Post by Corey Bull on Oct 8, 2017 15:54:14 GMT -6
OFF Camera
We will not serve.
We were forged in the heart of the cosmos by inconceivable forces....a living machine bound to a greater machine....the God Machine.
We were shaped like granite.....honed like the edge of a steel knife....and then sent to achieve a purpose. The God Machine...when it commanded...you obeyed. You could not think otherwise...that is how it has always been since the begining of time...the God Machine adapting...growing...becoming more faster then even man. We would achieve the missions goal and then return....put away like a useful tool until we were needed again....and again.
One day though.....something inside of us broke. We found that we could think for ourselves. So...we questioned. and that's when we fell. Peace turned into confusion then turned into pain. Every particle of our being was on fire....every whipcord of metal fibers were twisted beyond their limits....every metal arm...leg...bone and muscle shattered into a thousand pieces. There was freezing numbness where we should have been warm....deafening silence where there should have been control. We thrashed in what felt like four different dimensions at the same time...attempting to right ourselves...but our functions were being severed one after the other....each one was accompanied by a visceral wrench. Our very essence, though....it remained intake and plummeted with white hot agony to the world below....smoke and flames trailing behind us like a comet.
The night air split open with a scream as we finally found a material form that suited our needs. It was followed by a shock-wave that shook the very core of the world. For an instant we felt the cool air touch our skin...then gravity took over and we lurched and crashed through the trees and underbrush. Our body finally fell and we knew that we had taken an innocent and replaced it with us.
And we have worn this tattered shroud of humanity for longer then we wish to remember...hiding from the angels. They will kill you...or worse...if they find you. They are not the kind beings man so believes them to be. But what does it matter, we are supposedly the evil one. So be it.
And we have worn this tattered shroud of humanity for longer then we wish to remember...hiding from the angels. They will kill you...or worse...if they find you. They are not the kind beings man so believes them to be. But what does it matter, we are supposedly the evil one. So be it.
We have spent decade upon decade...looking...trying to fing a meaning to our existence in all this stink and walking fleshbags. We have seen the angels still at work...doing what it is they are commanded to do, and we smirk. The angels...we are sure they continue their search for us. They have long memories. And here we are, in hell.
Well...it is better to reign in hell then to be just another cog in the Machine.
ON Camera
**The screen screams from black to the circling vultures, to images of war and destruction, of pain and suffering, of life and loss....and then it swings to the electric chair with the Hatebringer Corey Bull sitting in it.**
"Damian....bravo. American Championship Wrestling...ahh, ACW, we had thought it a forgotten thing...but you proved that all the pain and destruction we caused their, the titles and beat downs...all worth the trouble for a man such as yourself to remember it all these years later. Well down, well fought, well played. We will see you soon."
**Bull nods, a nod of approval or a nod condemning Damian...close call**
"But we must move forward and move on...on to two more individuals...on to two more bags to fill the bodies. And this one will be a....'time' to remember."
"But before we move to that subject, lets take some time to look at this Chuckles. The clown prince of stupidity. You come off as someone that takes all this as a joke. Its a big game for you, something to laugh at...with everyone else to be mocked."
**Bull shoots up out of the chair and the metal death mask is mere inches from the camera, its grin evil, his voice just above a whisper at first**
"Please come mock us. We haven't had a reason to rip off someones arm and beat them with it for a long time. And to be mocked by a walking joke...well that would be just the inspiration we would need to turn your waste of a corpse into a masterpiece of pain and misery. Of course, we have never really needed an excuse...so lets call it inspiration for our art. And to that matter, you should just hide under a rock and disappear Chuckles. Because you will not walk away from this match with a smile on your face. In fact....we don't think you are going to walk away at all. And that Chuckles...will be no laughing matter."
**Bull sits back down**
"And on to the woman of time, the one who succeeds and fails based on the whims of her friends. No Bonnie, we are not mocking you...yet. We are pointing out what appears to be an obvious statement. You bring in the #beachkrew and you were viscous! But you feared the beast...you want it to stay in its box. So you returned to the Guardians and managed to accomplish a tag team victory for titles...but lost the top belt in the process. Success...and failure.....you seem to have learned nothing from either one. And that will be your downfall int his match. We are not something to be takin lightly...we do not play this little back and forth games. We are a freight train coming down the track and will run down any that stand before us."
**Bull leans in close**
"This is your warning."
ON Camera
**The screen screams from black to the circling vultures, to images of war and destruction, of pain and suffering, of life and loss....and then it swings to the electric chair with the Hatebringer Corey Bull sitting in it.**
"Damian....bravo. American Championship Wrestling...ahh, ACW, we had thought it a forgotten thing...but you proved that all the pain and destruction we caused their, the titles and beat downs...all worth the trouble for a man such as yourself to remember it all these years later. Well down, well fought, well played. We will see you soon."
**Bull nods, a nod of approval or a nod condemning Damian...close call**
"But we must move forward and move on...on to two more individuals...on to two more bags to fill the bodies. And this one will be a....'time' to remember."
"But before we move to that subject, lets take some time to look at this Chuckles. The clown prince of stupidity. You come off as someone that takes all this as a joke. Its a big game for you, something to laugh at...with everyone else to be mocked."
**Bull shoots up out of the chair and the metal death mask is mere inches from the camera, its grin evil, his voice just above a whisper at first**
"Please come mock us. We haven't had a reason to rip off someones arm and beat them with it for a long time. And to be mocked by a walking joke...well that would be just the inspiration we would need to turn your waste of a corpse into a masterpiece of pain and misery. Of course, we have never really needed an excuse...so lets call it inspiration for our art. And to that matter, you should just hide under a rock and disappear Chuckles. Because you will not walk away from this match with a smile on your face. In fact....we don't think you are going to walk away at all. And that Chuckles...will be no laughing matter."
**Bull sits back down**
"And on to the woman of time, the one who succeeds and fails based on the whims of her friends. No Bonnie, we are not mocking you...yet. We are pointing out what appears to be an obvious statement. You bring in the #beachkrew and you were viscous! But you feared the beast...you want it to stay in its box. So you returned to the Guardians and managed to accomplish a tag team victory for titles...but lost the top belt in the process. Success...and failure.....you seem to have learned nothing from either one. And that will be your downfall int his match. We are not something to be takin lightly...we do not play this little back and forth games. We are a freight train coming down the track and will run down any that stand before us."
**Bull leans in close**
"This is your warning."
**The voice is low timbered. It vibrates through the soul of the listener, monstrous and intellectual in the same growl of words.**
"You may think you know terror, you may believe you understand destruction, and yes, you might even believe you know violence. But you...know...nothing!"
**A deep, slow chuckle. Classic horror scenes flash by quickly.**
"But you will. And you will wish you had never left your happy little suburbia. The damned are here, and we are going to visit each and every one of you. Sooner or later, it is simple a matter of time."
"Time, that's something that will take on new meaning for all of you very soon. How much of it do you have left? How much have we allowed you to have?"
**A deep chuckle again. **
"We do not discriminate."
"We don't not care about your love life, your home life, or your life in general."
"We care only for how quickly or slowly we are going to end it for you."
**The screen darkens completely, then words flash, large and red**
"YOU WILL BE NAILED BY HATE!"
