Post by Caliban on Oct 22, 2015 0:34:25 GMT -5
We open on a single light bulb up close with high pitched squealing and laughter ripping through the blinding light, as the camera pans down we see the top of a ginger pompadour hair cut, it seems like the mans hands are tied behind his back, the camera continues to pan down until we see that the figure in the chair is Caliban. His face is a mess, gashes from what could be anything from a switch blade to a whip line his face, as he stares into the camera with dead eyes and drool falling from his bottom lip he manages a jumble of words
Caliban: My mind...... My mind is not my own anymore
And with that a sharp smile creeps across his faces, the shadows from the bulb shift and form strange shapes around his eyes, nose and mouth and his voice changes octave to match the laughter from the beginning of the video
Punkin: We want your guts
And then he explodes into that laughter immediately barely getting the last word out before his head droops again and his demeanour goes back to that of the defeated
Caliban: Please.... Please help me
And then the bulb goes out and the squealing and laughter starts again
Caliban: My mind...... My mind is not my own anymore
And with that a sharp smile creeps across his faces, the shadows from the bulb shift and form strange shapes around his eyes, nose and mouth and his voice changes octave to match the laughter from the beginning of the video
Punkin: We want your guts
And then he explodes into that laughter immediately barely getting the last word out before his head droops again and his demeanour goes back to that of the defeated
Caliban: Please.... Please help me
And then the bulb goes out and the squealing and laughter starts again
