Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Mar 10, 2007 9:35:50 GMT -5
Wreckingball is standing alone, on a rocky hill. His face is upturned towards the sky......and it is stormy.
A violent wind blows sheets of rain across the sky, and Wreckingball as soaked by the driving rain. The scene is lit from above, by constant flashes of lightning behind cast-iron clouds.....
A stream of rain and tears run down his face.......and he turns to the camera.
Wreckingball:........The appointed hour approaches!
*A flash of lightning*
Wreckingball: They shall not deny my brothers and I....what is ours by right. Honour and glory shall be our reward....and all who stand in our way shall know only rage and despair!
*More lightning*
Wreckingball: Seven days remain!
*More lightning....but getting brighter and more frequent...*
Wreckingball: Seven days.......until we take back what is ours!
*A huge bolt of lightning, in the shape of the number 7. The video freezes on it and cuts*
A violent wind blows sheets of rain across the sky, and Wreckingball as soaked by the driving rain. The scene is lit from above, by constant flashes of lightning behind cast-iron clouds.....
A stream of rain and tears run down his face.......and he turns to the camera.
Wreckingball:........The appointed hour approaches!
*A flash of lightning*
Wreckingball: They shall not deny my brothers and I....what is ours by right. Honour and glory shall be our reward....and all who stand in our way shall know only rage and despair!
*More lightning*
Wreckingball: Seven days remain!
*More lightning....but getting brighter and more frequent...*
Wreckingball: Seven days.......until we take back what is ours!
*A huge bolt of lightning, in the shape of the number 7. The video freezes on it and cuts*
