It has begun (Severen King rp 2) (The oncoming storm pt 1)
Jun 9, 2016 19:23:58 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 19:23:58 GMT -5
The scene opens up late night outside the Santander Arena, only hours removed since we last saw two men from the WCF supposedly getting shot. Both men are now standing outside the arena wearing blood red robes and holding their hands together as if praying. "The Heavy Metal Machine" Logan sitting with his back against the arena doors and the men are standing at least 5 feet away from him on either side. The two men are softly chanting as Logan appears to be staring upwards towards the dark sky.
"He is coming to cleanse the WCF. He will cleanse all of the sinners. He is coming to cleanse the WCF. He will cleanse all of the sinners."
Logan looks down and into a camera, which has been set up by the now former camera man of the WCF. He stares into it as it slowly begins to zoom in on him. The chanting continues for a few moments before Logan sticks out one hand, which causes the two men to stop.
"Welcome!" Logan says, spreading both his hands out to his sides, palms up. "To the first induction ceremony in the history of the WCF, the two newest recruits... To the Cult Of Crazy Kids."
The chanting changes. "You will bow down before the Cult Of Crazy Kids. You will bow down before the Cult Of Crazy Kids." Logan closes both of his hands into fists, causing the chanting to stop once more.
"You see, to all of you who don't know what storm is coming, lets take a little visit down memory lane shall we? Maybe a little.... " Logan takes a breathe as he pauses. "Refresher. You see, not that many years ago, one man came forth, and one man started to cleanse the sinners that resided with in this world. That one man could not be stopped. For you see, that one man is not of the living. He has been brought back from the dead, and soon, oh you see, very soon, he will be back to cleanse the WCF of all of you sinners."
"So far, I have heard nothing that even sounds remotely serious. It's all been nothing more then a piss test. The Superstars of the WCF have yet to entertain me, no instead they bore me. With their talk about humping each other in the ass, making each other suck each other off, raping each others mothers, girlfriends... Sisters. Hell, even one man seems so out of it, that you'd think he was on drunk or high of his gourds."
"You have grown men who are so into their own little world that they have yet to realize the oncoming storm, and as I've said before, it's because they don't believe the world outside of the WCF is even real. Before long, ladies, you will all realize that these men are nothing more then just peons, and just like always, joining me and my Cult Of Crazy Kids as we THRUST ourselves deep into your crevus, allowing my Special Pomegranate Eggplant Remedy Mix to ooze down your throats, and filling you with the greatest joy."
"But as for the sinners, these men who continue to jabber about who has the bigger... dick... Bewarned, my friends, because HE is coming... to cleanse you."
Logan stands up, and slowly begins to walk towards the camera. "Once his brother speaks, then it will only be a matter of time, and as for you, Severan King, come Sunday, the only think you will be able to do," Logan grins, "Is Choke On This."
The camera begins to zoom out again as the two men begin to chant once more.
"Resistance Is Futile. Resistance Is Futile. Resistance Is Futile."
The scene fades to blood.
(several days later)
A light-bulb flickers on inside a dank dark basement, water drips every few moments, smacking onto a puddle beneath it. The stench is so foul it would kill your sense of smell with in moments, making a normal person want to puke. A man stirs in the background, chained to a 1500's torture device, his face beaten and swollen, his arms tied above his head and his "Severan King" shirt ripped in several places. A table of sharp medical cutting tools sits next to him, some of the blades crusted in dried blood and appear to be extremely dull.
A short hooded figure walks down some wooden steps that creek with each step he takes. Slowly the man reaches the bottom of the steps just as the man tied to the torture device starts to wake up. He attempts to speak, however his mouth has been stitched and super glued shut. He frantically tries to speak, but soon realizes he can't open his mouth.
The hooded figure slowly stalks towards the man, and the man starts to struggle more, even after he realizes his hands are tied and he wont be getting out any time soon. He starts to struggle more and more, until the hooded figure stops just an arms reach from the man. He reaches over to the table and grabs a rusty bloodied surgical knife and slowly brings it up, running it across the mans chest.
He stops just a few inches from the mans jugular, and removes his hood to show his horribly scarred, charred face. As he speaks, his thick Irish accent causes the man to start to sweat in fear.
"One human sacrifice. Your sins will quench his thirst."
The Irish man shoves the surgical knife into the man's jugular vein with ease and blood starts to gush all over the place. He rips the knife out and the gushing turns to a massive on spray. The Irish man pulls out a vial and fills it with the blood of the man. Once it is full, he closes the vial with a cork and walks over to an alter on the opposite side of the room.
The Alter has a goats heads inside of an upside down pentacle, several white and black candles, a chalice, and a test tube collection rack. He slides the vile into the rack and reaches inside his hooded robe and pulls out a cell phone. He enters in a few digits and hits send. The other end picks up, but there is no response. The Irish man speaks.
"Bring me the next sinner." He then hangs up.
(TBC)
"He is coming to cleanse the WCF. He will cleanse all of the sinners. He is coming to cleanse the WCF. He will cleanse all of the sinners."
Logan looks down and into a camera, which has been set up by the now former camera man of the WCF. He stares into it as it slowly begins to zoom in on him. The chanting continues for a few moments before Logan sticks out one hand, which causes the two men to stop.
"Welcome!" Logan says, spreading both his hands out to his sides, palms up. "To the first induction ceremony in the history of the WCF, the two newest recruits... To the Cult Of Crazy Kids."
The chanting changes. "You will bow down before the Cult Of Crazy Kids. You will bow down before the Cult Of Crazy Kids." Logan closes both of his hands into fists, causing the chanting to stop once more.
"You see, to all of you who don't know what storm is coming, lets take a little visit down memory lane shall we? Maybe a little.... " Logan takes a breathe as he pauses. "Refresher. You see, not that many years ago, one man came forth, and one man started to cleanse the sinners that resided with in this world. That one man could not be stopped. For you see, that one man is not of the living. He has been brought back from the dead, and soon, oh you see, very soon, he will be back to cleanse the WCF of all of you sinners."
"So far, I have heard nothing that even sounds remotely serious. It's all been nothing more then a piss test. The Superstars of the WCF have yet to entertain me, no instead they bore me. With their talk about humping each other in the ass, making each other suck each other off, raping each others mothers, girlfriends... Sisters. Hell, even one man seems so out of it, that you'd think he was on drunk or high of his gourds."
"You have grown men who are so into their own little world that they have yet to realize the oncoming storm, and as I've said before, it's because they don't believe the world outside of the WCF is even real. Before long, ladies, you will all realize that these men are nothing more then just peons, and just like always, joining me and my Cult Of Crazy Kids as we THRUST ourselves deep into your crevus, allowing my Special Pomegranate Eggplant Remedy Mix to ooze down your throats, and filling you with the greatest joy."
"But as for the sinners, these men who continue to jabber about who has the bigger... dick... Bewarned, my friends, because HE is coming... to cleanse you."
Logan stands up, and slowly begins to walk towards the camera. "Once his brother speaks, then it will only be a matter of time, and as for you, Severan King, come Sunday, the only think you will be able to do," Logan grins, "Is Choke On This."
The camera begins to zoom out again as the two men begin to chant once more.
"Resistance Is Futile. Resistance Is Futile. Resistance Is Futile."
The scene fades to blood.
(several days later)
A light-bulb flickers on inside a dank dark basement, water drips every few moments, smacking onto a puddle beneath it. The stench is so foul it would kill your sense of smell with in moments, making a normal person want to puke. A man stirs in the background, chained to a 1500's torture device, his face beaten and swollen, his arms tied above his head and his "Severan King" shirt ripped in several places. A table of sharp medical cutting tools sits next to him, some of the blades crusted in dried blood and appear to be extremely dull.
A short hooded figure walks down some wooden steps that creek with each step he takes. Slowly the man reaches the bottom of the steps just as the man tied to the torture device starts to wake up. He attempts to speak, however his mouth has been stitched and super glued shut. He frantically tries to speak, but soon realizes he can't open his mouth.
The hooded figure slowly stalks towards the man, and the man starts to struggle more, even after he realizes his hands are tied and he wont be getting out any time soon. He starts to struggle more and more, until the hooded figure stops just an arms reach from the man. He reaches over to the table and grabs a rusty bloodied surgical knife and slowly brings it up, running it across the mans chest.
He stops just a few inches from the mans jugular, and removes his hood to show his horribly scarred, charred face. As he speaks, his thick Irish accent causes the man to start to sweat in fear.
"One human sacrifice. Your sins will quench his thirst."
The Irish man shoves the surgical knife into the man's jugular vein with ease and blood starts to gush all over the place. He rips the knife out and the gushing turns to a massive on spray. The Irish man pulls out a vial and fills it with the blood of the man. Once it is full, he closes the vial with a cork and walks over to an alter on the opposite side of the room.
The Alter has a goats heads inside of an upside down pentacle, several white and black candles, a chalice, and a test tube collection rack. He slides the vile into the rack and reaches inside his hooded robe and pulls out a cell phone. He enters in a few digits and hits send. The other end picks up, but there is no response. The Irish man speaks.
"Bring me the next sinner." He then hangs up.
(TBC)
