Post by Jack of Blades on Mar 22, 2006 19:19:33 GMT -5
(We open on Jack of Blades sitting down in a rustic living room on a antique living chair. He is wearing a smoking jacket and enjoying a red leather book typical to those found in a 'mahogany study.' For this vignette he is wearing glasses which he removes after learning of the camera's presence. He places the book on his lap and keeps it close to his chest hiding all but its claret sleeve. With a surprised smile, he begins to talk.)
Ah, good to see you. I was just enjoying one of my most treasured pieces of literature: Niccolò Machiavelli's 'The Prince.' To be somewhat pragmatic, as I know there is a common conception between our fans to think Machiavelli owns their local pizzaria, let me explain that he was a social philosopher and historical satirist. His thoughts and utterances have been used to describe numerous villains over the years: Iago. Crowley. Durden. Joker. Cheney.
(Jack returns to his book.)
Ah, here is one of his most prominent musings. "The Romans never allowed a trouble spot to remain simply to avoid going to war over it, because they knew that wars don't just go away, they are only postponed to someone else's advantage. " How apt! I believe this perfectly ties in to my current situation.
Similar to how 'The Romans' understood that war was ever-present and impossible to avoid, I am issuing the same sentiment to my colleges in the WCF. I'm telling all of you vapid idiot savants: You are Lichenstein to my Rome. Your tiny populous unable to my rival my bustling metropolis. Your economy fluctuating more than Ellis' weight. You are simply a stain on the carpet of my empire.
And like the Romans, I understand that war is not ephemeral, it is an immortal entity. And just because I'm not present in the 'trouble spot' known as 'Blast' doesn't mean I won't make my presence heard.
(Stares directly into the camera)
Veni, Vidi, Vici: I came, I saw, I brought the T-Shirt.
(Jack of Blades breaks into riotous laughter before regaining his composure and then, returning to his book. The camera remains with him while he reads intently. He then makes a swift motion as if to bring the book closer to him. This movement causes him to lose grasp on the book and a copy of this month's 'Razzle' falls out onto his lap. It has been revealed that Jack of Blades has been leching throughout the entirety of this tirade. And yet, cool as the proverbial cucumber, he takes out an antique smoking pipe and brings it to his mouth. He goes through the procedure necessary to start smoking only to 'switch it on' and blow bubbles from it. He once again breaks into daemonic laughter.)
Ah, good to see you. I was just enjoying one of my most treasured pieces of literature: Niccolò Machiavelli's 'The Prince.' To be somewhat pragmatic, as I know there is a common conception between our fans to think Machiavelli owns their local pizzaria, let me explain that he was a social philosopher and historical satirist. His thoughts and utterances have been used to describe numerous villains over the years: Iago. Crowley. Durden. Joker. Cheney.
(Jack returns to his book.)
Ah, here is one of his most prominent musings. "The Romans never allowed a trouble spot to remain simply to avoid going to war over it, because they knew that wars don't just go away, they are only postponed to someone else's advantage. " How apt! I believe this perfectly ties in to my current situation.
Similar to how 'The Romans' understood that war was ever-present and impossible to avoid, I am issuing the same sentiment to my colleges in the WCF. I'm telling all of you vapid idiot savants: You are Lichenstein to my Rome. Your tiny populous unable to my rival my bustling metropolis. Your economy fluctuating more than Ellis' weight. You are simply a stain on the carpet of my empire.
And like the Romans, I understand that war is not ephemeral, it is an immortal entity. And just because I'm not present in the 'trouble spot' known as 'Blast' doesn't mean I won't make my presence heard.
(Stares directly into the camera)
Veni, Vidi, Vici: I came, I saw, I brought the T-Shirt.
(Jack of Blades breaks into riotous laughter before regaining his composure and then, returning to his book. The camera remains with him while he reads intently. He then makes a swift motion as if to bring the book closer to him. This movement causes him to lose grasp on the book and a copy of this month's 'Razzle' falls out onto his lap. It has been revealed that Jack of Blades has been leching throughout the entirety of this tirade. And yet, cool as the proverbial cucumber, he takes out an antique smoking pipe and brings it to his mouth. He goes through the procedure necessary to start smoking only to 'switch it on' and blow bubbles from it. He once again breaks into daemonic laughter.)
