Post by demetrireaper on Feb 25, 2009 15:45:39 GMT -5
Damien Scythe stands in front of me, dressed in his black suit and blood red mask covering his entire skull. Scythe for some reason decides to remain hidden from the world. Trying to cover the mistakes of the past with darkness and illusions. He's the man who brought me to the chaos of CWF. That was many many years ago, so long ago that it stands blurred like a drunken prom night, only I didn't get laid...well I didn't get laid at prom either, so I guess it's similarities never end. That's when I feel the sting of his gloved hand.
Daydreaming should be a sin. You'll lose what's left of your mind, and frankly, I do not have the patience to find you a new one.Damien takes his time slowly changing the glove on his hand, as if touching me would infect him. Scythe wasn't always this way, his past is no mystery but it's a long tale of betrayal and heartbreak causing him to lose faith in everything he cared about. It's an epic tale to be told.
I'm sorry I lost my focus; but are we honestly going to just sit back and wait for my next match? I've been out of action for weeks, I need something to do. Maybe I'll take up smoking then try to quit..or try to clone a sheep...or join the carnival for a while.Yet another strike with the gloved hand. Damien sighs and changes his glove for a fresh one. This place is already enough of a carnival; the scent of psychotics, freaks, geeks and even whores can be detected from miles away. Stop acting like a demented child and stick to the plan!
I'm going for a walk...I growl to him and make my way out of the room. I thought the point of all this was to fit in, but I feel just as alone as before.
Daydreaming should be a sin. You'll lose what's left of your mind, and frankly, I do not have the patience to find you a new one.Damien takes his time slowly changing the glove on his hand, as if touching me would infect him. Scythe wasn't always this way, his past is no mystery but it's a long tale of betrayal and heartbreak causing him to lose faith in everything he cared about. It's an epic tale to be told.
I'm sorry I lost my focus; but are we honestly going to just sit back and wait for my next match? I've been out of action for weeks, I need something to do. Maybe I'll take up smoking then try to quit..or try to clone a sheep...or join the carnival for a while.Yet another strike with the gloved hand. Damien sighs and changes his glove for a fresh one. This place is already enough of a carnival; the scent of psychotics, freaks, geeks and even whores can be detected from miles away. Stop acting like a demented child and stick to the plan!
I'm going for a walk...I growl to him and make my way out of the room. I thought the point of all this was to fit in, but I feel just as alone as before.