Caliban
The born and raised irish airbourne
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08-06-2013, 09:59 PM
This is a promo I did for my Elisha style character called Punkin in NGIW, its for a first blood battle royale lemme know what you think
Slaughterhouse by Punkin aka Jordan Caliban
We open with a moving camera shot down a dark dank corridor until it opens on a large brightly lit room with a draining system in the middle, the cameraman coughs and gags from the smell of the red bathed and then encrusted room. Punkin is standing in the middle legs split across the drain.
Blood, blood is the aim of the game this time round is it? OK I know a little something about that as you can see by our surroundings. In the Nether realm the main building in any cities doubles as 2 things, the state house or palace in our case and the cities slaughter house. 24/7 bloodletting. THAT IS THE HOUSE IN WHICH I GREW UP, gentlemen I may be new to this company but if you put a whole lot of meat in one place with blood letting being the goal I will be more at home than any of you could dream, and that will be your final nightmare
He walks around the room and you can hear the dried Hemoglobin crunch below his feet cackling manically at every loud crunch and air bubble he can pop sending small clusters of red into the air
No matter how dark you can claim your soul is, can any of you claim that this is fun to you because for me this was the first kind of fun I knew. Good luck boys, lets get messy
As the camera turns to leave Punkin calls him back one more time
JUST A SECOND, I have a song for my opponents
He starts to sing in the like of a football/soccer crowd
YOUR GOING HOME IN A FUCKIN AMBULANCE, YOUR GOING HOME IN A FUCKING AMBULANCE OI OI OI!
Video ends with the camera turning to leave and the sound of the song ringing through the dank old building
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