Post by Eternity on Oct 2, 2021 11:58:33 GMT
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Post Show Fallout: Friday Night Sacrifice 10/01/21
Open Fight Night
Post Show Fallout: Friday Night Sacrifice 10/01/21
Open Fight Night
Long after even Caleb Lockwood has finally departed, a skeleton crew walks through from the other side, looking to deconstruct the ring as the rest of the world moves on without us. The lights flicker and through the unexpected jerk of a lens, our attention is drawn back towards the squared circle in which so many legacies are forged, but for as many are fondly remembered, countless others are forgotten...flickers lost in the blinding light of eternity.
The echoes of our memory are still heard today, and despite the best efforts of another pair of lost sisters, always would be, and it is on this realisation that the lights go out completely. Soon after there is only silence.
A few moments after that, a bright spotlight casts a shadow of doubt in the mind of all who watched, waited. A single old crow walks among seven scattered spider lilies. Her head bowed and her wings outstretched a moment.
The Imperitron lights up with the words: “In Loving Memory“, as black and white as our faith had ever been.
She caws as the spotlight grows twice the size, to be joined by a second crow. The two females sing in harmony, cawing as the light spreads further and we now see three crows in a field of spider lilies, scattered perhaps in tribute.
The lights flicker wildly as the trio of birds are discordant in their sorrow and loud in their cries, until the lights die completely all over again and blissful undisturbed silent darkness returns.
The world goes on, the silence lingers. The flies return to their work as another sold out show is laid to rest, thanks to the combined efforts of the thoroughly unappreciated. The brief interruption is paid no mind. They still had a job to do.
But for how much longer is unknown, even to us.
All we know is, nothing lasts forever.
And some things never die.
The echoes of our memory are still heard today, and despite the best efforts of another pair of lost sisters, always would be, and it is on this realisation that the lights go out completely. Soon after there is only silence.
A few moments after that, a bright spotlight casts a shadow of doubt in the mind of all who watched, waited. A single old crow walks among seven scattered spider lilies. Her head bowed and her wings outstretched a moment.
The Imperitron lights up with the words: “In Loving Memory“, as black and white as our faith had ever been.
She caws as the spotlight grows twice the size, to be joined by a second crow. The two females sing in harmony, cawing as the light spreads further and we now see three crows in a field of spider lilies, scattered perhaps in tribute.
The lights flicker wildly as the trio of birds are discordant in their sorrow and loud in their cries, until the lights die completely all over again and blissful undisturbed silent darkness returns.
The world goes on, the silence lingers. The flies return to their work as another sold out show is laid to rest, thanks to the combined efforts of the thoroughly unappreciated. The brief interruption is paid no mind. They still had a job to do.
But for how much longer is unknown, even to us.
All we know is, nothing lasts forever.
And some things never die.