Post by cipher on Mar 9, 2020 3:58:41 GMT
"Naughty naughty naughty.
Tiresome little chickens dancing headless through the fields, heedless and ignorant of the bodies that feed the worms that shit the ground they dance on. Pathetic, ignorant, weak little creatures pretending at war and dominance while all the adults are gone to the war. It would be laughable if it weren’t so… sickeningly disrespectful.
Relics and children being forced into twine to hold together a dying empire. No better than the shit they stand on.
But soon, oh soon, shall they be reminded.
I WILL BE REMEMBERED.
I am not one to laugh and forget all that has been done and lost. I do not accept the fate that has been dealt me. I will not accept the state of the world I return to, crawling finger by broken finger from the oubliette they tried to lock me in. Me. ME! Lock me away, trap me in a prison and wait for me to rot? No. NO! All they do is give me time to think, time to prepare, time for my anger to fester, to putrify… to ferment into the finest of spirits.
And I will be in high spirits when I rub their faces in the pools of piss they have left all over this company while Fowler and Verona prayed they could pretend, if only for a moment, to be adults. Bad dogs. Naughty. Smell what you’ve done.
Now go outside into the cold and freeze to death while I watch your sad little puppy eyes go grey and empty.
Oh, ooooh yes. My mind may be cracked, but my body is whole. Stronger. Leaner. Hungrier. I see what the starving and the desperate get from the aesthetic – there’s a savagery in my heart that can only be taught by loss. By being dragged away from everyTHING and everyONE you LOVED and CARED about only to be cast into a place where there is nothing but the cold and the neglect and the eternal forgetting, forgetting, forgetting…
SHE did it to me.
And so I will butcher those SHE cares for like cattle.
Fortunate then that the one she loves most is the one who I have spent perhaps the longest amount of time fantasizing about gripping betwixt my newly calloused hands and driving my thumbs into his eyes until they POP like GRAPES that have been left too long in the SUN. Then comes the licking and the drinking… perhaps only then with such insights of the tongue shall I understand fully what he sees in those he prances with.
Pranced with?
Being InFamous is not fine.
Neither am I.
But I will make them worse before the sun should set. And it will start with Rob Diamond.
OHHHH yes, Rob Diamond, sniffing about like a bloodhound – only your snout has been cut off and replaced with a mask of glitter and pretension, so you can no longer catch the scent of your predators. DOMINICUS? No. No, you little pile of facetious slime, Lord Dominicus is not the man who has been hunting hunting hunting. Though you know that now, now that MY bomb blew up in your little faces…
Breaking Rob Diamond will be pleasure and pain – pleasure for that it has been far too long coming that I wrap my hands around his throat and twist until I hear the telltale crack, but pain as well for it will not be as sweet is it would have been could have been SHOULD. HAVE. BEEN. HOW DARE YOUR WEAKNESS AND FAILURES DENY ME THE CHANCE TO END YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP RAIN YOU SNIVELING, CROAKING, WANTON WEAKLING! STEVE AWESOME? No. NOOOO. You did it on PURPOSE! You would not lose to him, not even YOU, not to HIM, not to a BROKEN AND WASHED UP HAS BEEN WHO HASN’T BEEN SINCE HAS BEENS STOPPED BEING AMS.
No you did it because you heard the braying of the hounds that writhe beneath my skin, the hounds that bark and whine and beg for your blood to wash over me like a cleansing bath. YOU heard them coming, heard the whispers and saw the signs…
… I suppose I did leave your extradimensional alternates broken and mutilated for you to find so alas in this circumstance I may have myself to blame A BIT but you… you just HAD to react by making sure that when you went down to my hands as I plunged my fingers into your heart until my wrist passed by the lips of the hole I carved in your skin and YANKED out before going in for the final BITE… that I would only be ending A MAN. JUST A MAN. NOT A CHAMPION.
Coward. Weakling. Feeble, tattered soul worth not the spit that flies from your mouth when you speak.
But its okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Really. Really? YES. REALLY. DON’T DOUBT ME! I HEAR YOUR DOUBTS GNAWING AT YOUR MIND LIKE MOTHS TO A SUIT ILL CARED FOR AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH… such INDIGNITIES.
Yes. It is fine. It is fine because even though you have DENIED me this, it means that I am… inspired. Inspired to leave you alive, to leave you watching with your eyelids cut off so you cannot even blink. I will break your little arms and shatter your little knees and perhaps even snap your little SPINE with my bare hands, and then I will prop you up like the teddy bear you wear on your dick and make… you… SEE.
He may have taken it from you, but it is only transitory. I will take it from him back. I will turn Awesome into nothing more than a broken dog delivering his master the newspaper while I enjoy my morning coffee.
Only the newspaper is the championship you fought for.
And the coffee will be your synaptic fluid.
Or maybe your little pooh bear’s blood that I will rip from his veins with a wrench.
We're gonna have fun."
Tiresome little chickens dancing headless through the fields, heedless and ignorant of the bodies that feed the worms that shit the ground they dance on. Pathetic, ignorant, weak little creatures pretending at war and dominance while all the adults are gone to the war. It would be laughable if it weren’t so… sickeningly disrespectful.
Relics and children being forced into twine to hold together a dying empire. No better than the shit they stand on.
But soon, oh soon, shall they be reminded.
I WILL BE REMEMBERED.
I am not one to laugh and forget all that has been done and lost. I do not accept the fate that has been dealt me. I will not accept the state of the world I return to, crawling finger by broken finger from the oubliette they tried to lock me in. Me. ME! Lock me away, trap me in a prison and wait for me to rot? No. NO! All they do is give me time to think, time to prepare, time for my anger to fester, to putrify… to ferment into the finest of spirits.
And I will be in high spirits when I rub their faces in the pools of piss they have left all over this company while Fowler and Verona prayed they could pretend, if only for a moment, to be adults. Bad dogs. Naughty. Smell what you’ve done.
Now go outside into the cold and freeze to death while I watch your sad little puppy eyes go grey and empty.
Oh, ooooh yes. My mind may be cracked, but my body is whole. Stronger. Leaner. Hungrier. I see what the starving and the desperate get from the aesthetic – there’s a savagery in my heart that can only be taught by loss. By being dragged away from everyTHING and everyONE you LOVED and CARED about only to be cast into a place where there is nothing but the cold and the neglect and the eternal forgetting, forgetting, forgetting…
SHE did it to me.
And so I will butcher those SHE cares for like cattle.
Fortunate then that the one she loves most is the one who I have spent perhaps the longest amount of time fantasizing about gripping betwixt my newly calloused hands and driving my thumbs into his eyes until they POP like GRAPES that have been left too long in the SUN. Then comes the licking and the drinking… perhaps only then with such insights of the tongue shall I understand fully what he sees in those he prances with.
Pranced with?
Being InFamous is not fine.
Neither am I.
But I will make them worse before the sun should set. And it will start with Rob Diamond.
OHHHH yes, Rob Diamond, sniffing about like a bloodhound – only your snout has been cut off and replaced with a mask of glitter and pretension, so you can no longer catch the scent of your predators. DOMINICUS? No. No, you little pile of facetious slime, Lord Dominicus is not the man who has been hunting hunting hunting. Though you know that now, now that MY bomb blew up in your little faces…
Breaking Rob Diamond will be pleasure and pain – pleasure for that it has been far too long coming that I wrap my hands around his throat and twist until I hear the telltale crack, but pain as well for it will not be as sweet is it would have been could have been SHOULD. HAVE. BEEN. HOW DARE YOUR WEAKNESS AND FAILURES DENY ME THE CHANCE TO END YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP RAIN YOU SNIVELING, CROAKING, WANTON WEAKLING! STEVE AWESOME? No. NOOOO. You did it on PURPOSE! You would not lose to him, not even YOU, not to HIM, not to a BROKEN AND WASHED UP HAS BEEN WHO HASN’T BEEN SINCE HAS BEENS STOPPED BEING AMS.
No you did it because you heard the braying of the hounds that writhe beneath my skin, the hounds that bark and whine and beg for your blood to wash over me like a cleansing bath. YOU heard them coming, heard the whispers and saw the signs…
… I suppose I did leave your extradimensional alternates broken and mutilated for you to find so alas in this circumstance I may have myself to blame A BIT but you… you just HAD to react by making sure that when you went down to my hands as I plunged my fingers into your heart until my wrist passed by the lips of the hole I carved in your skin and YANKED out before going in for the final BITE… that I would only be ending A MAN. JUST A MAN. NOT A CHAMPION.
Coward. Weakling. Feeble, tattered soul worth not the spit that flies from your mouth when you speak.
But its okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Really. Really? YES. REALLY. DON’T DOUBT ME! I HEAR YOUR DOUBTS GNAWING AT YOUR MIND LIKE MOTHS TO A SUIT ILL CARED FOR AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH… such INDIGNITIES.
Yes. It is fine. It is fine because even though you have DENIED me this, it means that I am… inspired. Inspired to leave you alive, to leave you watching with your eyelids cut off so you cannot even blink. I will break your little arms and shatter your little knees and perhaps even snap your little SPINE with my bare hands, and then I will prop you up like the teddy bear you wear on your dick and make… you… SEE.
He may have taken it from you, but it is only transitory. I will take it from him back. I will turn Awesome into nothing more than a broken dog delivering his master the newspaper while I enjoy my morning coffee.
Only the newspaper is the championship you fought for.
And the coffee will be your synaptic fluid.
Or maybe your little pooh bear’s blood that I will rip from his veins with a wrench.
We're gonna have fun."
Well howdy there pardner.