10-11-2014, 01:48 PM
With a yawn, the crazed beast woke up. He knew the draft was going on, but he didn't truly care enough. He figured he'd be last or hell, he wouldn't be picked anyways. After all, who was he right now? Co-winner of a Team Builder Battle Royal with no intention of being teamed up with fellow winner, Game Boy. That was when Alvald appeared in the room, happier than a fly in a horse stall,
I just woke up. Can you at least give me a FUCKING MINUTE!?
Alvald then brought forth a cup from what seemed to be the shadows, because there was no holder for it, and it seemingly materialized out of no where. Ghost Tank let out a sigh of relief, and grabbed it, tearing the heat shielding lid, and began downing the molten hot coffee, made just how he liked. After draining half of it, he looked back to Alvald,
What is it, Alvald?
Instead of telling Ghost Tank, he turned on the t.v. and on it, just in the nick of time, is a replay of the draft. Maverick's name had just finished being called, and in stepped Eli James, who quickly said his name, then left for the rest to vote.
What pick was I? His last? Last name I remember him saying was Evertrust.
Well, you were his third. So, you're actually not last, like you thought you were going to be, or even second to last on the picks!
I guess he wants a mix of civilized and Monster. I'll give him what he wants.
With that Ghost Tank drank the rest of his coffee, Alvald took the camera away, with them fading to black.
The next image is simply Ghost Tank, sit/squatting on a chair, smiling wide revealing those black teeth,
Our opponents, they will hear the screams...My opponents, will KNOW THE SCREAMS BY NAME! For the sources come from all of you...You will hear your partners lying on the ground, BEGGING FOR THE END! Screaming their words as they ask for release! ONE, I WILL GLADLY, BRING THEM!... Eli...you chose well. For I am a new kind of monster, a new breed of beast, and all you'll have to do, when it's time, and you'll know when, during this match, is take the shackles off, so I can produce the orchestra of magnificent screams from our opponents.
The camera panned out, and Ghost Tank slowly pulled his hands out, revealing the metal wrapped around his wrists, and because he moved his hands, the chains became more prominent, revealing they were around his ankles as well...
Break my bonds, but know ye will find no beast, no monster, more worthy of them. You will know companionship, and your enemies, they shalt know fear.
The last image was that of his neon green eye left eye, moving wildly as he began laughing loudly over the image, that sick, maniacal laugh that could send chills down a lesser man's spine.
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