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Join us... - Hysteria 'The Prophet' - 11-03-2014
The eerie outside of the abandoned church is shown. The camera flies into the sky as it shows a visual of the roof of the building. The travelling camera flies down into the hole in the roof of the cathedral. As it descends down into the building, a row of hung lanterns are displayed along the middle aisle. There are also two enormous fire pits set up on the stage where an altar is set-up. The sound of the crackling of the logs on the bonfires fills the air as does the eerie theme song.
Footsteps are heard and the familiar black fedora appears above the altar. The white mask appears as the black ink splotch changes from shape to shape. He steps up to the altar with his chest appearing over the altar. He stretches his arms out as his laugh is barely audible. Two buttons are shown on the altar. Hysteria raises his hands and brings them down on the buttons with force!
A loud eruption of noise fills the area as it sounds as though a shotgun was fired off. Two large banners fall from the ceiling behind him. The one on the left side of the stage has an enlarged ink blot with The Higher Power written on the bottom in a blood-red scrawl. The right banner also has an ink blot of a different shape. It has The Asylum written all over it in blood-red print.
Hysteria reaches into his black leather coat and withdraws a leather-bound book from his jacket. Hysteria raises his hands and lowers them slowly. As he does so, the music dies down. Hysteria clears his throat.
WELCOME! This is the hallowed halls of The Higher Power’s Sanctuary! Today we are joined to have a ceremony of epic proportions! Our newest members shall take the walk and join into the brotherhood of The Asylum. We accept all comers regardless of race, sex, status, or sexual orientation. The only thing we ask is that you respect, serve, and perhaps even adore The Higher Power. Now you, candidates, will step through the lantern walkway and drop to your knees before the altar. Spread your wings and begin to fly little birdies!
The music starts up again as Hysteria places his hands on the mantle before him. Red mist fills the floor of the sanctuary. The smell of sulfur fills the nostrils of the inductees. The inductees stand in the dark at the entrance of the church. Mickey ‘The Martyr’ Manson steps up behind the first inductee, Cory Scarecrow, and walks behind him as he treads through the walkway. Cory is completely shrouded by a hood and cloak. He appears like a druid as he walks through the center of the church. They finally move to the front of the pews. Mickey forcefully pushes Scarecrow down to his knees. Hysteria looks down over the pulpit and waives his hand. Mickey grabs Scarecrow by the neck and begins dragging him to the door on the right side of the cathedral. Mick kicks it open and drags the body in there. A few seconds pass as Mickey reenters the room. He walks through the center of the room and grabs Ghost Tank.
Ghost Tank’s hulking presence navigates through the pathway. Mickey follows him closely. They get to the front of the chapel and Tank goes down to his knees as the hood shrouds his face. Hysteria leans over the podium and begins laughing in anticipation.
GHOST TANK! Swear your allegiance. The Higher Power has spoken and is unsure of you, but I asked for your admittance if you could convince him. Now… Speak.
I swear my allegiance to the Higher Power. I swear to follow the word of the Higher Power as relayed to me by its prophet, Hysteria. I offer up my strength, my speed, my determination in bringing about the ruin of those that would dare to oppose the Higher Power. To the Higher Power I give everything, and to the Higher Power's enemies, I bring desolation. I bring suffering. I will hurt them, so that they will come to know the Higher Power is a force to be feared as well as respected. I solemnly swear to serve the Higher Power until I am no longer needed, or no longer able. Until such point in time, I make my pledge to carry out the Higher Power's will, with extreme prejudice to all that opposite it.
Ghost Tank then lowers his head, eagerly awaiting to be told if he has convinced the Higher Power. Hysteria looks up and bright red light shines on the body of Ghost Tank.
Rise, Ghost Tank. You are now a formal member of The Asylum. Anything you require or need from our brotherhood is at your disssssposalll! Just ASK! Now… a name… we need a name… I, Hysteria, am The Prophet of course. Mickey Manson is The Martyr, but you… you seem like a force of power and respect and… destruction. Hmmm… perhaps… perhaps… AHH! I HAVE IT! My child… Ghost Tank. You shall clean this earth of all of its imperfections. You shall be… THE CLEANSOR!
Mickey Manson places a hand on the head of Ghost Tank, says a short inaudible prayer and then lifts Tank to his feet and places him standing to the left side. Mickey walks to the back of the cathedral and follows Lucius Fyre to the front in his hood. Fyre falls to his knees as Hysteria shakes and bounces from side to side. Manson places a hand on the head of Fyre and says another inaudible prayer. He lifts Lucius Fyre and brings him to the right side. Manson disappears for a second back to the door in which he carried Scarecrow to. Hysteria begins laughing wildly to fill the void. Then the door opens and Manson is leading Cory Scarecrow into the room and to his knees. Hysteria begins laughing wildly as Scarecrow opens his arms.
All hail The Higher Power. All hail The Prophet. All hail The Asylum.
Hysteria begins laughing wildly again. Mickey lifts up Scarecrow and sets him up in the center. Mickey steps forward and falls to his knees.
Father, I have aided in bringing these three children to your tranquility and insanity. I pray that you will show us the direction in which we are next to take. In your holy presence, I pray. Amen.
Hysteria opens the book and laughs silently to himself.
Chapter 12 Verse 12-14
Welcome all ye children to a house of no judgment and no chastising. All who enter the hallowed halls of The Asylum shall weep or be weary. We stand strong as a unit and take others to show them the way.
The book has SSSspoken. We all are children of the power on high. The Higher Power has spoken and has chosen us as his children, but we aren’t stopping here. I want this entire chapel FULL of children worshipping the almighty! An army… I… WE… SHALL BRING AN ARMY!
Hysteria slams a fist down. He slowly raises his arms as the theme song for The Asylum comes back up.
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A table. A big leather chair with rip marks into it. A masked man wearing a hat placing his backside into the chair.
Guppy. Now that I’ve allowed you to see a private ceremonnnnyyyy betweeeeeen myself and my newest followers. I have questionssss. How does being a placeholder feeeeel? Can you feeeeel it crawling under your skin and along your bones? It’s the feeling of dread. The feeling of FEAR. The time is coming soon, doctor… or should I say FORMER doctor. Your petite stature shall be bent in half over the knee of The Prophet and snapped in two. You’ve wonnn some epic matchessss over competition such as Loverdolt and Peter Feedmore. But you’ve never stepped into the ring with a guy like me. I am insanity… I am the light at the end of the tunnel. Parsh… won’t you walk down the tunnel? The question you have to assssssk is whether that light at the end of the tunnel is the afterlife… or a big ass train coming to run your ass into the TRACKS!
CHOO! CHOOOO!
Hysteria begins laughing wildly. He slams his hands down on the table in front of him several times. He aligns himself with the chair and sighs happily.
Now, on Warfare, I will be going up against a man of legendary status at the XWF. GUPSTER! YOU HEAR THAT?! I CALLED YOU A LEGEND! YOU OLD NIGGAH! Hehehe But you are going to take your chance and step into the ring with me? I’m going to slap your cute ittttttyyyy bittttttyyyy face until it begins to gush a red liquid many will call… BLOOD. Now prepare… Mr. Parshhhh. For a bloody affair in which I will leave. Holding your title above my head as the new… Higher Power Champion.
Hysteria laughs wildly as he pushes the table over.