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The Deadliest Follies
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Topic Started: Jun 11 2017, 08:32 PM (81 Views)
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KingsMan
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Jun 11 2017, 08:32 PM
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lust, gluttony, and sloth Static fills the air a out of focus picture comes into frame *Hwwizzzt* *Hwwizzt* Standing mid frame in what looks like a disheveled boundaries, he is dressed in long leather slack and black and silver skull mask. He looks settled and composed; the only motion being simulated by the jittering and jolting motion of the camera and the slowly be fuzzing frame. Owen, Owen, Owen. My direst and most delusional foe. Since our little encounter a few days ago, I have been left wondering about a great deal of things. You seem quite intent on being rid of me and ilk. Driven, to say the least, to make sure that my influence does not spread here in the PRW. That I get snuffed out before I ever truly get a chance to engulf this place in flames. Mordrad walks over a picks up a chair, adjusting it before a just ember lite fireplace. His fingers clench deeply into the leather as he continues to speak, his back turned to the camera. I never really have got a chance to ask you this Drive. The occasion never really crossed us but I must ask: What do you believe in Owen? I asked the same thing of your brother before. His answers was lacking. So let’s take a look at you. You obviously believe in yourself. Everything about you screams that. But what I mean what do you, at your core, belief in? What direct that little compass of your in your heart? Kevin, releasing the chair, walks to a surprisingly well kept bookshelf. Fingering along a few spine, he releases a sigh of contentment and pulls out a very large and worn leather bound book. Walking with it, he thumbs around in it pages and speaks. You, as well as other, might be quite surprised to hear this but I myself am deeply religious man. Or at least that is how I was brought up. Scripture and Welsh Reformist fire and damnation filled my head and ears as child. To be honest I never really cared much for it. Matter of fact, the first scar that ever filled the tapestry of my body came from deny this same book. A gift from my father, both the book and the scar. But I must say, in regards to sin, I have always held a vested and peculiar interest in. It so fascinating. It says so much about us as man in what we hold as most heinous. Rounding the edge of the chair, Mordrad sits down in the upright chair and turns his gaze to the his left at dying fire. Reaching down, he throws a few stray piece of fuel into the fire. They rest for a moment then burst to life. Continuing to thumb around, Mordrad stops, a smile coming across his face. The seven deadly sins. The watermark of the wicked. The end all be all of evil and ill begotten soul. Have you thought about those before Owen? Ever measured your soul before the wisdom of the righteous? I have. I was found unworthy by their words. What about you Owen? What about you? His eyes loom forward; piercing the faint bit of static as they look far and deep; deep into the soul of Owen Drive. Flipping around a bit, Mordrad stops and speaks Habakkuk 3:12: In wrath you strode through the earth and in anger you threshed the nations. You expressed some wrath towards me Owen. You have openly hated me and sought to strike me down. But like a foul wind that seeks to bring low the well made home, all you have done is unleashed more destruction and pain in the PRW. In your pride would doom this place just to reach me. Proverb 16:18: Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. You are cracking up Owen. The pretty boy outside is starting to crack to show the grimy inside. It amusing you know? Your brother, Jesse, has the common decency to wear that fact that he is a low life, sleazy piece of shit on his sleeve like a badge of honor. He knows he worthless and from that he proved to be off worth here in PRW. And if I might be bold; it stings knowing that doesn’t it Owen? Your hatred of me? It is just the hatred you hold towards your brother repainted and repacked for me? The envy you feel for him left to fester and boil over like a fedid tide. A grim smile stretch the limits of Kevin mouth as continues to thumb his way through the tome in front of him. Proverbs 14:30: A heart at peace gives life to the body, but envy rots the bones. Your brother is at peace Owen. At the top of the world and I put him to peace. I expelled his shallow demons and freed his soul. Do not expect me to do the same for you. At Summerfest, when I break your bones, they will not heal. Where I spill your blood, no plant shall take root. The way IN which I will break your spirit, you shall never rise up to offend me or anyone again. I will rid PRW of your plague. Your gaudy lights and vapid ways. I will reveal in the sacrifice. You shall be offered up as pyre to blood drenched moon that is soon to set on this land. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. My will done. With a flick of his wrist, Mordrad flings the leather clad book into the roar fire at his side. It goes up in green and blue flames; a empty of worthless collection of words offered up a the final reprise for an empty and worthless man.
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