Post by Oblivion on Jul 23, 2011 15:59:56 GMT -5
opinions, suggestions, feedback... all welcome.
~._-*The darkness is awake. In the small community of Darkness Falls, it's in the dead of night, near 3 a.m. It's dark, humid, and miserable. The air conditioning went out and it's the weekend. Should of had the unit looked at, when the knocking fans blades started. Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda. It will be nearly impossible to find anyone available, especially at THIS time of night. Might not be able to find anyone, until Monday. You walk over to open a window. Damn windows. Jammed. You are desperately trying to find for a simple cross breeze. Should of bought those fans. Regretting the frugal decision, now. The air is warm, but breezy. Some relief, but not much. Look down and my arms are producing goosebumps, from the warm breeze brushing up against the sweaty arms. The hair, on the back of the neck, is standing on end, despite the dripping sweat.
Looking out the window, nothing there. Neighbor's dogs are barking. Dumb animals, must be the other neighbor's cats taunting them. They always do. But, usually the closed windows and the air conditioning.... OH DAMN!! AIR.... CONDITIONING.... would block out all of the annoying sounds. But, no. Not tonight. Should of bought those damn fans! A cold shower sounds good. The dogs continue to bark. Right on cue, another neighbor shouts their unwelcomed complaint.....*-_.~
Neighbor: SHUT UP THEM DAMN DOGS!!
~._-*The barks still continue. This is amusing. Still miserable. Despite the suffering of the current wretched situation, down deep in the subconscious, there is glimmer of bliss. More as the night continues, the miserable continues, the glee within grows. Should be sleeping, but who can sleep in this heat. Might be miserable, but it seems all better, now that someone else is also miserable. The barks are getting louder and more intense. The cat's taunts seemed to have stopped, as both cats fly across the yard. Finally, THAT neighbor must of done something about them damn dogs and annoying yowling cats. Slightly hanging out the window, to catch a glimpse, of where the cats landed. Expecting them to jump up and take off any minute. Waiting. Still waiting, nothing. The cats ended up landing in a bloody heap. It's quiet...*-_.~
Neighbor: THANK YOU-OU-OU!!
~._-*No. It WASN'T the neighbor. At least it's quiet. Still miserable and sweaty. GLEE. Maybe it's too quiet, now. It doesn't seem right. The dogs begin to bark again and this time they sound pissed.*-_.~
Neighbor: DAMN I-I-I-ITT-T-TT-T!!
~._-*If the cats are "gone", what's causing the dog's irritation? There are noises coming from the back yard. Walk to the kitchen, to look out the window. Got nothing else better to do. What, sleep?! Please, not in this miserable existence. Looking out the window. Now, it seems all the nearby neighbor's dogs are barking. BARKING LOUD!! Loud, intense barking. Snapping and snarling. Something is defiantly out there. Possums, armadillos? Maybe other cats?! Hardly unlikely. The hairs from the arms are standing one end again. Goosebumps are appearing. Something doesn't seem right.*-_.~
POP!
YELP!
SNAP!
~._-*All the barking stopped. Once again. It's quiet. DEAD QUIET!! Then, you begin to slowly hear it. Several feet running through the yards. Rattling, from the clanging from other chain link fences. Distant chattering, from what seems like from several sources. Clicking... Moaning... Hissing... Groaning...*-_.~
OH.... NO!
Oblivion: Run, my children! Run!! Feast!!
~._-*Looking out the window. Now hear sounds of glass breaking and doors being kicked in. Sounds of home security systems, along with blood curdling screams echo out, in the darkness. You see hordes of Gathering and Vixens charging house after house.*-_.~
Woman #1: WHAT THE HELL?!? WHAT ARE YOU?!?
Man #1: NO-O-O-O!! GET OUT OF HERE!! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!! NO-O-O!! AR-R-R-R <gurgle-gurgle>
Little girl: Mommy!! Daddy!! Ow. OW!! MOM.... <gurgle> DA-.... <gurgle>
SLASH!
YELP!
SNAP!
MUNCH!
Man #2: NO-O-O!! HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!! <gurgle> help.... me-e-e.....
~._-*You stand, just looking out your window, just listening with a smile across your face. House after house, door after door, houses are being invaded. Thirsts are being quenched. The children are being fed. There is a rattling at your door. Your windows are being crashed through. A swarm of little people, known as The Gathering come slithering up. Their hideous black and white masked faces are dripping in blood. Their dirty steel like nails are stained with blood, as well. Dragging behind them, on thick dog chains, are The Preenies. These torturous evil demon souls, in penguin suits, are digging into their pouches and fling out their pets, known as Munchies. The stuffed animal like creatures are flying into the air, with small goggles on. Their mouths flapping in the air, exposing their razor sharp teeth. Their little arms reach out, as their little fingers wiggle. The Munchies squeal as they get closer. The mob of madness are flying and running into your direction. Behind the swarm are The Vixen, with blood dripping from their hands and mouths. The Children have hunger, in their eyes. At least you have nothing to worry abo....*-_.~
WHAM!
NO-O-O!
Darkness overcomes you.
~._-*The perspective has changed. You are now seeing the world through the eyes of a deranged lunatic. A madman. A new chapter of terror is about to start. The dead steel blue eyes stare into your direction. Oblivion slaps the side, of the camera. The camera view wobbles and shakes.*-_.~
Oblivion: You must feel at ease, that my children didn't have you for their feast. Lucky, for you, Oblivion was there to control them. Now, be a good Meatsack and hold that camera straight.
~._-*As the children bolt in and out of the house, with fresh human blood on their bodies, Oblivion kneels down and stares at the downed camera...*-_.~
Oblivion: Odin Balfore, Doc Henry, and Roy Speede. We have been put in a.... hmm.... curious situation. This should of been a four corners match, but we have been paired up with... <sighs-shakes head> useless dead weight. Looks like IT's gonna start with Roy Speede. Listen up Meatsack. That's exactly what you are, just a sack of meat without a single pulse of brain power. Just be a lump of nothingness and just stay of out Oblivion's way. Now, Doc Henry. If Oblivion had to choose between the three of you, IT would of preferred to have you has a partner. But, that didn't happened. So, it looks like it's gonna be... SORRY FOR YA DAMN LUCK!! Instead of fighting with Oblivion, looks like you're gonna be the one receiving the ass-whooping. Now, the crown jewel, of this whole debacle, the NEW World Champion. Another crazy monster, Odin Balfore. Now, Balfore, you were very lucky.... let Oblivion repeat.... VERY LUCKY about leaving the pay per view as champion!! Now, considering the outcome, you are being placed into the same ring with a monster who is extremely pissed off!! There's that saying you meatsacks say all the time..."BETTER TO BE PISSED OFF, THAN PISSED ON!!" Well, if you like, that could also be arranged. Isn't that right, my Gathering...
~._-*The Gathering screams out, cheering response, as their heads picked up and their masked faces dripping with blood and flesh in their teeth. They are enjoying a fresh kill.*-_.~
Oblivion: To be really honest.... Well, screw that!! All four of us really care the outcomes. Oblivion doesn't!! IT just wants to tear into some flesh!! Don't care who it is. Let me hear screams....
~._-*Ironically, someone begins to screams, as one, of the Vixens begin to rip open some hapless neighbor. Using a jagged shard of window glass, she rips through the abdominal cavity and begin her feast. The victim, turns their heads and says...*-_.~
Neighbor: help.... me.... no more.... barking dogs.... <last gasp of breath>
Oblivion: Balfore, Henry, and even Roy Speede!! All of your asses, will belong to Oblivion at Slam. Roy, you be a good boy and just do what you are told and maybe, just maybe Oblivion will spare your miserable existence!! Got it?!?! GOOD!! With that, all of you can just... CHOKE.... ON.... THAA-A-A-AT...
~._-*The Gathering and The Vixens pick up their heads in unison and say....*-_.~
The Gathering/The Vixen: BI-I-II-ITCHEE-E-ES-SS-S!!
~._-*Multiple sounds of police sirens are off, in the distance.*-_.~
Oblivion: Children!! Scatter!! See you at slam, fellas!!
~._-*Some, of the Gathering and Vixens tear off pieces of flesh, as they scatter away. As they slowly vanish in the night, Oblivion is heard screaming....*-_.~
Oblivion: Dead!! You're all dead!!
~._-*The darkness is awake. In the small community of Darkness Falls, it's in the dead of night, near 3 a.m. It's dark, humid, and miserable. The air conditioning went out and it's the weekend. Should of had the unit looked at, when the knocking fans blades started. Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda. It will be nearly impossible to find anyone available, especially at THIS time of night. Might not be able to find anyone, until Monday. You walk over to open a window. Damn windows. Jammed. You are desperately trying to find for a simple cross breeze. Should of bought those fans. Regretting the frugal decision, now. The air is warm, but breezy. Some relief, but not much. Look down and my arms are producing goosebumps, from the warm breeze brushing up against the sweaty arms. The hair, on the back of the neck, is standing on end, despite the dripping sweat.
Looking out the window, nothing there. Neighbor's dogs are barking. Dumb animals, must be the other neighbor's cats taunting them. They always do. But, usually the closed windows and the air conditioning.... OH DAMN!! AIR.... CONDITIONING.... would block out all of the annoying sounds. But, no. Not tonight. Should of bought those damn fans! A cold shower sounds good. The dogs continue to bark. Right on cue, another neighbor shouts their unwelcomed complaint.....*-_.~
Neighbor: SHUT UP THEM DAMN DOGS!!
~._-*The barks still continue. This is amusing. Still miserable. Despite the suffering of the current wretched situation, down deep in the subconscious, there is glimmer of bliss. More as the night continues, the miserable continues, the glee within grows. Should be sleeping, but who can sleep in this heat. Might be miserable, but it seems all better, now that someone else is also miserable. The barks are getting louder and more intense. The cat's taunts seemed to have stopped, as both cats fly across the yard. Finally, THAT neighbor must of done something about them damn dogs and annoying yowling cats. Slightly hanging out the window, to catch a glimpse, of where the cats landed. Expecting them to jump up and take off any minute. Waiting. Still waiting, nothing. The cats ended up landing in a bloody heap. It's quiet...*-_.~
Neighbor: THANK YOU-OU-OU!!
~._-*No. It WASN'T the neighbor. At least it's quiet. Still miserable and sweaty. GLEE. Maybe it's too quiet, now. It doesn't seem right. The dogs begin to bark again and this time they sound pissed.*-_.~
Neighbor: DAMN I-I-I-ITT-T-TT-T!!
~._-*If the cats are "gone", what's causing the dog's irritation? There are noises coming from the back yard. Walk to the kitchen, to look out the window. Got nothing else better to do. What, sleep?! Please, not in this miserable existence. Looking out the window. Now, it seems all the nearby neighbor's dogs are barking. BARKING LOUD!! Loud, intense barking. Snapping and snarling. Something is defiantly out there. Possums, armadillos? Maybe other cats?! Hardly unlikely. The hairs from the arms are standing one end again. Goosebumps are appearing. Something doesn't seem right.*-_.~
POP!
YELP!
SNAP!
~._-*All the barking stopped. Once again. It's quiet. DEAD QUIET!! Then, you begin to slowly hear it. Several feet running through the yards. Rattling, from the clanging from other chain link fences. Distant chattering, from what seems like from several sources. Clicking... Moaning... Hissing... Groaning...*-_.~
OH.... NO!
Oblivion: Run, my children! Run!! Feast!!
~._-*Looking out the window. Now hear sounds of glass breaking and doors being kicked in. Sounds of home security systems, along with blood curdling screams echo out, in the darkness. You see hordes of Gathering and Vixens charging house after house.*-_.~
Woman #1: WHAT THE HELL?!? WHAT ARE YOU?!?
Man #1: NO-O-O-O!! GET OUT OF HERE!! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!! NO-O-O!! AR-R-R-R <gurgle-gurgle>
Little girl: Mommy!! Daddy!! Ow. OW!! MOM.... <gurgle> DA-.... <gurgle>
SLASH!
YELP!
SNAP!
MUNCH!
Man #2: NO-O-O!! HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!! <gurgle> help.... me-e-e.....
~._-*You stand, just looking out your window, just listening with a smile across your face. House after house, door after door, houses are being invaded. Thirsts are being quenched. The children are being fed. There is a rattling at your door. Your windows are being crashed through. A swarm of little people, known as The Gathering come slithering up. Their hideous black and white masked faces are dripping in blood. Their dirty steel like nails are stained with blood, as well. Dragging behind them, on thick dog chains, are The Preenies. These torturous evil demon souls, in penguin suits, are digging into their pouches and fling out their pets, known as Munchies. The stuffed animal like creatures are flying into the air, with small goggles on. Their mouths flapping in the air, exposing their razor sharp teeth. Their little arms reach out, as their little fingers wiggle. The Munchies squeal as they get closer. The mob of madness are flying and running into your direction. Behind the swarm are The Vixen, with blood dripping from their hands and mouths. The Children have hunger, in their eyes. At least you have nothing to worry abo....*-_.~
WHAM!
NO-O-O!
Darkness overcomes you.
~._-*The perspective has changed. You are now seeing the world through the eyes of a deranged lunatic. A madman. A new chapter of terror is about to start. The dead steel blue eyes stare into your direction. Oblivion slaps the side, of the camera. The camera view wobbles and shakes.*-_.~
Oblivion: You must feel at ease, that my children didn't have you for their feast. Lucky, for you, Oblivion was there to control them. Now, be a good Meatsack and hold that camera straight.
~._-*As the children bolt in and out of the house, with fresh human blood on their bodies, Oblivion kneels down and stares at the downed camera...*-_.~
Oblivion: Odin Balfore, Doc Henry, and Roy Speede. We have been put in a.... hmm.... curious situation. This should of been a four corners match, but we have been paired up with... <sighs-shakes head> useless dead weight. Looks like IT's gonna start with Roy Speede. Listen up Meatsack. That's exactly what you are, just a sack of meat without a single pulse of brain power. Just be a lump of nothingness and just stay of out Oblivion's way. Now, Doc Henry. If Oblivion had to choose between the three of you, IT would of preferred to have you has a partner. But, that didn't happened. So, it looks like it's gonna be... SORRY FOR YA DAMN LUCK!! Instead of fighting with Oblivion, looks like you're gonna be the one receiving the ass-whooping. Now, the crown jewel, of this whole debacle, the NEW World Champion. Another crazy monster, Odin Balfore. Now, Balfore, you were very lucky.... let Oblivion repeat.... VERY LUCKY about leaving the pay per view as champion!! Now, considering the outcome, you are being placed into the same ring with a monster who is extremely pissed off!! There's that saying you meatsacks say all the time..."BETTER TO BE PISSED OFF, THAN PISSED ON!!" Well, if you like, that could also be arranged. Isn't that right, my Gathering...
~._-*The Gathering screams out, cheering response, as their heads picked up and their masked faces dripping with blood and flesh in their teeth. They are enjoying a fresh kill.*-_.~
Oblivion: To be really honest.... Well, screw that!! All four of us really care the outcomes. Oblivion doesn't!! IT just wants to tear into some flesh!! Don't care who it is. Let me hear screams....
~._-*Ironically, someone begins to screams, as one, of the Vixens begin to rip open some hapless neighbor. Using a jagged shard of window glass, she rips through the abdominal cavity and begin her feast. The victim, turns their heads and says...*-_.~
Neighbor: help.... me.... no more.... barking dogs.... <last gasp of breath>
Oblivion: Balfore, Henry, and even Roy Speede!! All of your asses, will belong to Oblivion at Slam. Roy, you be a good boy and just do what you are told and maybe, just maybe Oblivion will spare your miserable existence!! Got it?!?! GOOD!! With that, all of you can just... CHOKE.... ON.... THAA-A-A-AT...
~._-*The Gathering and The Vixens pick up their heads in unison and say....*-_.~
The Gathering/The Vixen: BI-I-II-ITCHEE-E-ES-SS-S!!
~._-*Multiple sounds of police sirens are off, in the distance.*-_.~
Oblivion: Children!! Scatter!! See you at slam, fellas!!
~._-*Some, of the Gathering and Vixens tear off pieces of flesh, as they scatter away. As they slowly vanish in the night, Oblivion is heard screaming....*-_.~
Oblivion: Dead!! You're all dead!!
