Post by FPV on Oct 9, 2011 17:14:32 GMT -5
It's night time in the suburbs, as many people prepare to go to sleep. At 156 Grand Avenue is an abandoned house. Older then the town it resides in, this house has been estimated to be around 250 years old, and has become a tourist attraction for visitors.
The perfect scene for Vic to show up in.
A white window-less van is driving around the town. If asked, Vic knows his response, he'll simply say he's visiting the house to take some pictures. In the van is darker intentions: dozens of various homemade explosives, enough to make a boom that can be seen from miles away.
Inside Vics van, a dashboard camera is set up, showing Vic driving, a cigerette hanging from his mouth. The video has been recording for some time, although Vic now chooses to speak.
Vic: Most humans would start a promo of this kind by bragging about what they have, what they possess. I will brag about what I lack, and what I lack is fear. Do you think the thought of a cop pulling me over, taking a look inside this here device of death, and have me dragged to Poundtown? It hasn't, because I know, no matter how this turns out, I will win in the end.
Vic takes a bit of a sharp left turn, shaking the camera and some of the stuff in the back.
Vic: I have taken all of my fear and expelled it out of my soul. It is quite obvious that the fear in Chester Blackhearts soul has not yet been eradicated. I guess I shall be the one to take care of that, slowly and painfully, so that nothing else that ever happen to him can compare to what I have done.
And of Ms. Evans? A prime example of narcissism at it's worst. And of fear as well. It's bad when you have a scared narcissist on your hands. You refused to come out and face your demons last week, too scared to come out and battle in the colliseum with the lions, and so you ran away like a puppy in the rain. For shame, ma'am. For shame!
And to Kamikaze...I don't fuck around with assclowns.
The van has just pulled over onto the street where the old house lies. The van is facing the front of the house at a pretty far distance. All of a sudden Vic pounds on the gas pedal with his foot, sending the van speeding right into the house, producing a huge whole in the front of hit, all though it is still able to stand. Vic gets out of the van, a little dazed, then runs away, a remote control in his hand. A few minutes later, the house is up in flames.
The perfect scene for Vic to show up in.
A white window-less van is driving around the town. If asked, Vic knows his response, he'll simply say he's visiting the house to take some pictures. In the van is darker intentions: dozens of various homemade explosives, enough to make a boom that can be seen from miles away.
Inside Vics van, a dashboard camera is set up, showing Vic driving, a cigerette hanging from his mouth. The video has been recording for some time, although Vic now chooses to speak.
Vic: Most humans would start a promo of this kind by bragging about what they have, what they possess. I will brag about what I lack, and what I lack is fear. Do you think the thought of a cop pulling me over, taking a look inside this here device of death, and have me dragged to Poundtown? It hasn't, because I know, no matter how this turns out, I will win in the end.
Vic takes a bit of a sharp left turn, shaking the camera and some of the stuff in the back.
Vic: I have taken all of my fear and expelled it out of my soul. It is quite obvious that the fear in Chester Blackhearts soul has not yet been eradicated. I guess I shall be the one to take care of that, slowly and painfully, so that nothing else that ever happen to him can compare to what I have done.
And of Ms. Evans? A prime example of narcissism at it's worst. And of fear as well. It's bad when you have a scared narcissist on your hands. You refused to come out and face your demons last week, too scared to come out and battle in the colliseum with the lions, and so you ran away like a puppy in the rain. For shame, ma'am. For shame!
And to Kamikaze...I don't fuck around with assclowns.
The van has just pulled over onto the street where the old house lies. The van is facing the front of the house at a pretty far distance. All of a sudden Vic pounds on the gas pedal with his foot, sending the van speeding right into the house, producing a huge whole in the front of hit, all though it is still able to stand. Vic gets out of the van, a little dazed, then runs away, a remote control in his hand. A few minutes later, the house is up in flames.
