Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 15:41:10 GMT -5
Listen to this while reading, and if need be, hit replay until you've finished.
The scene opens up very much similar to the last, with the lights in the room completely dimmed to darkness, minus the illumination coming from two small lamps. One lamp fixture is set to shine brightly on the lonely painting sitting in the middle of the shot. The painting is of lion, with blood dripping down from its jaw and splattering all over the ground beneath it. The lions mane is dyed dark red, blood staining each fiber of hair. In the background is a large group of lions, following behind their leader, and each one looking very similar to the first. Almost every follower has a large amount of blood coming from its mouth and staining it's teeth. No longer at the fangs pearly white, but instead they have become permanently red. The sky over top of the pride is completely black, minus of course the large beam of lighting coming from the sky above, the source unseen by the painting.
The other light in the room is glowing down on a man, masked and wearing complete and total black from his shoulders down to his toes. His black long sleeve turtle neck, his black combat vest, his black leather gloves, his black cargo work pants, all topped off with his black work boots. He is holding a paint brush and palette with the colors golden brown, crimson, and black on it. A soft chuckle distorted by some sort of voice modifier crackles out from behind his Leonardo Da Vinci mask that he still wore.
He looks from the ground to the camera, his leathery mask staring deep into the eyes, the heart, and the soul of the viewers.
Allow me to paint a delightful mental picture for you which symbolizes dominance, will power, and deception. An injured lion, limping dramatically from a bullet wound in one of his rear legs is devouring on the prey he had caught. Despite the wounded area, the lion uses it's intelligence to lure in the idiotic animal that is now acting as his lunch. A gazelle is laying on the floor of the African outdoors, not only dead, but serving as a feast for the untamed beast that is the lion. The lion rips the flesh off of the helpless, no, lifeless gazelle in a vicious and unpredictable fashion. There is no order of the carnage, it just happens as moments pass. Flesh, muscle and fat are all devoured by this beast. There will be no remains of the gazelle, it will be completely eliminated from the world as we know it. It will be a forgotten creation of our Lord and Savior, never to be seen or heard from again.
Allow me to paint a delightful mental picture for you which symbolizes the future of the world, the future of mankind. The lion that I previously spoke of is now the leader of a large pride of vicious, blood thirsty jungle kings. These lions, headed by the formerly wounded lion, are hell bent on ridding the world of gazelles, zebras and Buffalo's. They will stop at nothing and stop for no one in order to completely wipe out these inferior species of animals. They will stand at the top of the food chain, like they should, and make sure that the world knows they are not going to take anything from anyone. With each slash of their claws, with each grasp of a jugular with their piercing teeth, these lions will make each animal underneath them extinct until they must move on to the human species. These lions will continue to dominate until the day of judgment, when God comes down and walks the earth, and sends this massive pride of lions to the promised land. They will dominate until God decides to give these lions their own piece of heaven.
He stops and put his arm on the top of the painting, resting it there. Once again a small distorted cackle comes from behind his mask.
It is beautiful, to me anyways, because I am the lion. I have been wounded, injured in the past. I have been cut the shreds and left to bleed out and die, but with will power, I survived. I still feast on those lower than me on the food chain in a cannibalistic fashion, and will continue to do so until judgment day comes and the beast that is inside of me is sent to heavens, as well as any and all of my followers.
I am not looking for anyone to stand beside me, no. You've already had your fate decided for you by destiny. You've been chosen to be one of us by God himself.
We are coming. I am coming. What may seem to be simple acts of violence will all become clear to everyone. You must do anything and everything in your will power to fulfill the wishes and desires of our Lord, God. We will rise in the name of our Father, no longer as individuals, but as a group for the sake of the Holy One. We will operate under the mask, for we seek no self glory, just the glory and feeling of accomplishment in the name of our Savior.
We will be heroes, and yet, we will be looked down upon as villains. And that's ok, because even the executioner has a family to go home to. Not everything in this world is bad, but everything and everyone has a sense of evil in them, which we will eliminate.
I'm coming to the land of the Innovation, where the opportunities are endless. Where I will be able to paint delightful images of wrath and carnage. I'm coming to seek, and to destroy. And I'm not coming alone.
I'll keep in touch.
We'll keep in touch.
[/color]The other light in the room is glowing down on a man, masked and wearing complete and total black from his shoulders down to his toes. His black long sleeve turtle neck, his black combat vest, his black leather gloves, his black cargo work pants, all topped off with his black work boots. He is holding a paint brush and palette with the colors golden brown, crimson, and black on it. A soft chuckle distorted by some sort of voice modifier crackles out from behind his Leonardo Da Vinci mask that he still wore.
He looks from the ground to the camera, his leathery mask staring deep into the eyes, the heart, and the soul of the viewers.
Allow me to paint a delightful mental picture for you which symbolizes dominance, will power, and deception. An injured lion, limping dramatically from a bullet wound in one of his rear legs is devouring on the prey he had caught. Despite the wounded area, the lion uses it's intelligence to lure in the idiotic animal that is now acting as his lunch. A gazelle is laying on the floor of the African outdoors, not only dead, but serving as a feast for the untamed beast that is the lion. The lion rips the flesh off of the helpless, no, lifeless gazelle in a vicious and unpredictable fashion. There is no order of the carnage, it just happens as moments pass. Flesh, muscle and fat are all devoured by this beast. There will be no remains of the gazelle, it will be completely eliminated from the world as we know it. It will be a forgotten creation of our Lord and Savior, never to be seen or heard from again.
Allow me to paint a delightful mental picture for you which symbolizes the future of the world, the future of mankind. The lion that I previously spoke of is now the leader of a large pride of vicious, blood thirsty jungle kings. These lions, headed by the formerly wounded lion, are hell bent on ridding the world of gazelles, zebras and Buffalo's. They will stop at nothing and stop for no one in order to completely wipe out these inferior species of animals. They will stand at the top of the food chain, like they should, and make sure that the world knows they are not going to take anything from anyone. With each slash of their claws, with each grasp of a jugular with their piercing teeth, these lions will make each animal underneath them extinct until they must move on to the human species. These lions will continue to dominate until the day of judgment, when God comes down and walks the earth, and sends this massive pride of lions to the promised land. They will dominate until God decides to give these lions their own piece of heaven.
He stops and put his arm on the top of the painting, resting it there. Once again a small distorted cackle comes from behind his mask.
It is beautiful, to me anyways, because I am the lion. I have been wounded, injured in the past. I have been cut the shreds and left to bleed out and die, but with will power, I survived. I still feast on those lower than me on the food chain in a cannibalistic fashion, and will continue to do so until judgment day comes and the beast that is inside of me is sent to heavens, as well as any and all of my followers.
I am not looking for anyone to stand beside me, no. You've already had your fate decided for you by destiny. You've been chosen to be one of us by God himself.
We are coming. I am coming. What may seem to be simple acts of violence will all become clear to everyone. You must do anything and everything in your will power to fulfill the wishes and desires of our Lord, God. We will rise in the name of our Father, no longer as individuals, but as a group for the sake of the Holy One. We will operate under the mask, for we seek no self glory, just the glory and feeling of accomplishment in the name of our Savior.
We will be heroes, and yet, we will be looked down upon as villains. And that's ok, because even the executioner has a family to go home to. Not everything in this world is bad, but everything and everyone has a sense of evil in them, which we will eliminate.
I'm coming to the land of the Innovation, where the opportunities are endless. Where I will be able to paint delightful images of wrath and carnage. I'm coming to seek, and to destroy. And I'm not coming alone.
I'll keep in touch.
We'll keep in touch.