Post by Jack of Blades on Oct 29, 2006 6:55:45 GMT -5
I've been sitting here for a good on two hours not writing a single thing. I don't need to have numerous panning shots of arbitrary items as not to leave anything to the fans' imagination. Please, God forbid, that they actually have the opportunity to think for themselves.
Mr. Ken asked me to say something meaningful. How do I say anything meaningful to a bunch of people who are meaningless? Dake and Creeping Death and Torture and, well maybe not Nytro, but the other three, love to talk about the past. They are a perpetual veteran grandfather, forever reminding anyone who will listen about their prior accomplishments. Bringing up names off a roster of talent like Madd Dogg, Cradle and Grave Digger. I have no consideration nor want for these people. They are motes of decay no longer within the WCF syphon. The New Dynasty implies that they are a refreshed, momentary influence due to that adjective, 'New.' So why?
So why are they not 'New?' They no longer live in the present. In my encounters with Creeping Death and Dake, all they ever do and did was mention a prior instance where they overcome the odds. In hindsight, it turned out, that I replaced them in overcoming the odds. They are indeed a 'Dynasty', something aged and extinct, but the paradoxical addition of the term, 'New' doesn't fit.
You see, I am not one to blow my own horn (off topic, my penis is of such a glorious size that it has a secondary use of a sundial) but it seems to me that I, and a few others, are the only ones living in the present. Torture can refer all he wants to his epic reign as People's Champion but that is simple reminiscing. To a time when I was not there. Look at Biggs, the so-called inforcer, of our little troupe. A triple champion, perhaps the most rapid in history. It is us, the Team of Treachery keeping the WCF alive. It is us who can be counted on to kill ourselves to get the seals clapping.
As I alluded to Biggs, a rising talent beyond comprehension and one who has proved himself valid. But why mention his success when we can relieve those dreaded WCF Classics in which Creeping Death did the fantastic task of a Corkscrew Plancha Quebracha Backbreaker while farting at the same time. Biggs is dead in the water; relieve the classics.
And then there is my lawnmower-orientated friend. Repeating it, I am not one to wax confidence (seriously, the reason it's called 'the Leaning Tower of Piza' is because I once rearranged my trousers by it), but I honestly had fears that he was going to replace me as the amateur rookie of this organisation. Putting on good shows, unafraid of presenting his preference for man-on-lawncare love. A figure of unparalled uniquity, but instead of supporting this, let us tease Nytro about his spotty absences. Why even admit that Jones is better than you when we can simply glaze over it with repeats off their most fading accolades?
Then we move onto me. Don't think that I haven't heard the praise lavished on me. As modest as always (think of it as capable of being used as a tightrope), I decided not to comment on them. But, I feel the time is right. I have garnered such acclaim from my encounters that my arms are beginning to swell. Yet, they keep me away from Torture, I truly wonder why...
Then and here is true player in all of this, the predicate of the Team of Treachery, Logan. The Loogie. Loganitus. Captain's Logan. They all like to decry him and this brings a stirring in that void where my blood pump used to be. Yes, he probably did request that I join this little army to spite the Dynasty. Yes, he did prostitute himself to sign Biggs, and Ace and all the others that have passed through these doors. But at least he bothered. Even when at my most misanthrophic, I still respected those who try to communicate with my Bastard Clown lifestyle. Away from the public eye, away from the cameras that we all put this act on, it was Logan who bothered with me. None of the New Dynasty did this, instead they preferred to stay back, ridicule me, make jokes, avoid any contact.
And yet, Logan approached me at the institute with a couple of virgins and a bottle of hooch, and we talked things out. We worked our little dreams together. The New Dynasty just preferred to live in their isolated realm. And it is for this reason, that they didn't expect such a powerful front from us. Like Hitler or Tom Cruise, they refused to respect the power of their enemies and this will lead to their downfall. They are syphers living in the WCF, whereas, we the true 'New' fellows, have replaced them as the talking points. Such a shame. But I'm sure they can still pull a few favours in to get the sporadic appearance on Slam shilling their legend over our ability.
There it is. In completion. Something Meaningful. No humour. No jokes. Very little crazy. Okay, just one.
Why did Blades cross the busy road?
To rape Dake's mother!
-Hehe,
Mr. Ken asked me to say something meaningful. How do I say anything meaningful to a bunch of people who are meaningless? Dake and Creeping Death and Torture and, well maybe not Nytro, but the other three, love to talk about the past. They are a perpetual veteran grandfather, forever reminding anyone who will listen about their prior accomplishments. Bringing up names off a roster of talent like Madd Dogg, Cradle and Grave Digger. I have no consideration nor want for these people. They are motes of decay no longer within the WCF syphon. The New Dynasty implies that they are a refreshed, momentary influence due to that adjective, 'New.' So why?
So why are they not 'New?' They no longer live in the present. In my encounters with Creeping Death and Dake, all they ever do and did was mention a prior instance where they overcome the odds. In hindsight, it turned out, that I replaced them in overcoming the odds. They are indeed a 'Dynasty', something aged and extinct, but the paradoxical addition of the term, 'New' doesn't fit.
You see, I am not one to blow my own horn (off topic, my penis is of such a glorious size that it has a secondary use of a sundial) but it seems to me that I, and a few others, are the only ones living in the present. Torture can refer all he wants to his epic reign as People's Champion but that is simple reminiscing. To a time when I was not there. Look at Biggs, the so-called inforcer, of our little troupe. A triple champion, perhaps the most rapid in history. It is us, the Team of Treachery keeping the WCF alive. It is us who can be counted on to kill ourselves to get the seals clapping.
As I alluded to Biggs, a rising talent beyond comprehension and one who has proved himself valid. But why mention his success when we can relieve those dreaded WCF Classics in which Creeping Death did the fantastic task of a Corkscrew Plancha Quebracha Backbreaker while farting at the same time. Biggs is dead in the water; relieve the classics.
And then there is my lawnmower-orientated friend. Repeating it, I am not one to wax confidence (seriously, the reason it's called 'the Leaning Tower of Piza' is because I once rearranged my trousers by it), but I honestly had fears that he was going to replace me as the amateur rookie of this organisation. Putting on good shows, unafraid of presenting his preference for man-on-lawncare love. A figure of unparalled uniquity, but instead of supporting this, let us tease Nytro about his spotty absences. Why even admit that Jones is better than you when we can simply glaze over it with repeats off their most fading accolades?
Then we move onto me. Don't think that I haven't heard the praise lavished on me. As modest as always (think of it as capable of being used as a tightrope), I decided not to comment on them. But, I feel the time is right. I have garnered such acclaim from my encounters that my arms are beginning to swell. Yet, they keep me away from Torture, I truly wonder why...
Then and here is true player in all of this, the predicate of the Team of Treachery, Logan. The Loogie. Loganitus. Captain's Logan. They all like to decry him and this brings a stirring in that void where my blood pump used to be. Yes, he probably did request that I join this little army to spite the Dynasty. Yes, he did prostitute himself to sign Biggs, and Ace and all the others that have passed through these doors. But at least he bothered. Even when at my most misanthrophic, I still respected those who try to communicate with my Bastard Clown lifestyle. Away from the public eye, away from the cameras that we all put this act on, it was Logan who bothered with me. None of the New Dynasty did this, instead they preferred to stay back, ridicule me, make jokes, avoid any contact.
And yet, Logan approached me at the institute with a couple of virgins and a bottle of hooch, and we talked things out. We worked our little dreams together. The New Dynasty just preferred to live in their isolated realm. And it is for this reason, that they didn't expect such a powerful front from us. Like Hitler or Tom Cruise, they refused to respect the power of their enemies and this will lead to their downfall. They are syphers living in the WCF, whereas, we the true 'New' fellows, have replaced them as the talking points. Such a shame. But I'm sure they can still pull a few favours in to get the sporadic appearance on Slam shilling their legend over our ability.
There it is. In completion. Something Meaningful. No humour. No jokes. Very little crazy. Okay, just one.
Why did Blades cross the busy road?
To rape Dake's mother!
-Hehe,
