04-26-2014, 10:03 AM
My journey here was probably unlike yours in every way, but let's not assume we're destined to feud because of it.
Just know............. that you don't know. That's all you need to ever trust.
Shadows have cast shadows before; why not now too?
SCENE 1 - THE ANTICIPATION OF ROYAL DEBATE
Egypt is filled with pyramids. You cannot set foot anywhere in Egypt without walking over one.
That's not true.
Doubt me? My word as king? My hand as disciplinary supremacy?
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picture fizzles in
voices become identifiably independent
silhouettes before a wall of white fuzzed security monitors
"""When I speak, my word becomes"""
"Becomes what," asks a confused, frail looking boy - estimated to be in his late teens; a plain white tee with dirt stains and a pair of worn blue jeans on - looking to ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ with confusionalistic curiosity. There is a great pause as the word's authenticity is investigated.......
SCENE 2 - MOON LIT PANTRY SHELF CONVERSATIONS
From this new location, a boy remains baffled by ≡The Imperial Erotican≡'s superior manner of expressing oneself. ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ stares at the boy for several more minutes - long, uncomfortable minutes - and takes in a deep breath to back his words with the winds of change.
"""When I speak, more is quoted than that which your human ears can detect in dialect. The extra sensory deprivation contaminant that you all readily ingest day in and day out sees to that end"""
"I......I don't understand, sir," the boy sinking so low into defeat that he reminds ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ of his upcoming opponent. The murmurs of those standing around bring us to realize there are dozens if not hundreds of spectators standing in the darkness around ≡The Imperial Erotican≡, and this boy he is interacting with seems to have stepped forward into the center of the room which has a light coming down from high above. The ceiling cannot be seen and there are metal steps slightly visible in the background, giving the feel of a large industrial facility of some kind. When ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ speaks, his voice echoes into the surprisingly silent distance with so many onlookers present. These onlookers resemble everyday pedestrians in normal street wear; men and women equally mixed from a variety of ethnic backgrounds.
"""Without asking, I can presume your name to be Colton Bryan"""
The boy doesn't respond. His eyes sway to the right and his eyebrows twitch; does he dare disagree with ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ or does he allow himself to be given a new name in front of all these people? A few more seconds of silence are in fact a choice.
"""Excellent............. You accept your fate"""
≡The Imperial Erotican≡ throws his cape back to fully expose his right shoulder, complete with spiked armor. ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ allows his cape to partially conceal the other side of his body as he raises his right hand high into the air as if clutching a small orb in his palm. Everyone looks up at ≡The Imperial Erotican≡'s hand as it vibrates and his moan becomes audible. His helmet mostly keeps his eyes shadowed from the light above him but as his body begins to jitter and twitch, his head is thrown back and the light shines down into his eyes - pure white with no sign of pupils as his moan becomes a powerful roar.
The boy who ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ named "Colton Bryan" suddenly drops down to his knees, clutching his groin area and screaming in horrific pain. The onlookers remain calm and watch as the boy almost resembles a fish out of water, flopping and rolling back and forth on the ground while howling like a wounded animal. ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ keeps his hand raised and he starts to close it into an actual fist; the boy's screams of agony increasing as ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ closes his fingers and crushes the space that was previously held in his extended, unseen grasp. The moment his fist fully closes, the boy on the ground jerks violently and he drops flat, motionless. As he lies on his back and the area remains silent, the jeans of his crotch start to darken to a red shade............... ≡The Imperial Erotican≡ holds his hand out in front of him with his palm exposed to the light - the glistening beverage soaking his hand is not a wine that comes from squeezing any ordinary grape.
"""Kneel........ KNEEL!!!"""
A hushed voice from within the crowd of otherwise stoic onlookers - "Dude.....you popped his gonads....... I doubt he can kneel or do anything right now."
There is no response from ≡The Imperial Erotican≡, still holding his hand out and letting it drip.