A Tease For What's To Come
Jul 7, 2015 0:38:34 GMT -5
AdamYoung, Crow McMorris, and 5 more like this
Post by FPV on Jul 7, 2015 0:38:34 GMT -5
"My name is Vic Venable. I have spent most of my adult life in a state of constant rage and confusion. I was taken away from my family by people I thought were my friends, sent to prison for a crime I had never committed. Ever since I got out, I've made it my goal to find those responsible for putting me there, and to deliver onto them the same level of despair and pain they gave to me. I've already got the list of people I need to take care of, courtesy of that waste of life Jeff Duhanne. Now I just gotta locate these people, and give them hell. I don't know why they did what they did, and at this point frankly I don't care. I just want to see them burn. I am not afraid of anything they decide throw at me. The only thing in this world I'm afraid of...
...is myself."
"My name used to Aaron Talbott. It was right up until a few months after I dropped out of high school, and to an extent, life itself. I had a childhood so rough you'd have thought I was making this shit up. Deadbeat Mom who did nothing but smoke and yell all day, piss poor grades in school, no social life at all, no one to look up to. I was the very definition of high school burnout. There was nothing I wanted to do more then smoke a big ole fuckin joint and forget the world. I ran away from my mother and soon after found...The Church. I was finally a valued part of a group, at the expense of my name and damn near everything else about me. I became a caricature of myself, a cartoon of my real life self if you will, and for years that just who I was, even after I left the church.
I think it's time that changed."
"My name is Ricky Davis. I live an ordinary life, and I like it that way. I go to work every day, come home to my smoke bomb wife Jessica and my baby girl Nikki, I play in fantasy leagues during football season, I pay my bills on time, and when I feel like it I bring the guys over for some late night poker. It's my little comfort zone, and it feels good. There is one unusual thing about me though...every now and again I have random flashbacks to something I don't remember at all, memories that should belong to someone other then me. I see big ole' gawdy metal belts, some jacket you'd see in an old western...and for whatever reason, a copious amount of Monster energy drinks. There are words that go with these images..."Funk"..."Headshot"..."Genesis." I have no idea what any of this means, but lately I've also been seeing some "Missing" posters near my area...for someone who looks exactly like me. I don't know what's going on, and quite frankly...
I'm afraid to find out."
A RHAPSODY OF VENGEANCE AND RAGE
AN ODE TO DECADENCE AND ALIASES
A BALLAD OF GHOSTS AND MEMORIES.
...
THE TRILOGY OF SONG AND SUFFERING.
Coming soon...
...is myself."
"My name used to Aaron Talbott. It was right up until a few months after I dropped out of high school, and to an extent, life itself. I had a childhood so rough you'd have thought I was making this shit up. Deadbeat Mom who did nothing but smoke and yell all day, piss poor grades in school, no social life at all, no one to look up to. I was the very definition of high school burnout. There was nothing I wanted to do more then smoke a big ole fuckin joint and forget the world. I ran away from my mother and soon after found...The Church. I was finally a valued part of a group, at the expense of my name and damn near everything else about me. I became a caricature of myself, a cartoon of my real life self if you will, and for years that just who I was, even after I left the church.
I think it's time that changed."
"My name is Ricky Davis. I live an ordinary life, and I like it that way. I go to work every day, come home to my smoke bomb wife Jessica and my baby girl Nikki, I play in fantasy leagues during football season, I pay my bills on time, and when I feel like it I bring the guys over for some late night poker. It's my little comfort zone, and it feels good. There is one unusual thing about me though...every now and again I have random flashbacks to something I don't remember at all, memories that should belong to someone other then me. I see big ole' gawdy metal belts, some jacket you'd see in an old western...and for whatever reason, a copious amount of Monster energy drinks. There are words that go with these images..."Funk"..."Headshot"..."Genesis." I have no idea what any of this means, but lately I've also been seeing some "Missing" posters near my area...for someone who looks exactly like me. I don't know what's going on, and quite frankly...
I'm afraid to find out."
A RHAPSODY OF VENGEANCE AND RAGE
AN ODE TO DECADENCE AND ALIASES
A BALLAD OF GHOSTS AND MEMORIES.
...
THE TRILOGY OF SONG AND SUFFERING.
Coming soon...
