The Fell Hand/ Apocalypse NOW!

[virus]

Kkrzh! Krrr! Krewwwp! The scene finally comes up, as seen by the red REC at the top. The camera is set on a tripod in the middle of what appears to be a dark loft. The only source of light is a pale sliver coming through a large, dusty circular window. Directly in front of this window is a Playskool plastic children's table, with four matching toddler chairs. There are four figures seated around the table, one of which is man-sized, the others oddly small. Midgets... The large figure gets up and moves the camera closer. This reveals that the others are actually old, ratty stuffed animals, seated in a tea-party like fashion. There is a rabbit with a tattered ear, a small grey bear missing an eye, and a big brown dog, just generally old and misused. Virus finally sits back down at the table, and turns to the camera. His hateful lavender eyes burn with an unquenched fire.



V I R U S:
Full Contact Wrestling... Sinners. Hateful, despising idolators. The time is drawing near. The End. God's cleansing of your... despicable planet. I am Virus, His Fell Hand, His angel of retribution. I am the blazing holocaust that marks the end of your destruction of this Earth. I am the over-ride on this little project called humanity. Can you feel the tingle in the air? Noah did. Moses did. Each and every one of you lice is marked for the Abyss, the pits. I am charged with the HOLY crusade of bringing about your demise. The end is coming. Everything will perish in fire. Everything... EVERYTHING ENDS!

Virus stares into the camera for a good ten seconds, his glare burning holes into the camera lense... He then laughs coldly, emotionlessly, and his brilliant white teeth are shown, revealing sharpened incisors. The camera suddenly cuts out with a loud feedback screech.

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[Jason Evans]

...wow...

[virus]

Is that good or bad?

[Blade LaVigne]

Its good..good job

[virus]

Thanks, man.

[The Edgecrusher]

...A short time later...

Marc pushes his way through the cobwebs, choking several times on the dust building in his lungs. The darkness engulfs deeper and deeper with each step he takes, each blink revealing less detail, each breath getting heavier, like the weight of a thousand Samoan Joe's on him he struggled to breath. The darkness reminded him of that night, the night everything changed....

Nothing... no light, no sound, no words! Only a rhythmic beat, a sweat heavenly melody. "Love Shack" by the B-52's begins to float in gently as Marc's father Richard rings out.

"Come on girls! I know you got it move those legs! You can do it!"

Marc stops dead in his tracks up the winding steps of the FCW emo tower. Clinching his teeth and still holding the handrail tightly he forces himself to continue each step one at a time.

"I must do my job..." Marc repeats to himself over and over again and he climbs the 124 story spiral staircase of the tower. Time seems to fade by quickly, each brick looked the same, each step matched the next one up. 100 or so was The Edgecrushers count for floors scaled, sore calf muscles and cotton mouth quickly set in.

"This is my floor, otherwise I'm re-applying at Taco Bell!" EC says softly to himself as he pulls up to a standing position. A quick kick of his left foot brings a mop flying up the steps after him. He catches it in mid-air and unties the rope connecting the cleaning device to his ankle. He enters the only door on that level, it's a tiny door he could easily crush if wanted... at least that's what Marc liked to tell himself. Lucky for the door he had a janitor master key that allowed him access. While he was now under contract with the FCW as a wrestler he was required to continue his Janitor duties. These duties involved cleaning up after all the whiny guys who hide in rafters and bell towers. He looked around the room, copies of dark and mystic books lay strewn throughout, he picks them up one by one speaking each title aloud.

"Tales of horror by Edgar Allen Poe, The satanist handbook, The Necro... Necronomi... con.... Necronomican?" The third book startles The Edgecrusher more then anything. A feeling of confusion and fear overtakes him. Finally is is able to force the title of the book past his lips into the air. "The ultimate guide to the new kids on the block." He tosses the book down and quickly steps back thinking to himself. "That shit is just way to creepy even for me!" He turns and exits the room as the scene fades out.

[Jason Evans]

Virus: That was a 'DAMN'! Lol, ya, but great debut RP. I can tell your starting out on a good note.

[virus]

Thanks. I appreciate all the comments.

[Jason Evans]

Keep up da good work man.