Post by Amanda Nathan on Aug 8, 2011 0:36:28 GMT -5
The camera fades in and scans around to show exactly where it is at, the boiler room backstage. The camera scans a little more before revealing a shadowy figure sitting cross legged on the concrete floor. A pair of white orbs glow through dark hair that covers their face. They release a long drawn out howl as their dark locks fall away from showing that they are wearing a mask. The mystery person lowers their face toward the camera.
"Heh, heh, heh... Seasons come and seasons go. But death is always eternal. Heh, you see... There are two kinds of people in this world... Only two... There are the weak and the strong... The hunters and the hunted... The strong live and the weak die..."
He stops and the only sounds around are the hum of the furnace and his own heavy breaths. The man starts to tug at his hair and laughs maniacally, stopping long enough to continue.
"Like clock work the pieces fall together after breaking apart.. The winds of change blow hard as can be... And the God's of Death and War rise. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse begin to ride... Glory dies... Honor fades... Only Sin remains... HA HA HA!!!"
EOT
"Heh, heh, heh... Seasons come and seasons go. But death is always eternal. Heh, you see... There are two kinds of people in this world... Only two... There are the weak and the strong... The hunters and the hunted... The strong live and the weak die..."
He stops and the only sounds around are the hum of the furnace and his own heavy breaths. The man starts to tug at his hair and laughs maniacally, stopping long enough to continue.
"Like clock work the pieces fall together after breaking apart.. The winds of change blow hard as can be... And the God's of Death and War rise. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse begin to ride... Glory dies... Honor fades... Only Sin remains... HA HA HA!!!"
EOT
