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{Your screen is black. Music slowly sifts through the speakers, playing over the field of darkness....
{A whirring sound can be heard, as the screen flashes momentarily, intercut with static. The whirring slowly intensifies, a faint buzzing reverberates, the static and flashing begin to dissipate. As the sounds continue to echo, a face can almost be seen forming in the static. A face covered in a long mane of hair...seemingly smiling. The pace slowly, but surely begins to intensify. The figure winks, makes the shape of a heart with its hands, before blowing a kiss...A loud beat drops through the sound system. The screen instantly goes black, as the song truly kicks in.}
{Images of gears in an old, rusty clock are displayed. Clicking, grinding, turning, and moving....A countdown begins, ticking away with each beat...}
10...
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
[font size="3"][font color="ff0000"]2[/font]...[/font][/div]
{As the '
2' flashes before the screen, static rips through, and we find ourselves gazing into a mirror.}
[size="4"]"Hours...
Spiral and coil into black.
Some remembered, some forever gone..."[/size]
{We see a figure, gazing into its reflection, but the reflection is hazy. Its hair is long, dyed in multiple, dazzling hues...a childlike voice rings through the speakers....}
'...as i lay me down to sleep...'
{The figure lifts a hand to their face, nails painted with every color of the rainbow, as a smile seems to appear on their face....an almost Cheshire-Cat like grin.....}
[size="4"]"Tragic...
We never get them all back.
The relentless march of time must still go on..."[/size]
'...i pray my soul is mine to keep...'
{.....within a flash, the figure quickly strikes the mirror, jabbing their fist into the glass. Shards are sent to the floor, blood dripping from the gaping wounds in their flesh.....They lower to their knees...the hair slowly changing, growing grey, their nails losing their brilliant color, turning to a raven black, as they stand before the shattered mirror.......}
'...and never step outside this bed...'
{....we then see the figure take a pair of scissors to their head.....snipping away at the hair, as it falls to the ground. Images flash in the broken reflection.....Images of a man, electrocuted, torn apart, cut and bled dry....before a blade falls.}
"The tide is turning.
Horizon's burning..."
{...The reflection goes blurry, before we find more images.....bleeding walls, broken dolls and bloodied bodies. A raging inferno, flames bathing over every inch of the land...}
{Scorched Earth.}
'...let in all the evil...'
"Your days are numbered.
[color="red"]Your future has crumbled."
{...Suddenly, the mirror shatters.}
"...NOW BACK FROM THE DEAD..."
{The shards pour down in a crystal clear, 3D, HD effect...before they begin to swirl as if they were being spun in a tornado. They then scatter, and appear to rain down upon a shadow-encased roof. The roof of The Texas Memorial Stadium in Austin. Early morning. The dawning of a new day.....}
Saturday. June 21st. 2014.
"The Awakening"[/color]
{.... The song fades, and we find the tron showing a figure wrapped in the darkness. Silence falls across the speakers. As moments pass, the screen flashes once again, and with each flash, the figure seemingly draws nearer, and nearer still...}
{As the figure approaches, sounds filter through...... The slow, dragging of metal scraping against metal. The shock of a thousand volts slicing through the air. Explosions splitting the speakers, harsh rasping upon a man's back, and every inch of his body. The crushing of bone. The tearing of muscle. A blood-curdling scream..... then silence.}
{....With a blinding flash of light, for not more than a split second, the image of a brutalized 'Storm' is shown. The scene depicting the cruelty he suffered lasts but a moment. But it is a moment long enough to leave a lasting impression.}
"...are you scared..."
{We are then left with a black screen...before two eyes appear.}
{The eyes of The Artist Formerly Known as raYne. He smiles. He winks.}
[font color="red"]
"...he's here..."[/font]
|dead. shemale. walking|
|this is gonna be your judgement day|
|i was blindsided...but things will never, EVER, be the same|
|nice guys? they always finish last|
|there's no forgiveness this time|
|no excuses this time|
#YoureGonnaPay3
#CanYouFeelIt? | #ItBegins |
#2Nite
#IveBeenWaitingForThisMomentAllMy
AfterLife
~ + ~
--EnterHell'sVortex--
Trinity: Neo, Morpheus sacrificed himself so we could get you out. There is no way you're going back in.
Neo: Morpheus did what he did because he believes something I'm not.
Trinity: What?
Neo: I'm not the one, Trinity. The Oracle hit me with that too.
Trinity: No, you have to be.
Neo: I'm sorry, I'm not. I'm just another guy.
Trinity: No, Neo, that's not true. It can't be True.....
Neo: Why?...I know that's what it looks like, but it's not. I can't explain to you why it's not. Morpheus believes in something and he was ready to give his life, I understand that now. That's why I have to go.
Tank: Why?
Neo: Because I believe in something.
Trinity: What?
"iBelieve I can bring him back."
~ + ~
Where his door closed? Mine has opened.
Ego me bello. iWas in a war against myself.
And I won. Thanks to The Storm...
The Show will go on.
|never send a rain storm to do a showman's job|
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