Post by Twister on Jun 27, 2006 23:46:45 GMT -5
(The screen is black. A strange scraping sound is heard. It is slow, and lasts about a half second each time, followed by about a half second of silence. This continues for a while. Slight heavy breathing is also in attendance. Finally the screen cuts in, accompanied by a yelp of pain. We see a familiar face. Twister is standing there, touching a bloody spot on his face. He is shirtless, wearing faded black jeans. He is standing at a mirror shaving his beard into a carefully sculpted goatee.)
Twister: It never fails does it? Nothing goes my way. I swear, it’s like the Flying Spaghetti Monster is trying to F**k my life over.
(He grabs a bit of tissue and puts it on the wound caused by the razor. He makes a few more strokes before setting it down and rinsing. The camera focuses more on the room. We see a rather bright bathroom. It is quite cramped. It has plain white walls with some yellowish stains on them. It is very unflattering. Twister is looking more like his old self. He speaks in a corny, Mr. Rogers voice.)
Twister: …Well, hello there neighbors. I didn’t see you there.
(This joking voice quickly fades into an exhausted, overrun voice.)
Twister: Yep, I’m back. Exciting, eh? Yeah, thought so. It seems that everyone gets a second chance these days.
(He walks out of the room, the camera follows. Now we see a very small, dark room. We can see the floor now since the countertop isn’t in the way. The bathroom is dirty, off-white linoleum, which transfers over to a bare wood floor. It looks like it had a carpet once, but was ripped out. It has no finish and has staples sticking out in random places. A really cheap looking acoustic guitar is sitting in the corner. Twister walks without caution, stepping on staples here and there. He stops by a brown, foldable table with clothing folded on top of it. He pulls a faded red shirt out of the pile. He puts it on and turns back to the camera. It reads “Twisted Elements” but looks rather beaten.)
Twister: It’s obvious that the glory days are over for me, at least for now. J-X left to pursue his music career. I not only lost my gold, my house, my cars, and my job, but I lost my dignity.
(The camera zooms in on his left arm, on the opposite side of his elbow. There we see many scars, obviously from drug use. He pulls it away sharply when he sees the camera’s actions. He has a hurt look on his face momentarily, before he replaces it with a meek grin.)
Twister: Ah but the ignorant just become more ignorant, don’t they? I thought I was the best. I thought I could do whatever I wanted. Seth wouldn’t have it. I spent months blowing my money, and selling my possessions to get more money. About six months ago, I headed to rehab. There, I started the struggle to get back to where I once was. I finally get back, and everything has changed. I won’t allow it this time. This is my federation for the taking, and no one will stop me.
(He steps back and takes a swing at the wall, effectively rendering the rather thin barrier to the kitchen useless. He uses a very light, voice, talking almost to himself.)
Twister: It never fails does it? Nothing goes my way. I swear, it’s like the Flying Spaghetti Monster is trying to F**k my life over.
(He grabs a bit of tissue and puts it on the wound caused by the razor. He makes a few more strokes before setting it down and rinsing. The camera focuses more on the room. We see a rather bright bathroom. It is quite cramped. It has plain white walls with some yellowish stains on them. It is very unflattering. Twister is looking more like his old self. He speaks in a corny, Mr. Rogers voice.)
Twister: …Well, hello there neighbors. I didn’t see you there.
(This joking voice quickly fades into an exhausted, overrun voice.)
Twister: Yep, I’m back. Exciting, eh? Yeah, thought so. It seems that everyone gets a second chance these days.
(He walks out of the room, the camera follows. Now we see a very small, dark room. We can see the floor now since the countertop isn’t in the way. The bathroom is dirty, off-white linoleum, which transfers over to a bare wood floor. It looks like it had a carpet once, but was ripped out. It has no finish and has staples sticking out in random places. A really cheap looking acoustic guitar is sitting in the corner. Twister walks without caution, stepping on staples here and there. He stops by a brown, foldable table with clothing folded on top of it. He pulls a faded red shirt out of the pile. He puts it on and turns back to the camera. It reads “Twisted Elements” but looks rather beaten.)
Twister: It’s obvious that the glory days are over for me, at least for now. J-X left to pursue his music career. I not only lost my gold, my house, my cars, and my job, but I lost my dignity.
(The camera zooms in on his left arm, on the opposite side of his elbow. There we see many scars, obviously from drug use. He pulls it away sharply when he sees the camera’s actions. He has a hurt look on his face momentarily, before he replaces it with a meek grin.)
Twister: Ah but the ignorant just become more ignorant, don’t they? I thought I was the best. I thought I could do whatever I wanted. Seth wouldn’t have it. I spent months blowing my money, and selling my possessions to get more money. About six months ago, I headed to rehab. There, I started the struggle to get back to where I once was. I finally get back, and everything has changed. I won’t allow it this time. This is my federation for the taking, and no one will stop me.
(He steps back and takes a swing at the wall, effectively rendering the rather thin barrier to the kitchen useless. He uses a very light, voice, talking almost to himself.)
No one.
