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Learn to Fear; A Final Warning to Crowe
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Topic Started: Jun 19 2018, 02:04 AM (36 Views)
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KingsMan
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Jun 19 2018, 02:04 AM
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The scene is simple. An empty barren field on a lonesome low light night in the Sonora Desert. The landscape of inhospitable as can be imagined. No life seems to be present. At least not any life with feelings or of consequences. Just bugs and snakes and survivors; scavengers lost in the heated and deadly desert. A voice comes over the scene; narrating what can be seen; the voice of the eerie and unsettling Kevin Mordrad . As the voice speaks, the landscape changes as do the pictures.
Life is never easy. It is a struggle to to survive, a clamoring fight for resources and opportunities. A constant fight for what is needed to continue onward, to thrive in a harsh and careless world. Some succeed in the wasteland that is life. Other, despite their tools and ideals, simply cannot. There is only a single reward for those that fail in the battle for life: death.
Failure is breed from weakness; it grows from within those that possess it like a weed. But unlike the weeds of the world, the weak serve a purpose. Without the weak, the strong could never survive. Without prey, the predators would stave off and die. Luckily, the world is rich in one thing overall: weakness.

Time and time again this has been shown to be true and come Summerfest it will yet again come to be. I am the hunter. I am the predator. And Crowe...she is to be my richest prey yet.
The screen frizzes out for a moment and the picture comes to life; showing Mordrad in his throne; alone and undisturbed.
I do not call you weak because of your size. I do not call you weak because you are a woman. I call you weak because you believe otherwise. I call you weak because you do not believe you can be beaten. No one is immune to the rigors of life, Ms.Crowe. No one is free from death’s grasp. It creeps in and levels all. You Ms.Crowe, have built a might mysticism around yourself. You believe you cannot be beat, that your streak of success is iron clad and indestructible. I laugh at that notion. I laugh at idea you are worthy to stand before me. I laugh at you.
Mordrad’s hands grip tightly into his throne, his throne of skulls gathered from a thousand conquests in a thousand places.
I laugh because I am the sword, the specter, that end that has loomed over you since you placed yourself above other simply because you have not been defeated. This time you will lose Crowe and it will be at my hands. And you just will not lose Crowe. Your fate, your destiny, is not so simple. I do not beat people Crowe. I destroy them. I rend them to pieces and build a throne from their bones. I convert able bodied into broken hunks of blood and bone. I do not pity the weak. I do show leniency. I attack. I destroy. I conquer.
Mordrad stands up from his seated position; the UD title shining in the low lights that surround him.
So sleep well while you can Crowe. Boast and bemuse those around you with your tales and antics. Because soon, oh soo very soon, I will teach you to do the one thing you have obvious forgotten how to do: FEAR.
The scene fades to black, the mad masked monster’s final words clear and ringing out in the stilled moment.
Edited by KingsMan, Jun 19 2018, 03:29 PM.
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HARKERN TO MY RECKONING!
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