you know what I hate about people like you Kamon, it's that you live under the heel of men who's only power comes from paper, have some balls man, cut the man's throat and take all the money you need, why protect someone who you can easily be with the flick of a wrist? See yet again another text book example of maddness waking up every day and slipping on some rich cunts dog collar. Preecha it's time someone taught you what it's like to be free and at Slam with or without Zmac's help I am going to show you what you would be capable of on your own, what a man as dangerous as us can do when he marches to the orders of the voices in his head alone, thats what I did, I put the chains on my handler and now he is all dried up and shrivels away in a room all alone with nobody to help him it's called called evolving from being a trained monkey in a cage to being the man walking upright in that well tailored suit you rock up in every Sunday night
He runs Caliban's hand across Caliban's beard and through Caliban's hair taking a toke of his joint and continuing
Punkin: And then there's this lost soul, the man with no past, the man with no first or second name, is Patrilli his surname or first name I'm confused, did Seth do that thing where he drops a name when these guys come up from Developmental or what? Also I need to ask did he learn to wrestle before or after he lost his memory? Because if he was performing before whatever happened happened then it was probably a fucking piledriver or something that happened in the first place I mean you don't just wake up and the only thing you remember is that you are a highly talented highly trained pro wrestler do you? Does that happen? And if it does wouldn't you go on youtube and just spend hours every day trawling through footage of wrestling shows in the area you woke up in to find out who you are? Apparently Patrilli didn't, you see Patrilli just like his partner repeats the same actions everyday stumbling through life without a clue of who he is never deviating from the first day he woke up completely alone in the world, hell he might not even be amnesiac, theres a pretty good chance he is just the dumbest man to ever walk this earth. I mean this guy must have the instincts of a piece of beechwood not to of been able to figure out anything about his former self by now. Pat I don't appreciate idiots, you can ask my partner on Sunday night if you don't believe me and so just like I have resolved to teach your partner a lesson in freedom on Sunday night I am going to teach you what it means TO ACTUALLY FUCKING THINK FOR ONCE YOU STUPID SILLY SANIAL MOTHER FUCKING TWAT AVOID ASSHOLE COCK GOBBLER, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! WHY ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE SO GOD DAMN STUPID!
He seethes for a second taking several long rough toke of his smoke never seeming to exhale, save it all up till he starts yelling again this time allowing the smoke to funnel out around his face
Punkin: LOOK AT MY PARTNER! FOR FUCK SAKE LOOK AT HIM! THE MAN LOOKS LIKE HE HAS SPENT THE LAST 25 YEARS OF HIS LIFE BEING CONTROLLED BY A SENTIENT 18 FOOT TAPE WORM THAT'S CRAWLED UP HIS ASS AND GROWN THROUGH HIS WHOLE FUCKING BODY. MAC YOU HAVE LEARNT TWICE WHAT IT MEANS TO TRY AND FUCK ME OVER! AND BOTH OF THOSE TIMES I HAVE LEFT YOUR CHEWED UP AND SPAT OUT ASS LAYING, DO NOT TRY THAT SHIT AGAIN! Which brings me to the point of this rant, I am not a fan of repetition, it goes against the very essence of my being and being forced into the same shit shot of a situation 2 weeks in a row is not something I am taking lightly, Mac you think you can feed me to another pack of wolves you have another thing coming I am going to drag you kicking and screaming into this thing, last week we played your game this week we play mine and by the end of the night nobody will give a shit who the real Patrilli is, nobody will care who Preecher's boss is and nobody will give a fuck about Zmac which infuriatingly isn't that different from last week, fuck repetition and fuck you all
He takes another hard toke of his joint looking down the lens of the camera with viper eyes
Punkin: Tomorrow night I am going to teach you all a lesson in futility, that your own silly actions your repeat every week from Preecha's bad ass lapdog routine to the guy who can't remember where he left his keys right down to my partner who's only character trait is ass hole it doesn't matter who you are, get in my face Sunday night and I will make you suffer and I will make you bleed, I am a madman's worst nightmare, the man who holds the key to the control they all crave but could never attain, Zmac I am going to use you tomorrow night whether it be as a partner in crime or a human shield, Patrilli I am going to make you remember what it means to truly be a whole man because if you don't you will leave a dead one and Preecha I am going to force you to think about your own life for once, I am going to make you value every limb you have as I snap them in 2 as a message to your employer of what the free do to lap dogs sent to face them for another's own amusement, I am going to show you what it means when the insane decide that the mad have no place in the world any more, Zmac stand with me or get set on fire like the 2 men we face, this isn't a warning it's a promise
