Post by Rage on Dec 1, 2008 13:56:36 GMT -6
The scene opens up with a remote camera once more, this time at first nothing filling the air but static, before the lenses starts to focus, zooming itself in and out, before finally revealing a large evergreen sitting in the middle of a park in down Atlanta, Ga., decorated with Christmas trimmings for the season. The peaceful tranquility is suddenly broken though, by a cold heartless laugh that camera’s microphone picks up.
Hehehehehe….it’s Christmas time in the city….
Stepping into the frame, Rage stands in front of the tree, wearing his own version of a Santa Claus suit. Sitting upon his frame, the suits is ripped and tattered in places, blood streaking through the white cotton area.
For most people, it’s the most wonderful time of the year, even for me. But you on the other hand Kimura it won’t be. Hehehehehe…
Turning around, Rage smirks that cold smirk of his as he looks up that tree.
Violent Night…..Bloody night…..
Facing the camera once more, his pierced lips sparkling in the light from the tree in the form of his psychotic smirk, as his cold-souless blue-grey gaze locks with the camera he lets out another twisted laugh.
No? Doesn’t tickle your fancy, gets you into the spirit of things, like the spirit of your beating that is soon to come. Ok well how about this…Deck the halls with your entrails falalala…and then watch people vomit and scream falalala..
Pausing Rage smirks licking his lips, before reaching up and running some fingers through his knotted brown and blonde highlighted hair.
No….such a hard person to please aren’t you Kimura….wait I know…Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, cause they we all bound and gagged, asking for mercy. Rage’s stocking was hung by the chimney with care, in the hope that St. Nick would soon be there, to fill his ears joyfully with screams of Kimura’s pain and suffering.
Licking his pierced lips once more, Rage looks down for a second before returning his gaze to the camera, as he once more runs his fingers through his knotted locks, brushing them out of his face this time.
You know I have been thinking all day Kimura, wondering if you truly understand why I do the things I do, wondering if you truly understand why cause people the pain and suffering in the likes I do…and the answer is quite simple, if your little half witted self hasn’t figured it out yet. It’s because I enjoy it, enjoy immensely. You see, it gives me great pleasure….a feeling of bliss, knowing that a person is mentally and/or physically scarred and know it’s my doing. But I have also been wondering something else…have you been able to figure it out yet?
Pausing, Rage smirks allowing the silence to take effect, as he stares psychotically into the camera, letting his tongue slowly dart out and lick his pierced lips yet again before continuing on.
Figure out that your arrival here in the AWS, is not going to be grand as you think it is. It’s not going to be the glitz and glimmer that you are probably expecting. Oh no….it’s going to be pain filled…it’s going to be blood filled. See you first match here, and your are stepping into a ring, with an opponent, the likes you have never faced before. An opponent that will physically maim and disfigure, cause that what’s brings him pleasure, as well as mentally wear you and break you down, til you are nothing more then a babbling simpleton, or more to my liking a vegetable.
Moving closer to the camera, Rage then angles it up towards the tree and himself, zooming in a bit more onto his face.
So if you haven’t figured it out, let me put this out in laymen’s terms for you. Your arrival and debut here in the AWS, will be pain and suffering filled. Your glamorous entering into a company that is slowly gaining more and more world wide fame, while be stained with blood….your own blood. So all in all….let my early season’s greetings and your early season’s beatings, warm your heart, as the warmth of your blood coats my skin and the mat staining it.
Kicking the camera over yet again, Rage crouches down staring into the lenses one last time that pierced smirk of his only growing colder as he relays his last message.
Merry Christmas Kimura, hope it will be a good one for you, cause I know it will be for me.
And with a sudden crack, the air is filled with darkness and silence as Rage steps onto the camera breaking it, and walking off as the scene comes to an end.
Hehehehehe….it’s Christmas time in the city….
Stepping into the frame, Rage stands in front of the tree, wearing his own version of a Santa Claus suit. Sitting upon his frame, the suits is ripped and tattered in places, blood streaking through the white cotton area.
For most people, it’s the most wonderful time of the year, even for me. But you on the other hand Kimura it won’t be. Hehehehehe…
Turning around, Rage smirks that cold smirk of his as he looks up that tree.
Violent Night…..Bloody night…..
Facing the camera once more, his pierced lips sparkling in the light from the tree in the form of his psychotic smirk, as his cold-souless blue-grey gaze locks with the camera he lets out another twisted laugh.
No? Doesn’t tickle your fancy, gets you into the spirit of things, like the spirit of your beating that is soon to come. Ok well how about this…Deck the halls with your entrails falalala…and then watch people vomit and scream falalala..
Pausing Rage smirks licking his lips, before reaching up and running some fingers through his knotted brown and blonde highlighted hair.
No….such a hard person to please aren’t you Kimura….wait I know…Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, cause they we all bound and gagged, asking for mercy. Rage’s stocking was hung by the chimney with care, in the hope that St. Nick would soon be there, to fill his ears joyfully with screams of Kimura’s pain and suffering.
Licking his pierced lips once more, Rage looks down for a second before returning his gaze to the camera, as he once more runs his fingers through his knotted locks, brushing them out of his face this time.
You know I have been thinking all day Kimura, wondering if you truly understand why I do the things I do, wondering if you truly understand why cause people the pain and suffering in the likes I do…and the answer is quite simple, if your little half witted self hasn’t figured it out yet. It’s because I enjoy it, enjoy immensely. You see, it gives me great pleasure….a feeling of bliss, knowing that a person is mentally and/or physically scarred and know it’s my doing. But I have also been wondering something else…have you been able to figure it out yet?
Pausing, Rage smirks allowing the silence to take effect, as he stares psychotically into the camera, letting his tongue slowly dart out and lick his pierced lips yet again before continuing on.
Figure out that your arrival here in the AWS, is not going to be grand as you think it is. It’s not going to be the glitz and glimmer that you are probably expecting. Oh no….it’s going to be pain filled…it’s going to be blood filled. See you first match here, and your are stepping into a ring, with an opponent, the likes you have never faced before. An opponent that will physically maim and disfigure, cause that what’s brings him pleasure, as well as mentally wear you and break you down, til you are nothing more then a babbling simpleton, or more to my liking a vegetable.
Moving closer to the camera, Rage then angles it up towards the tree and himself, zooming in a bit more onto his face.
So if you haven’t figured it out, let me put this out in laymen’s terms for you. Your arrival and debut here in the AWS, will be pain and suffering filled. Your glamorous entering into a company that is slowly gaining more and more world wide fame, while be stained with blood….your own blood. So all in all….let my early season’s greetings and your early season’s beatings, warm your heart, as the warmth of your blood coats my skin and the mat staining it.
Kicking the camera over yet again, Rage crouches down staring into the lenses one last time that pierced smirk of his only growing colder as he relays his last message.
Merry Christmas Kimura, hope it will be a good one for you, cause I know it will be for me.
And with a sudden crack, the air is filled with darkness and silence as Rage steps onto the camera breaking it, and walking off as the scene comes to an end.
