Post by abraxes on Mar 14, 2021 21:27:32 GMT
The scene of a quiet dorm room. The student slumbering peacefully. The only light provided by the soft glow of their laptop screen. All seems well for them, until the symbol of an incoming video call. It rings for a few moments before the mouse moves on the screen all on it’s own to accept the call.
Immediately the image is thrust into full screen, to reveal the grinning face of Abraxes.
“Once more, the Roulette comes. The wheel of time does spin round and round in this mortal plain. What has happened before will happen once more. Eagerly I await the spectacle of violence that is coming.”
He clicks his teeth together as his red eyes blaze against the screen.
“29 others to punish. 29 others to destroy. I await their doom. The cries of pain! The cracking of bones! The tearing of flesh! It is the most wonderful time of the year. The chance to unleash pain and anguish in so rich a field. For who can stand before me? Who thinks they have the heart? I know that none of you do. I shall cut my way through you like a scythe threw wheat. I shall cast you to the side as the farm tosses the chaff.”
He titters to himself, rocking back and forth.
“It is coming. Soon I shall be unleashed amongst all of you, seeking to destroy and to injure. I will bathe in the sounds of your pain. The scent of your fear will be like sweat smells to me. I am coming for all of you. Prepare yourselves for my enlightenment.”
He cackles loudly, head tossed back as he shakes back and forth before the power to the computer suddenly sparks and dies.
Immediately the image is thrust into full screen, to reveal the grinning face of Abraxes.
“Once more, the Roulette comes. The wheel of time does spin round and round in this mortal plain. What has happened before will happen once more. Eagerly I await the spectacle of violence that is coming.”
He clicks his teeth together as his red eyes blaze against the screen.
“29 others to punish. 29 others to destroy. I await their doom. The cries of pain! The cracking of bones! The tearing of flesh! It is the most wonderful time of the year. The chance to unleash pain and anguish in so rich a field. For who can stand before me? Who thinks they have the heart? I know that none of you do. I shall cut my way through you like a scythe threw wheat. I shall cast you to the side as the farm tosses the chaff.”
He titters to himself, rocking back and forth.
“It is coming. Soon I shall be unleashed amongst all of you, seeking to destroy and to injure. I will bathe in the sounds of your pain. The scent of your fear will be like sweat smells to me. I am coming for all of you. Prepare yourselves for my enlightenment.”
He cackles loudly, head tossed back as he shakes back and forth before the power to the computer suddenly sparks and dies.
Well howdy there pardner.