10-05-2014, 10:34 PM
"Apathy is a sort of living oblivion."
― Horace Greeley
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Detroit, Michigan
Outside of the Ford Field building
Ford Field. Not only home of the next XWF event, but also the home of the hearts of the many patrons of this very city. The home of many other sporting events, one not many hours ago.
The lot and sidewalks are covered with paper cups and all sorts of garbage. The particles make rustling and pinging noises as they're blown around in a whirlwind in the cold dark air. The only sounds that can be heard tonight in Detroit. Heartbroken and laid to rest, the city is silent.
The whistling wind is carrying a tune with a whistling doctor walking through the center of the lot. Smoking his cigar and one hand in his pocket, the Doctor approaches the very building that will hold his next session.
Doctor D'Ville- More and more places host the Doctor's sessions these days. It seems like every week a new patient awaits. I have a new mission. No harm done. As I stated from the beginning, my doors remain open. My purpose has always remained the same. After the mocking, the taunting, the bickering, and glam. After losing and bruising. Branded. I have no shame.
The time has come now once again, to invite two more new comers to my sessions. It's not the first time the Doctor has seen more than one, or two, the impossible HAS been done. You may think my victories were tainted and my awards were misgiven. But how does that follow along with my reputation? I've faced a few from the top, recognized as champions. At times I have failed and at times I have advanced.
Regardless of the outcome, my presence was known. The Doctor is here. And I'm here alone. So don't fear of the demons that creep in your shadow, right here is your devil so do so and follow. The shining armor will protect you no more, because there's darkness in your heart and you'll surely be swallowed. Protector of the weak and a leader to the same, the bottom of this food chain you'll surely remain. Your lack of skill is parallel to your honor, and after Monday Madness your ideals will falter. Claim your place as the Peasant of Champions, my friend, because tonight is the night you will meet your end.
The Doctor puffs about his cigar as he enters the building in front of him. To his office he will stay until he's called upon once again to save day.
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**The above banner created by Azrael Erubus.
*Song "The Dragon Born Comes" from Skyrim via YouTube.
― Horace Greeley
Detroit, Michigan
Outside of the Ford Field building
Ford Field. Not only home of the next XWF event, but also the home of the hearts of the many patrons of this very city. The home of many other sporting events, one not many hours ago.
The lot and sidewalks are covered with paper cups and all sorts of garbage. The particles make rustling and pinging noises as they're blown around in a whirlwind in the cold dark air. The only sounds that can be heard tonight in Detroit. Heartbroken and laid to rest, the city is silent.
The whistling wind is carrying a tune with a whistling doctor walking through the center of the lot. Smoking his cigar and one hand in his pocket, the Doctor approaches the very building that will hold his next session.
Doctor D'Ville- More and more places host the Doctor's sessions these days. It seems like every week a new patient awaits. I have a new mission. No harm done. As I stated from the beginning, my doors remain open. My purpose has always remained the same. After the mocking, the taunting, the bickering, and glam. After losing and bruising. Branded. I have no shame.
The time has come now once again, to invite two more new comers to my sessions. It's not the first time the Doctor has seen more than one, or two, the impossible HAS been done. You may think my victories were tainted and my awards were misgiven. But how does that follow along with my reputation? I've faced a few from the top, recognized as champions. At times I have failed and at times I have advanced.
Regardless of the outcome, my presence was known. The Doctor is here. And I'm here alone. So don't fear of the demons that creep in your shadow, right here is your devil so do so and follow. The shining armor will protect you no more, because there's darkness in your heart and you'll surely be swallowed. Protector of the weak and a leader to the same, the bottom of this food chain you'll surely remain. Your lack of skill is parallel to your honor, and after Monday Madness your ideals will falter. Claim your place as the Peasant of Champions, my friend, because tonight is the night you will meet your end.
The Doctor puffs about his cigar as he enters the building in front of him. To his office he will stay until he's called upon once again to save day.
**The above banner created by Azrael Erubus.
*Song "The Dragon Born Comes" from Skyrim via YouTube.