Post by Eternity on Jan 23, 2014 18:40:52 GMT
A cold opening.
A dark opening.
Heh, what do you know?
Amber was right.
Just another typical Eternity promo.
A dollhouse, a gold IWF Annual Award statuette and a sparkling tiara is shown on a table, along with a ragdoll resembling Amber Richards bearing a wide smile is shown. Slowly we begin to zoom in on the blank, dead eyed and cold expression as we hear the voices of Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco provide some chilling narration over the random but symbollic collection of objects, reminding us all of the moment the landscape of the Diamonds Division was changed forever. The night that the unstoppable Jessica Reed was not only beaten for her World Championship, but also humiliated and hospitalised.
A shadow is cast, and looms large over the rag doll of Amber Richards who sits with her head leaning slightly to the left still smiling at you blissfully unaware of the dark clouds starting to gather over her head. You hear my voice come from somewhere off camera as you are left to take in the visuals of the disturbing scene playing out before you.
...And the days can only get darker from here, Terri.
A black glove reaches out and snatches Amber away from the scene. A second hand takes the tiara and places it on the big misshapen oval head of the rag doll.
Oh man, Amber totally called it!
Yep, nothing special here.
Okay, nothing to do now but to settle down, strap in and enjoy the wild ride. You were used to these promos by now. There was nothing left to say except:
And that is what you yelled at the television just before you heard me speak.
It is said that heavy lies the head that wears the crown, and so my dear sweet friend Amber, it stands to reason that a head that wears the double crown must lie twice as heavy...
The weight of the sparkling tiara forces the rag doll's head to bend at a most unnatural angle, any human neck would have snapped by now, but the doll keeps smiling.
Do you feel it, Amber? The pressure, the weight of the responsibility you now carry? You are the new best in the world. You did the impossible. You beat Jessica Reed. You stopped the seemingly unstoppable. You realised your dream, you went above and beyond, you proved to be everything you said you were...
And then the last thing you ever expected to happen, happened.
The feed died.
The screen cuts abruptly to static. You patiently wait for the return of the feed for a few moments before picking up the clicker from the arm of your arm chair and seeing if the other channels worked.
You hated to cut off the epic voiceover of Patrick Stewart but you flipped to the next channel.
For a moment you contemplated whether the USA Network worked any more reliably here, and then you stopped yourself and laughed. You were beginning to sound just like me, full of so many wild and crazy ideas, each of which you found adorable, and you clicked on with a frustrated sigh.
You sigh, it was as if fate was conspiring against you. Everything you saw play out on your television this evening reminded of me, and how much you missed my opening narratives. You clicked back to USA Network and it was no longer showing static but rather some lame Christian documentary that you had never particularly cared for. If there was nothing else on, you might as well go back to watching The Outer Limits.
You tried to click forward. You tried to click back. But every channel now showed the same image. You were stuck with this documentary. You tried to click off, the remote didn't respond and you were far too settled with your evening cup of cocoa to get up and try and change the channel the old fashioned way.
With a sigh, you gave up any hope of being entertained this evening and watched this documentary. If anything it might actually be a good laugh, most of these silly religious documentaries were, in your opinion. An opinion you never dared to share with me, knowing what little you knew of me and my personal history.
A dark opening.
Heh, what do you know?
Amber was right.
Just another typical Eternity promo.
A dollhouse, a gold IWF Annual Award statuette and a sparkling tiara is shown on a table, along with a ragdoll resembling Amber Richards bearing a wide smile is shown. Slowly we begin to zoom in on the blank, dead eyed and cold expression as we hear the voices of Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco provide some chilling narration over the random but symbollic collection of objects, reminding us all of the moment the landscape of the Diamonds Division was changed forever. The night that the unstoppable Jessica Reed was not only beaten for her World Championship, but also humiliated and hospitalised.
"It's a pretty dark day for the Diamonds Division..."
"The darkest we've seen so far..."
A shadow is cast, and looms large over the rag doll of Amber Richards who sits with her head leaning slightly to the left still smiling at you blissfully unaware of the dark clouds starting to gather over her head. You hear my voice come from somewhere off camera as you are left to take in the visuals of the disturbing scene playing out before you.
...And the days can only get darker from here, Terri.
A black glove reaches out and snatches Amber away from the scene. A second hand takes the tiara and places it on the big misshapen oval head of the rag doll.
Oh man, Amber totally called it!
Yep, nothing special here.
Okay, nothing to do now but to settle down, strap in and enjoy the wild ride. You were used to these promos by now. There was nothing left to say except:
"Okay, take me away crazy obsessed lady!"
And that is what you yelled at the television just before you heard me speak.
It is said that heavy lies the head that wears the crown, and so my dear sweet friend Amber, it stands to reason that a head that wears the double crown must lie twice as heavy...
The weight of the sparkling tiara forces the rag doll's head to bend at a most unnatural angle, any human neck would have snapped by now, but the doll keeps smiling.
Do you feel it, Amber? The pressure, the weight of the responsibility you now carry? You are the new best in the world. You did the impossible. You beat Jessica Reed. You stopped the seemingly unstoppable. You realised your dream, you went above and beyond, you proved to be everything you said you were...
And then the last thing you ever expected to happen, happened.
The feed died.
The screen cuts abruptly to static. You patiently wait for the return of the feed for a few moments before picking up the clicker from the arm of your arm chair and seeing if the other channels worked.
"Space."
"The final frontier."
"These are the voyages of -"
You hated to cut off the epic voiceover of Patrick Stewart but you flipped to the next channel.
"You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension. A dimension of sound."
*Glass shatters*
"A dimension of sight. A dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance. Of things..."
*A clock ticks*
"...and ideas. You just crossed over into..."
"The Twilight Zone."
For a moment you contemplated whether the USA Network worked any more reliably here, and then you stopped yourself and laughed. You were beginning to sound just like me, full of so many wild and crazy ideas, each of which you found adorable, and you clicked on with a frustrated sigh.
"There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can bemuse you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity...and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive. We will control all that you see and hear..."
You sigh, it was as if fate was conspiring against you. Everything you saw play out on your television this evening reminded of me, and how much you missed my opening narratives. You clicked back to USA Network and it was no longer showing static but rather some lame Christian documentary that you had never particularly cared for. If there was nothing else on, you might as well go back to watching The Outer Limits.
You tried to click forward. You tried to click back. But every channel now showed the same image. You were stuck with this documentary. You tried to click off, the remote didn't respond and you were far too settled with your evening cup of cocoa to get up and try and change the channel the old fashioned way.
With a sigh, you gave up any hope of being entertained this evening and watched this documentary. If anything it might actually be a good laugh, most of these silly religious documentaries were, in your opinion. An opinion you never dared to share with me, knowing what little you knew of me and my personal history.
The scene opens with a very busy sidewalk, full of sped up shots of crowds of people walking along, they look like swarms of bees, farms of ants, colonies of insects, all moving, constantly moving, as if stopping at any point in their busy, busy lives might kill them. They move through the morning, afternoon, evening and night through the magic of some whiz editing as my voice begins narrating. The familiarity brings with it a sense of comfort and joy.
You only hoped that it was really me narrating and not a sign that you were going slowly mad.
Not that there would be anything wrong with that if you were.
I'd still love you as deeply and absolutely as you have loved me ever since we met.
You only hoped that it was really me narrating and not a sign that you were going slowly mad.
Not that there would be anything wrong with that if you were.
I'd still love you as deeply and absolutely as you have loved me ever since we met.
What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? What is in the grand scheme of things? What is the purpose of our finite existence on this little spinning rock that orbits the stars in the Heavens above all of us? What is our place in the Universe?
All of these are big questions. Over thousands of years many philosophers and wise men and women have grappled with these questions and for over two thousand years now, it has been thought that there was only one entity in the Universe who could ever definitively answer these questions for us.
If we could ever find Him.
If He even exists at all.
God.
After two thousand and fourteen years of speculation, it has recently emerged according to some well known and well informed scholars that God does indeed exist, and He has returned to Earth Himself.
In this very special program, I, Professor Ternity, will go on a very special and very personal journey to find Him.
All of these are big questions. Over thousands of years many philosophers and wise men and women have grappled with these questions and for over two thousand years now, it has been thought that there was only one entity in the Universe who could ever definitively answer these questions for us.
If we could ever find Him.
If He even exists at all.
God.
After two thousand and fourteen years of speculation, it has recently emerged according to some well known and well informed scholars that God does indeed exist, and He has returned to Earth Himself.
In this very special program, I, Professor Ternity, will go on a very special and very personal journey to find Him.
The scene then changes to show me in a pink Amber Richards T-Shirt walking along the sidewalk. Yes it is the new one with the bleeding heart.
I know! It's cool isn't it? Big fan!
As I talk, a descriptive text banner pops up at the bottom of the screen.
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In Search Of God
Professor E. Ternity.
University of the Dark Arts, Purgatory.
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Why did my Auntie and Uncle have to send me away when I was just a little girl?
What did I ever do to deserve being locked away? So I missed my parents? So I haven't stopped crying every night since they died? So I never got over losing them like everybody else around me did? Since when was that such a crime? So what?
Huh? So what?
SO FUCKING WHAT?
Since when did loving my parents and never being able to forget them mean I am insane? Everybody told me I just didn't grieve properly. What the hell is proper grief anyway? I will never forget my parents or how much they loved me. I will always remember them. If that vow makes me crazy, I don't ever want to be sane. The sane world sucks. I've lived here and you so called sane people only grieve for somebody you love for a little while before you move on and live the rest of your sad little pathetic useless lives.
You move on, you forget them. Oh how easily you forget them! Oh how easily you selfish bastards move on with your happy little lives. Still fighting to be the best in whatever crappy little job it is that you waste years of your life in. Searching for a sense of accomplishment, something to give you meaning and purpose. You will fight each other tooth and nail for the most trivial things.
That perfect promotion.
That perfect partner.
That perfect life.
Well I got news for all seven billion of you who continue to scuttle around this little rock with little regard for those who came before you. For those who have sacrificed so much for you to be here today, living the life you do. A life of exuberant self-indulgence. There is no such thing. There is no such thing as a perfect life.
Oh yes there is! I hear you cry.
Which in itself is delightfully ironic as nobody hears me cry.
And even when they do, they just don't care.
Amber Richards has the perfect life, doesn't she? Does she? Does she really? I'm sure she thinks she does, I'm sure she believes she does, in her eyes she has everything she could ever want. People look at her with a sense of envy, they resent her for everything she has. I do not and I never will. I look at Amber a little differently. I don't envy her because she has accomplished so much in such a short time - no. I pity her. I pity her because I know what is next for her.
I can see into the Great Beyond. I have seen the future of the most successful Diamond in IWF, and her destiny is as inescapable as the cold hand of Death itself. Life is a race that you can only lead for so long before the hounds of eternity catch up to you and rip everything away from you.
You see me click my fingers.
Just like that. Poof! Before you know it...it's...all...gone!
Go ahead Amber, keep telling me I have it all wrong. That all of this is beyond me. Tell me that I'm just too crazy to ever be a real threat to you. Tell me that my grip on your Diamonds World Championship will be just as tentative as my grip on my reality and my sanity. Go on Amber!
Go on!
Tell me!
You know me so well!
You know everything, don't you Amber? Don't you, my old friend? It is precisely because you know me so well that you did what you did, isn't it?
ISN'T IT?
What did you do? Oh come on now Amber, don't be so coy! You know everything! You know exactly what you did....or what you exactly failed to do as is the case here. What's that? You never fail! No, of course you don't! I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking!
You're Amber Richards!
You simply do not fail at anything do you? Except maybe trying to keep a cohesive opinion on the state of your competition from week to week, but who cares about that kind of thing. Logic is for losers! You're Diamonds World Champion, you're the best in the world! You're the greatest female wrestler in the company! Your mommy must be so proud!
You're Amber Richards!
You don't have any competition here in IWF, do you? No, you have only victims! Everybody else in the Division is mere kindling to your unstoppable fire, right? All the other Diamonds are beneath you and there are only Gods above you, right?
You're Amber Richards!
You're a Princess. No, you're a Goddess. No, you're a Queen. No, you're an Heiress.
Which is it Amber?
You could be one. You could be many. Are you Legion? I don't know and I don't think you do either, Amber. So many labels! So many labels! So many to choose! It's all so confusing! You want to be them all, even if you have yet to prove to be worthy of one of the labels you flaunt.
See this is why I don't bother to label myself, not when I have so many better qualified people to do it for me. Labels can be troublesome little things to keep track of indeed, that is why I always left it up to my doctors and my nurses, and the funny thing is even they, with all of their fancy degrees could ever agree on who or what I was.
I don't normally do this, but since your such a special case Amber, being Diamonds World Champion for all of three weeks now, I do have a label for you, one that is oh so fitting and oh so perfect! One you truly deserve and have truly earned in all the time I have known you.
You are a disappointment.
There, I told you it would fit, didn't I?
You've never failed to disappoint me Amber, and it makes me sad because I really wanted to like you. I really thought we could be friends. I even bought you a present, a nice rag doll that made me think of you as soon as I saw it. I loved it so much that I bought two. One for you, and one for me. I still have mine.
You see me then hold up the Amber rag doll with the tiara on her drooping head.
Where is yours Amber?
WHERE IS YOURS?!
You remember her, don't you? Of course you do. You have to. You got it when you failed to turn up to my dream house to play with Cindy two weeks ago, despite having an open invite to my party. Last week you took Cindy all for yourself because you didn't want to share Cindy with me. That's not very nice, Amber! You should learn to share your favourite toys.
Still I hope you've learned your lesson, young lady!
A broken doll really is no fun.
You see me shake my head, and then tear the head off the rag doll. You see me hold the head in one hand and the body in the other.
No. No fun at all?
See?
Told you so!
HuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You see me pick up the Gjenrei mask and sniff it.
Semen.
Ewwww.
Funny, she didn't look like a sexual deviant. It's always the quiet ones.
You see me abandon the mask and then reach over and put my right bare hand on her forehead.
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Act of God Survivor
Queen Jessie I
Claims to have witnessed the Second, Third
and Fourth Comings
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OUT, FOUL DEMON! OUT!
DEAR LORD SAVE THIS CHILD!
BE GONE SATAN! BE GONE!
This takes me back. Good times.
Of course my Auntie was always so bummed out when it didn't work.
I honestly don't know what she expected it to do.
Suddenly the beeps slow down as Jessica's heart rate plummets. At nought, there is a long beep.
You see Jessica Reed's eyes shoot open and as she turned to face me, I could have sworn I saw...
MOMMY!
You see me withdraw my hand as if I had just touched a hot stove. You see me jump back as my mother smiles at me. You recognise her face from the photo I showed you once.
"Don't be afraid my little Tiger Lilly."
It was my mother's voice. She called me her little Tiger Lilly.
There is no way Jessica Reed could have known that.
It was her. It was my mommy!
You see me step closer to her as Lionel watches curled up on her chest.
Mommy...I have so many questions...
"I know sweetie, I know...and to answer some of the biggest you have. I'm sorry, I never wanted to leave you. I'm so sorry for what they did to you, baby. We both are. No, it didn't hurt. Not for me and not for your father. We both love you very much and we will always be watching over you. So go out there on Sunday and get the world. It's all we've ever wanted for you. You deserve it. Never be afraid to let your true beauty shine through dear..."
Mommy reached out and touched my cheek, stroking it with her thumb as a tear falls down it, only to be caught up in the soft flesh webbing between her thumb and forefinger.
And then she closed her eyes and left me again.
It's just as well.
Nobody likes to see the tears of a clown, do they?
The steady beeping returned but my sanity didn't.
I grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and shook her, begging her to bring my mommy back.
MOMMY! MOMMY! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN! PLEASE!
Nobody took any notice of my pleas. Certainly not the two security guards who dragged me away from Jessica's room, kicking and screaming. Screaming for my Mommy.
MOMMY! MOMMY! NO! PLEASE MOMMY! HELP ME! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY AGAIN! I DON'T WANT TO GO!
You see me shake my head furiously as I writhe, trying to free myself from the strong grip of reality as it tried to force me to accept that my Mommy was gone. I didn't believe it then, and I don't believe it now.
You see me try to dig my heels into the ground to stop myself...but it was hopeless.
I was helpless.
MOMMY! I WANT TO COME HOME! PLEASE MOMMY, LET ME COME HOME!
I know! It's cool isn't it? Big fan!
As I talk, a descriptive text banner pops up at the bottom of the screen.
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In Search Of God
Professor E. Ternity.
University of the Dark Arts, Purgatory.
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My search for God actually began when I was just eleven. When you ask most people about what they would do if they ever had a chance to meet Him, they will normally answer you with the question they'd most like to ask Him. I am afraid I am no different. I too would like to ask Him a question or two, and even though over the years I have changed and I have grown as an individual, my questions for God are the same as they were back then:
Why did my mommy have to die?
Why did my daddy have to die?
What did I ever do to deserve being locked away? So I missed my parents? So I haven't stopped crying every night since they died? So I never got over losing them like everybody else around me did? Since when was that such a crime? So what?
Huh? So what?
SO FUCKING WHAT?
Since when did loving my parents and never being able to forget them mean I am insane? Everybody told me I just didn't grieve properly. What the hell is proper grief anyway? I will never forget my parents or how much they loved me. I will always remember them. If that vow makes me crazy, I don't ever want to be sane. The sane world sucks. I've lived here and you so called sane people only grieve for somebody you love for a little while before you move on and live the rest of your sad little pathetic useless lives.
You move on, you forget them. Oh how easily you forget them! Oh how easily you selfish bastards move on with your happy little lives. Still fighting to be the best in whatever crappy little job it is that you waste years of your life in. Searching for a sense of accomplishment, something to give you meaning and purpose. You will fight each other tooth and nail for the most trivial things.
That perfect promotion.
That perfect partner.
That perfect life.
Well I got news for all seven billion of you who continue to scuttle around this little rock with little regard for those who came before you. For those who have sacrificed so much for you to be here today, living the life you do. A life of exuberant self-indulgence. There is no such thing. There is no such thing as a perfect life.
Oh yes there is! I hear you cry.
Which in itself is delightfully ironic as nobody hears me cry.
And even when they do, they just don't care.
Amber Richards has the perfect life, doesn't she? Does she? Does she really? I'm sure she thinks she does, I'm sure she believes she does, in her eyes she has everything she could ever want. People look at her with a sense of envy, they resent her for everything she has. I do not and I never will. I look at Amber a little differently. I don't envy her because she has accomplished so much in such a short time - no. I pity her. I pity her because I know what is next for her.
I can see into the Great Beyond. I have seen the future of the most successful Diamond in IWF, and her destiny is as inescapable as the cold hand of Death itself. Life is a race that you can only lead for so long before the hounds of eternity catch up to you and rip everything away from you.
You see me click my fingers.
Just like that. Poof! Before you know it...it's...all...gone!
Go ahead Amber, keep telling me I have it all wrong. That all of this is beyond me. Tell me that I'm just too crazy to ever be a real threat to you. Tell me that my grip on your Diamonds World Championship will be just as tentative as my grip on my reality and my sanity. Go on Amber!
Go on!
Tell me!
You know me so well!
You know everything, don't you Amber? Don't you, my old friend? It is precisely because you know me so well that you did what you did, isn't it?
ISN'T IT?
What did you do? Oh come on now Amber, don't be so coy! You know everything! You know exactly what you did....or what you exactly failed to do as is the case here. What's that? You never fail! No, of course you don't! I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking!
You're Amber Richards!
You simply do not fail at anything do you? Except maybe trying to keep a cohesive opinion on the state of your competition from week to week, but who cares about that kind of thing. Logic is for losers! You're Diamonds World Champion, you're the best in the world! You're the greatest female wrestler in the company! Your mommy must be so proud!
You're Amber Richards!
You don't have any competition here in IWF, do you? No, you have only victims! Everybody else in the Division is mere kindling to your unstoppable fire, right? All the other Diamonds are beneath you and there are only Gods above you, right?
You're Amber Richards!
You're a Princess. No, you're a Goddess. No, you're a Queen. No, you're an Heiress.
Which is it Amber?
You could be one. You could be many. Are you Legion? I don't know and I don't think you do either, Amber. So many labels! So many labels! So many to choose! It's all so confusing! You want to be them all, even if you have yet to prove to be worthy of one of the labels you flaunt.
See this is why I don't bother to label myself, not when I have so many better qualified people to do it for me. Labels can be troublesome little things to keep track of indeed, that is why I always left it up to my doctors and my nurses, and the funny thing is even they, with all of their fancy degrees could ever agree on who or what I was.
I don't normally do this, but since your such a special case Amber, being Diamonds World Champion for all of three weeks now, I do have a label for you, one that is oh so fitting and oh so perfect! One you truly deserve and have truly earned in all the time I have known you.
You are a disappointment.
There, I told you it would fit, didn't I?
You've never failed to disappoint me Amber, and it makes me sad because I really wanted to like you. I really thought we could be friends. I even bought you a present, a nice rag doll that made me think of you as soon as I saw it. I loved it so much that I bought two. One for you, and one for me. I still have mine.
You see me then hold up the Amber rag doll with the tiara on her drooping head.
Where is yours Amber?
WHERE IS YOURS?!
You remember her, don't you? Of course you do. You have to. You got it when you failed to turn up to my dream house to play with Cindy two weeks ago, despite having an open invite to my party. Last week you took Cindy all for yourself because you didn't want to share Cindy with me. That's not very nice, Amber! You should learn to share your favourite toys.
Still I hope you've learned your lesson, young lady!
A broken doll really is no fun.
You see me shake my head, and then tear the head off the rag doll. You see me hold the head in one hand and the body in the other.
No. No fun at all?
See?
Told you so!
HuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
So if we know God exists.
Where is He?
It is a good question.
One I've been asking myself ever since this journey began.
My search took me all over the world. I learned so much about what it was to have belief in something. Real belief in something. I learned so much about faith, but for every answer I managed to find on my journey, I had a thousand more unanswered questions.
I learned that God now lives in Connecticut.
No, not A God.
A God lives in Massachusetts.
But THE God.
THE God lives in Connecticut.
I guess he just decided after a couple of millenniums that Bethlehem just wasn't cool anymore.
Remarkably, on my journey I also learned from some very knowledgeable local mystics that He has also given up on that whole immaculate conception thing and now was shacked up with some local whore from his church.
The Nintendo booped at me, apparently it was sick of being abandoned and just decided to end it all. Sometimes I wish it really was that easy.Where is He?
It is a good question.
One I've been asking myself ever since this journey began.
My search took me all over the world. I learned so much about what it was to have belief in something. Real belief in something. I learned so much about faith, but for every answer I managed to find on my journey, I had a thousand more unanswered questions.
I learned that God now lives in Connecticut.
No, not A God.
A God lives in Massachusetts.
But THE God.
THE God lives in Connecticut.
I guess he just decided after a couple of millenniums that Bethlehem just wasn't cool anymore.
Remarkably, on my journey I also learned from some very knowledgeable local mystics that He has also given up on that whole immaculate conception thing and now was shacked up with some local whore from his church.
I can't say I was all that surprised.
I guess all the Dan Brown conspiracy theories were right.
THE God was just like his first son.
I say his first son because as I learned on my travels, God has a second son.
A son named Edward. A son he has forsaken. Given up for the carnal desires of the flesh with His Harlot.
I traveled to St Judes Orphanage where I heard Edward had been left, but when I asked about the second son of God, the one who can hear the drums, I was met with considerable hostility and outright denial...
I guess all the Dan Brown conspiracy theories were right.
THE God was just like his first son.
I say his first son because as I learned on my travels, God has a second son.
A son named Edward. A son he has forsaken. Given up for the carnal desires of the flesh with His Harlot.
I traveled to St Judes Orphanage where I heard Edward had been left, but when I asked about the second son of God, the one who can hear the drums, I was met with considerable hostility and outright denial...
A clip of me being escorted out of the orphanage by a couple of elderly nuns was shown as they were yelling.
"BE GONE FROM HERE! THIS IS A HOUSE OF LOST CHILDREN NOT A PLACE FOR MOCKERY OF GOD!"
"YOU SHOULD BE INSTITUTIONALISED, YOU NEED HELP!"
"BE GONE FROM HERE! THIS IS A HOUSE OF LOST CHILDREN NOT A PLACE FOR MOCKERY OF GOD!"
"YOU SHOULD BE INSTITUTIONALISED, YOU NEED HELP!"
Sadly, as I would soon discover, it wouldn't be my last run in with the hostile natives.
I didn't need help.
I needed answers.
And that is when I recalled the legend of somebody who had witnessed the return of God.
A pretty young blond girl called Jessie.
According to the local media, God visited Hell on Earth to smite this poor young woman and take all of her belongings only to deliver them to His whore. The wrath of God was felt around the world that day.
I journeyed onward to New Jersey and heard some harrowing tales of the chaos the Second Coming caused in East Rutherford.
That was where it all began.
Or where it all ended.
It all depends on who you ask.
And so the final destination of my long journey became suddenly clear.
I didn't need help.
I needed answers.
And that is when I recalled the legend of somebody who had witnessed the return of God.
A pretty young blond girl called Jessie.
According to the local media, God visited Hell on Earth to smite this poor young woman and take all of her belongings only to deliver them to His whore. The wrath of God was felt around the world that day.
I journeyed onward to New Jersey and heard some harrowing tales of the chaos the Second Coming caused in East Rutherford.
That was where it all began.
Or where it all ended.
It all depends on who you ask.
Some grainy amateur mobile phone footage is shown of angry protesters burning effigies of Amber Richards outside the Izod Center. Riot police are swarming and trying to control the chaos.
This sports arena was ground zero.
This is where it happened.
This is where it took an incredible Act Of God to topple a Queen.
The People's Queen.
The long celebrated reign of Queen Jessie the First ended by a common streetwalker.
The people here have lost all hope with their Queen recovering in a hospital somewhere in Chicago, they are lost and alone, asking how a just and fair God could ever allow such a cruel travesty to go unpunished. Rumours are running rife here that Queen Jessie was visited once again by God and his concubine in her hospital bed.
I had to see for myself if the rumours were true.
This is where it happened.
This is where it took an incredible Act Of God to topple a Queen.
The People's Queen.
The long celebrated reign of Queen Jessie the First ended by a common streetwalker.
The people here have lost all hope with their Queen recovering in a hospital somewhere in Chicago, they are lost and alone, asking how a just and fair God could ever allow such a cruel travesty to go unpunished. Rumours are running rife here that Queen Jessie was visited once again by God and his concubine in her hospital bed.
I had to see for myself if the rumours were true.
And so the final destination of my long journey became suddenly clear.
I know now just how badly you want to hurt me Amber, that is why you rejected my present and had no problem accepting Angel's present when he gift wrapped you yet another title you don't really deserve, isn't it? To hurt me! Mission Accomplished, Amber! I am hurt! I thought we were friends, I thought we could share the pretty little dolls of this division.
I thought we could play together!
But you just want them all for yourself, don't you? You don't want to share them with me. You don't want to share anything with me. Nobody ever wants to share anything with Eternity! Toys, kisses, blood, semen! No don't share it with Eternity, she's nuts! She'll clip your right testicle in a pair of rusty bolt cutters.
I did that once!
Once...and they never let me forget it! I'm sorry I misheard you Rob! You wanted me to cup it, not clamp it!
It was an innocent mistake, really anybody could have made it. I still don't see why you overreacted and dumped me though!
Your rejection of my friendship hurts Amber, it hurts me so bad...and the only way I can think to make it stop, to make all the hurt go away is to take the knife you've stuck in my back and stick it in your chest. Bleeding little heart.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
This T-Shirt I'm wearing as your biggest fan really was remarkably prophetic of the IWF marketing and merchandising team. Some might even say it was even a little bit premature. I mean you haven't even had a single successful defense of that Diamonds World Championship yet and they've already slapped it on a T-Shirt for you and now...
THEY'RE SELLING IT!
THEY'RE SELLING IT!
Which means they're already better at this game than you are Amber. They know this business is all about selling. Not just yourself. Not just your T-Shirts, but also your damn opponents! I am a threat Amber, a dangerous threat, an unstable threat, but you don't have to believe me or my psychiatrist's reports Amber, in fact, do me a favour, don't listen to me!
Don't listen to me, its always so much more fun when they don't listen. By the time you finally concede that I am a legitimate threat to your reign, it will all be too little, too late, because I will have already ended it. Ended it before its even really had a chance to begin. Your cries of domination are premature Amber.
Heh, what do you know?
You and Angel are perfect for each other after all!
Or so I hear...
You should know better than anybody else Amber that nothing lasts forever. Has beating Jessica Reed taught you nothing? Don't you know by now that the star that shines twice as bright only lasts half as long? You've been fifteen pounds heavier these last few weeks, and whereas most women would feel guilty about that, you've never felt better. You've never felt sexier.
I have to admire that, you are a role model to all of the girls with the bigger waistlines, your fans. They look up to you as a shining example of everything they could be, and why shouldn't they? Bigger girls need love too, and not many big girls can say they get quite as much love as you do, can they?
Your body affords you a level of control over the hollow little thing you call life in a way your mind never has or ever will.
That's why I liked you Amber, that's why I thought we were friends. Every so often you have these funny little turns where you play fast and loose with logic and common sense. You say the darnedest things when you're trying to convince yourself that you are the bestest in the whole wide world! It may annoy and irritate some people, but I just find it funny to watch you try and string some words together just for the sake of having something to say. Who cares if it makes sense?
RIGHT ON SISTER!
It's what I've always said. I envy you for having such a handle on the lack of sense you make sometimes that nobody ever calls you crazy for it. I wish people looked at me like that. I wish people looked at me like they do you Amber, I wish people understood me like they do you...
You see and hear me sigh.
I guess it is time to admit it to myself and to the rest of the world...I can hide it no longer!
I WANT TO BE AMBER RICHARDS!
AND THIS SUNDAY I GET MY ONE AND ONLY OPPORTUNITY TO REALISE MY DREAM!
AND I WILL MAKE THE MOST OF IT!
AND I WILL LIVE IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SANDCASTLE IN THE SKY!
I WILL FINALLY BE A PRINCESS!
Don't worry Amber, even after I take the world from you, I will still leave you with a little something for your trouble. I will leave you with your little snookums, your little Angie-Wangie, because you two make such a cute couple. I love your twisted little love story, really I do. I love it so much that I'm still eagerly awaiting Part 2! I can only assume its been delayed, that's happening a lot these days.
It happened to the Batman vs Superman movie too, did you hear?
You see me shake my head.
It's such a shame, it really is. Angel picked out his mare, and because he picked you, you suddenly think you're so special, don't you Amber? D'Awwwww, sweet little naive Amber, so innocent to the ways of the world and just how dark and twisted it can really get. Angel may tell you now that he picked you as the sole beneficiary of his legacy because well...men will tell you anything when their pants are around their ankles just to protect their low-hanging dingle-berries from your wrath and a meat tenderiser. Or at least that's how it has always worked for me.
I know the truth, Amber.
I know the truth that he will never share with you as long as you continue to serve so faithfully and so literally under him. The truth is that it could have been any of us who was in that match with Jessica Reed last month and Angel would still have executed his game plan like he did. Your little snookums was out there not to make sure that it was YOU who won, but rather that it was JESSIE who lost.
You were just in the right place at the right time.
To Angel, you are now what you have always been, you are to him now what Tara was before you. A means to an end. Angel Blake didn't care about making his baby the Diamonds World Championship as much as he did about hurting Jessica. This was never about you for him, this was about getting Roberto Verona's attention, and what better way than to take the biggest moment in Jess' career from her. The first ever Diamonds Pay Per View, a chance for her to end her 2013 undefeated in singles competition.
How does it feel Amber to know that even in the moment where you have shone brightest, it was still all about Jessica Reed?
Does it hurt?
Good, I hope it does, because now you know how it feels for me too. All the time. A prized show-jumper like you Amber is only worth her pedigree to a man like Angel so long as she can still jump the hurdles in front of her whilst keeping him on her back. As soon as you buck, little horsey, as soon as you stumble and trip because you underestimated the hurdle in front of you, then we'll see just how much faith God still has in you.
As soon as Angel ends up face first in the mud after being flung from your back, the truth will emerge. If he's anything like the Angels I have known, they never want to fall from Heaven.
AHA!
Now we know exactly who you are, don't we Amber? You were never a Queen, you were simply a pawn who lucked out and made it all the way across the board. Mystery solved. Label acquired. X-Box live Achievement unlocked.
Congratulations.
Humpty Dumpty is sat on the wall in her fancy new T-shirt. A T-Shirt that will fast become a Limited Collector's Edition because so few will need to be produced. This simple apparel I'm wearing will soon commemorate the first time you were Diamonds Champion and I know it isn't hard for you to get down on your knees before God and pray to him that this will not be your last and only reign.
I'm sure it won't be.
Because you are Amber Richards.
And everybody knows, nine times out of ten, you win.
COME ON NUMBER TEN! DOLLY NEEDS A BRAND NEW PAIR OF SHOES!
The fall is always so much faster than the rise. Once you're on top of the mountain there is only one way left to go, and your snowball has been rolling downhill ever faster, Amber. All it will take is one push for Humpty Dumpty to lose her balance and gravity will do the rest and do its best to introduce you to the patch of ground you're about to be buried under. One final push and the snowball will have rolled into Hell...
LET'S SEE WHAT KIND OF CHANCE IT HAS!
MuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I thought we could play together!
But you just want them all for yourself, don't you? You don't want to share them with me. You don't want to share anything with me. Nobody ever wants to share anything with Eternity! Toys, kisses, blood, semen! No don't share it with Eternity, she's nuts! She'll clip your right testicle in a pair of rusty bolt cutters.
I did that once!
Once...and they never let me forget it! I'm sorry I misheard you Rob! You wanted me to cup it, not clamp it!
It was an innocent mistake, really anybody could have made it. I still don't see why you overreacted and dumped me though!
Your rejection of my friendship hurts Amber, it hurts me so bad...and the only way I can think to make it stop, to make all the hurt go away is to take the knife you've stuck in my back and stick it in your chest. Bleeding little heart.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
This T-Shirt I'm wearing as your biggest fan really was remarkably prophetic of the IWF marketing and merchandising team. Some might even say it was even a little bit premature. I mean you haven't even had a single successful defense of that Diamonds World Championship yet and they've already slapped it on a T-Shirt for you and now...
THEY'RE SELLING IT!
THEY'RE SELLING IT!
Which means they're already better at this game than you are Amber. They know this business is all about selling. Not just yourself. Not just your T-Shirts, but also your damn opponents! I am a threat Amber, a dangerous threat, an unstable threat, but you don't have to believe me or my psychiatrist's reports Amber, in fact, do me a favour, don't listen to me!
Don't listen to me, its always so much more fun when they don't listen. By the time you finally concede that I am a legitimate threat to your reign, it will all be too little, too late, because I will have already ended it. Ended it before its even really had a chance to begin. Your cries of domination are premature Amber.
Heh, what do you know?
You and Angel are perfect for each other after all!
Or so I hear...
You should know better than anybody else Amber that nothing lasts forever. Has beating Jessica Reed taught you nothing? Don't you know by now that the star that shines twice as bright only lasts half as long? You've been fifteen pounds heavier these last few weeks, and whereas most women would feel guilty about that, you've never felt better. You've never felt sexier.
I have to admire that, you are a role model to all of the girls with the bigger waistlines, your fans. They look up to you as a shining example of everything they could be, and why shouldn't they? Bigger girls need love too, and not many big girls can say they get quite as much love as you do, can they?
Your body affords you a level of control over the hollow little thing you call life in a way your mind never has or ever will.
That's why I liked you Amber, that's why I thought we were friends. Every so often you have these funny little turns where you play fast and loose with logic and common sense. You say the darnedest things when you're trying to convince yourself that you are the bestest in the whole wide world! It may annoy and irritate some people, but I just find it funny to watch you try and string some words together just for the sake of having something to say. Who cares if it makes sense?
RIGHT ON SISTER!
It's what I've always said. I envy you for having such a handle on the lack of sense you make sometimes that nobody ever calls you crazy for it. I wish people looked at me like that. I wish people looked at me like they do you Amber, I wish people understood me like they do you...
You see and hear me sigh.
I guess it is time to admit it to myself and to the rest of the world...I can hide it no longer!
I WANT TO BE AMBER RICHARDS!
AND THIS SUNDAY I GET MY ONE AND ONLY OPPORTUNITY TO REALISE MY DREAM!
AND I WILL MAKE THE MOST OF IT!
AND I WILL LIVE IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SANDCASTLE IN THE SKY!
I WILL FINALLY BE A PRINCESS!
Don't worry Amber, even after I take the world from you, I will still leave you with a little something for your trouble. I will leave you with your little snookums, your little Angie-Wangie, because you two make such a cute couple. I love your twisted little love story, really I do. I love it so much that I'm still eagerly awaiting Part 2! I can only assume its been delayed, that's happening a lot these days.
It happened to the Batman vs Superman movie too, did you hear?
You see me shake my head.
It's such a shame, it really is. Angel picked out his mare, and because he picked you, you suddenly think you're so special, don't you Amber? D'Awwwww, sweet little naive Amber, so innocent to the ways of the world and just how dark and twisted it can really get. Angel may tell you now that he picked you as the sole beneficiary of his legacy because well...men will tell you anything when their pants are around their ankles just to protect their low-hanging dingle-berries from your wrath and a meat tenderiser. Or at least that's how it has always worked for me.
I know the truth, Amber.
I know the truth that he will never share with you as long as you continue to serve so faithfully and so literally under him. The truth is that it could have been any of us who was in that match with Jessica Reed last month and Angel would still have executed his game plan like he did. Your little snookums was out there not to make sure that it was YOU who won, but rather that it was JESSIE who lost.
You were just in the right place at the right time.
To Angel, you are now what you have always been, you are to him now what Tara was before you. A means to an end. Angel Blake didn't care about making his baby the Diamonds World Championship as much as he did about hurting Jessica. This was never about you for him, this was about getting Roberto Verona's attention, and what better way than to take the biggest moment in Jess' career from her. The first ever Diamonds Pay Per View, a chance for her to end her 2013 undefeated in singles competition.
How does it feel Amber to know that even in the moment where you have shone brightest, it was still all about Jessica Reed?
Does it hurt?
Good, I hope it does, because now you know how it feels for me too. All the time. A prized show-jumper like you Amber is only worth her pedigree to a man like Angel so long as she can still jump the hurdles in front of her whilst keeping him on her back. As soon as you buck, little horsey, as soon as you stumble and trip because you underestimated the hurdle in front of you, then we'll see just how much faith God still has in you.
As soon as Angel ends up face first in the mud after being flung from your back, the truth will emerge. If he's anything like the Angels I have known, they never want to fall from Heaven.
AHA!
Now we know exactly who you are, don't we Amber? You were never a Queen, you were simply a pawn who lucked out and made it all the way across the board. Mystery solved. Label acquired. X-Box live Achievement unlocked.
Congratulations.
Humpty Dumpty is sat on the wall in her fancy new T-shirt. A T-Shirt that will fast become a Limited Collector's Edition because so few will need to be produced. This simple apparel I'm wearing will soon commemorate the first time you were Diamonds Champion and I know it isn't hard for you to get down on your knees before God and pray to him that this will not be your last and only reign.
I'm sure it won't be.
Because you are Amber Richards.
And everybody knows, nine times out of ten, you win.
COME ON NUMBER TEN! DOLLY NEEDS A BRAND NEW PAIR OF SHOES!
The fall is always so much faster than the rise. Once you're on top of the mountain there is only one way left to go, and your snowball has been rolling downhill ever faster, Amber. All it will take is one push for Humpty Dumpty to lose her balance and gravity will do the rest and do its best to introduce you to the patch of ground you're about to be buried under. One final push and the snowball will have rolled into Hell...
LET'S SEE WHAT KIND OF CHANCE IT HAS!
MuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I was finally here.
Walking the cold sterile, disinfectant laden halls of the hospital.
I hated hospitals, I always have.
As much as I miss mommy and daddy, I am glad they never suffered the indignity of dying in one.
And I hope I never have to die in one ever again.
Walking the cold sterile, disinfectant laden halls of the hospital.
I hated hospitals, I always have.
As much as I miss mommy and daddy, I am glad they never suffered the indignity of dying in one.
And I hope I never have to die in one ever again.
You see me stop as I see a couple of security guards guarding the door of the room I wanted to get to. Jessica Reed's room.
You see see me crouch down, they haven't seen me. Too busy talking among themselves. I needed a distraction. I then pulled out Lionel from my pocket.
You see see me crouch down, they haven't seen me. Too busy talking among themselves. I needed a distraction. I then pulled out Lionel from my pocket.
Oh didn't I mention he's here?
Sorry.
Yeah, Lionel wanted to meet God too.
Apparently he wants to know why it is his species that always gets blamed?
"That stupid woman ate the fruit on her own, we merely gave her directions."
His words, not mine.
I think somebody's still a little bitter about the whole thing.
Sorry.
Yeah, Lionel wanted to meet God too.
Apparently he wants to know why it is his species that always gets blamed?
"That stupid woman ate the fruit on her own, we merely gave her directions."
His words, not mine.
I think somebody's still a little bitter about the whole thing.
You see me kiss the red, yellow and black striped snake before I set it down gently on the floor. You see Lionel slither away up to the guards and their exclamations and profanities make his mommy very proud as she watches from afar.
"HOLY SHIT! A SNAKE! A GOD DAMN SNAKE! WHAT DO WE DO? WHERE'D IT COME FROM?"
"WHO CARES? CALL ANIMAL CONTROL YOU IDIOT!"
"LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE FIRST!"
"RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"
You see the two guards run right passed me. You see me rise with a smile and skip over to Lionel, picking him up as he slithers outside of Jessica's door.
You recognised the tune I whistled as the theme from "Friends" and you had to resist the urge to start singing along as you saw me gently place Lionel on top of Jessica's bed sheets.
You saw me look at the collection of cards, flowers, and extinguished candles left as kind gestures by her bedside. You saw me eye the Gjenrei mask with some curiousity before you see me smile.
She always did like dressing up.
You see me reach out and take the Nintendo 3DS in my hands. I unpaused Mario mid jump and he immediately lost a life. I didn't even touch anything and I was already doing so well.
You see me put it down with a disinterested yawn. You see me then look over at the sleeping Jessica Reed, her slumber no doubt aided by the steady drip of morphine.
"HOLY SHIT! A SNAKE! A GOD DAMN SNAKE! WHAT DO WE DO? WHERE'D IT COME FROM?"
"WHO CARES? CALL ANIMAL CONTROL YOU IDIOT!"
"LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE FIRST!"
"RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"
You see the two guards run right passed me. You see me rise with a smile and skip over to Lionel, picking him up as he slithers outside of Jessica's door.
Let that be a lesson to you kids.
When all else fails, good old fashioned common fear will see you though.
When all else fails, good old fashioned common fear will see you though.
With Lionel around my neck, you see me slowly enter the room.
The beeps, gentle puffs and the whirrs of the live saving machinery working to keep someone alive was like a beautiful symphony to my ears. It brought a smile to my face and you heard me start to whistle as I closed the door behind me. You saw me move the chair under the knob.
The beeps, gentle puffs and the whirrs of the live saving machinery working to keep someone alive was like a beautiful symphony to my ears. It brought a smile to my face and you heard me start to whistle as I closed the door behind me. You saw me move the chair under the knob.
I didn't want to disturb her.
Not when she looked so peaceful.
You recognised the tune I whistled as the theme from "Friends" and you had to resist the urge to start singing along as you saw me gently place Lionel on top of Jessica's bed sheets.
You saw me look at the collection of cards, flowers, and extinguished candles left as kind gestures by her bedside. You saw me eye the Gjenrei mask with some curiousity before you see me smile.
She always did like dressing up.
You see me reach out and take the Nintendo 3DS in my hands. I unpaused Mario mid jump and he immediately lost a life. I didn't even touch anything and I was already doing so well.
You see me put it down with a disinterested yawn. You see me then look over at the sleeping Jessica Reed, her slumber no doubt aided by the steady drip of morphine.
GAME OVER!
You see me pick up the Gjenrei mask and sniff it.
Semen.
Ewwww.
Funny, she didn't look like a sexual deviant. It's always the quiet ones.
You see me abandon the mask and then reach over and put my right bare hand on her forehead.
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Act of God Survivor
Queen Jessie I
Claims to have witnessed the Second, Third
and Fourth Comings
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OUT, FOUL DEMON! OUT!
DEAR LORD SAVE THIS CHILD!
BE GONE SATAN! BE GONE!
This takes me back. Good times.
Of course my Auntie was always so bummed out when it didn't work.
I honestly don't know what she expected it to do.
Suddenly the beeps slow down as Jessica's heart rate plummets. At nought, there is a long beep.
You see Jessica Reed's eyes shoot open and as she turned to face me, I could have sworn I saw...
MOMMY!
You see me withdraw my hand as if I had just touched a hot stove. You see me jump back as my mother smiles at me. You recognise her face from the photo I showed you once.
"Don't be afraid my little Tiger Lilly."
It was my mother's voice. She called me her little Tiger Lilly.
There is no way Jessica Reed could have known that.
It was her. It was my mommy!
You see me step closer to her as Lionel watches curled up on her chest.
Mommy...I have so many questions...
"I know sweetie, I know...and to answer some of the biggest you have. I'm sorry, I never wanted to leave you. I'm so sorry for what they did to you, baby. We both are. No, it didn't hurt. Not for me and not for your father. We both love you very much and we will always be watching over you. So go out there on Sunday and get the world. It's all we've ever wanted for you. You deserve it. Never be afraid to let your true beauty shine through dear..."
Mommy reached out and touched my cheek, stroking it with her thumb as a tear falls down it, only to be caught up in the soft flesh webbing between her thumb and forefinger.
And then she closed her eyes and left me again.
It's just as well.
Nobody likes to see the tears of a clown, do they?
The steady beeping returned but my sanity didn't.
I grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and shook her, begging her to bring my mommy back.
MOMMY! MOMMY! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN! PLEASE!
Nobody took any notice of my pleas. Certainly not the two security guards who dragged me away from Jessica's room, kicking and screaming. Screaming for my Mommy.
MOMMY! MOMMY! NO! PLEASE MOMMY! HELP ME! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY AGAIN! I DON'T WANT TO GO!
You see me shake my head furiously as I writhe, trying to free myself from the strong grip of reality as it tried to force me to accept that my Mommy was gone. I didn't believe it then, and I don't believe it now.
You see me try to dig my heels into the ground to stop myself...but it was hopeless.
I was helpless.
MOMMY! I WANT TO COME HOME! PLEASE MOMMY, LET ME COME HOME!
I came here seeking The Heavenly Father.
What I found instead left me with more unanswered questions than I had started this journey with.
Questions, that I feared would remain unanswered for yet another eternity...
Well howdy there pardner.