Post by David Alastair on Jun 30, 2006 0:34:04 GMT -5
The scene all starts with a close up of Crimsin Apocalypse’s mask. No emotion is emitted, as darkness surrounds his “face”. It is evident that Crimsin is in very black place, almost as black as his heart. His head bobs slightly as he begins to speak.
Crimsin: This past week at Explosion, lies the tombstone of the “New Messiah” David Alastair as he was crucified. However, it was not by my hand.
Another camera shoots to Crimsin’s fist, illuminating from the darkness. The fist clinches and then loosens again. The main camera shoots back to the cold face-mask of Crimsin Apocalypse.
Crimsin: No matter. With my main opponent out of the way, lying on his deathbed, the reign of Crimsin Apocalypse will begin. From this moment forward, salvation will end here. Whether it’s Matthew Draven, whom I played a part in his ‘departure’ to this coming Sunday with some person named Nate Nytro.
The camera pans back, showing Crimsin seated in what seems to be an old electric chair. His hood now concealed his mask, his massive shoulder plates also giving the impression the Crimsin is something out of the ordinary. Like that of a real-life monster. Crimsin hunches over a bit, lifting his left arm from one of the chair’s arms and tucking it underneath his chin.
Crimsin: Nate Nytro, you don’t know what you facing against. Last Sunday, you could barely keep your place on the food-chain of what you fools call ‘industry’. In the next few days, your corpse will be in the room across from my rival...
His figure arched back and rose up from the chair he was seating in. The camera zoomed in, finally to where it was before. A full face shot.
Crimsin: I was feared in many places before my untimely departure by one David Alastair. Sadly, David’s pride leads to his own downfall. And Nate Nytro, it will be your undoing. Especially when your salvation ends only in a few days’ time… Nate Nytro… So countdown your last hours, for you will be the first casualty of the reign of Crimsin Apocalypse!
The camera finally pulls away as the full figure of Crimsin advances towards the screen. He continues until finally, static hits the screen…
Crimsin: This past week at Explosion, lies the tombstone of the “New Messiah” David Alastair as he was crucified. However, it was not by my hand.
Another camera shoots to Crimsin’s fist, illuminating from the darkness. The fist clinches and then loosens again. The main camera shoots back to the cold face-mask of Crimsin Apocalypse.
Crimsin: No matter. With my main opponent out of the way, lying on his deathbed, the reign of Crimsin Apocalypse will begin. From this moment forward, salvation will end here. Whether it’s Matthew Draven, whom I played a part in his ‘departure’ to this coming Sunday with some person named Nate Nytro.
The camera pans back, showing Crimsin seated in what seems to be an old electric chair. His hood now concealed his mask, his massive shoulder plates also giving the impression the Crimsin is something out of the ordinary. Like that of a real-life monster. Crimsin hunches over a bit, lifting his left arm from one of the chair’s arms and tucking it underneath his chin.
Crimsin: Nate Nytro, you don’t know what you facing against. Last Sunday, you could barely keep your place on the food-chain of what you fools call ‘industry’. In the next few days, your corpse will be in the room across from my rival...
His figure arched back and rose up from the chair he was seating in. The camera zoomed in, finally to where it was before. A full face shot.
Crimsin: I was feared in many places before my untimely departure by one David Alastair. Sadly, David’s pride leads to his own downfall. And Nate Nytro, it will be your undoing. Especially when your salvation ends only in a few days’ time… Nate Nytro… So countdown your last hours, for you will be the first casualty of the reign of Crimsin Apocalypse!
The camera finally pulls away as the full figure of Crimsin advances towards the screen. He continues until finally, static hits the screen…
