Noise
October 12th, 2006, 10:52 AM
The screen cuts to the same dark, empty room, with the same shadow of a man sitting at a desk in a corner holding his face in his hands. Yeah. He starts rambling about life to uh… whatever you would call him.
Voltaire: What did I ever do wrong? Is the karma? Was I a thief in a past life? Is it my destiny to be a complete failure? To be a disgrace in the eyes of society? I have nothing. All my opportunities become failures. I am nothing. I hate this life. The only reason I live is in spite of you. I HATE YOU!
He gets up and throws his chair across the room. Psht. Psycho. He then draws his attention toward the camera.
Tonight, I’m booked into some bullsh*t tournament for some worthless title, my first opponent being some guy along the name of Adrastos. Much like me, he cares not about what might happen to his body… but there is one very big thing that sets us apart- I am more than willing to die in that ring. Of course that is an oxymoron, as I do not live… I’m just a shell of a man that died years ago. I breathe… but that is contradictory to my life. My mortal soul is vanquished to whatever demons would care to consume it. And tonight, I’ll only be happy if one of us dies in that ring.
He turns away, staring downward.
Though some might call Death mighty and dreadful… In my eyes he bears nothing but salvation from a wretched life… I do not fear death; I’d rather embrace him, to end all the pains I’ve endured in a lifetime.
Scene fades out.
Short, much. Meh. I think that if I tried to make it any longer, it'd just end up killing the point. But yeah. Your input would be greatly appreciated.
Voltaire: What did I ever do wrong? Is the karma? Was I a thief in a past life? Is it my destiny to be a complete failure? To be a disgrace in the eyes of society? I have nothing. All my opportunities become failures. I am nothing. I hate this life. The only reason I live is in spite of you. I HATE YOU!
He gets up and throws his chair across the room. Psht. Psycho. He then draws his attention toward the camera.
Tonight, I’m booked into some bullsh*t tournament for some worthless title, my first opponent being some guy along the name of Adrastos. Much like me, he cares not about what might happen to his body… but there is one very big thing that sets us apart- I am more than willing to die in that ring. Of course that is an oxymoron, as I do not live… I’m just a shell of a man that died years ago. I breathe… but that is contradictory to my life. My mortal soul is vanquished to whatever demons would care to consume it. And tonight, I’ll only be happy if one of us dies in that ring.
He turns away, staring downward.
Though some might call Death mighty and dreadful… In my eyes he bears nothing but salvation from a wretched life… I do not fear death; I’d rather embrace him, to end all the pains I’ve endured in a lifetime.
Scene fades out.
Short, much. Meh. I think that if I tried to make it any longer, it'd just end up killing the point. But yeah. Your input would be greatly appreciated.