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Bored Stiff
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Topic Started: Aug 9 2013, 11:05 PM (80 Views)
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Nightmare
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Aug 9 2013, 11:05 PM
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The Bastard of the Dreadfort.
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“Lights flicker”
We hear mumble from the darkness of the screen.
“Lights fade”
We hear once more, the almost soft whispering from the darkness, the eerie sounds of a haunting voice begins to fill the dead area.
“Lights die”
We hear the voice mumble again, this time however we get no darkness, no deathly whispers or sight of the black. We hear the cynical laughter of a man as the lights slowly rush into the frame of the feed. Away from the darkness and black that the video had opened with we see Gavin sitting alone, the sound of rain outside pounding as he sits near a window it what looks to be the lobby of the Manhattan Center.
“For the last year I’ve made a living destroying lives; I’ve shown to everyone here that man needs no motive or need to end someone. I’ve shown that sometimes the greatest killer is just the pure boredom that dwindles in someone’s head time and time again. Boredom can become a deadly creature though, because when you become bored you begin to think and envision all these horrific ideas and images you wish to do to others.” [/color][/b]
“Like all things boredom can only be killed when someone has something to take his mind, and a year ago I found a muse, a target of the ideas and images I had conjured through my boredom. Bombtrack tried to save me, he tried to show me that everything I was doing wasn’t the true path of light. He tried to show me that the path I was burning was only a path to self-destruction and chaos. But yet he couldn’t realize that I am a product of that road, boredom gave me ideas and Bombtrack gave me a canvas to paint them onto to.”
Gavin chuckles as he leans back and rest his head on the cool glass window, his head pointed up at the ceiling.
“If it wasn’t for Bombtrack giving me something to do I would still be wallowing in self pity and not giving out the rage and hate that I’ve been living with for far too long. And how poetic is it that on a card of throwback matches, a dream card of New Era’s brilliant past that he and I get to relive our violent and destructive history once more.”
Gavin chuckles once more as he looks straight at the camera he has sitting on a tripod.
“And with history it will be Bombtrack who relives the fun, the emotions, the horror I put him through as I kick his fucking skull off his shoulders and into the trash where he belongs. So prepare well, prepare everything you have and throw it all away Track because you and I both know there isn’t a game plan when you face me. So dig deep, pull out everything you have and make me suffer like I’ve made you, because if you give me even an inch of breathing room I will inject your life with poison and make you regret ever coming back here.”
We watch as Gavin stands up and lifts the camera off the tripod and stares deeply into it, his cold dark blue eyes end shivers down your spine. But before he could do anymore we watch as Gavin lets out a sick grin before he throws the camera to the floor, the lens shattering and the scene ending a moment later.
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