Post by Jebediah Crowe on Jan 23, 2015 16:51:00 GMT
In the period of time I have been here, I have only seen my men pinned to the ground one time. It was a sad time as their leader, watching them fail me. Those two men…Plague and Fury…they learned their lesson on failure. I promise all of thee pagans – you will not see them pinned down again. Should they fail to do this…
They must suffer for their failures…
Yes, you’re right…
I…have no time for failures…if they can’t feed me…then they must be disposed…
But, these are my children. As much as Plague refuses to follow me half of time, I could never rid him from my family. He is my disciple, my follower, my son. He is the thorn that continues to prick me, yet he can blossom like the rose I know that he can be. I don’t know if removing him from my family is even a thought!
DO YOU NOT WISH TO POSSESS POWER, CROWE!?!
Yes…I do crave power…
Then you shall not defy my commands! If the bastard can’t keep me from growing, then he must be taken care of!
Plague…my son, I can only hope you do not anger the power within me…you have seen what it can do when you defy me. You must learn to accept my teachings, learn to accept the person I am trying to make you become. If you don’t…the consequences could be dire. I have seen your maturity, your growth. But you still continue to fight back. Give in, child…
There is another…
Fury? I could not rid Fury from my family…he has come such a long way since I brought him into my home. I couldn’t!
WHY DO YOU DEFY ME!?!
This battle…this battle I am facing within me…it is stronger than any I have faced before. It is if I can’t control what I do or who I am. This power, this power that I feel coursing through my body, continues to push me away from sanity. I dare not to oppose it’s will, for I know it is stronger than even I.
But you love it…
I do…this I can’t deny. It is what I have yearned for! For over sixty years, I have felt powerless. But now…it runs through my veins. And it just feels so…so…I can’t even place the feeling into words! By the gods, I can’t live without this power! What have I done with my life until this point?
Fury…Plague…you two have one job that must be completed on Sunday. You must take those bastards of brothers – Titan and Kronus. You must break their will, CRUSH their hopes! I do not dare think about the consequences that you will face should you fail me again.
For your own sake, don’t come back as failures.
Or you will suffer!
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Kyle Pressley rests in his room, alone. He has separated himself from the rest of the group, trying to find his train of thoughts on what has gone down the past few days. The man that crippled him, that nearly killed him, was living in the same house as him. What did he do to deserve this? He had his whole life in front of him, but one prick had to take it all away from him.
That prick, Jackson Smith, walks into Kyle’s room.
Kyle Pressley
You have five seconds to get away from me before I make you pay…
Jackson Smith
We need to talk…
Kyle turns around, shooting Jackson a death glare. He may be forced to live with the man that had shot him, but he was by no means trying to make friends with him.
Kyle Pressley
What makes you think that I would EVER talk to you!?! The only talking I would do is with my fist knocking out your fucking teeth…
Jackson Smith
I don’t need to be your friend, bitch! If I have to live with you, I need you to get over what happened.
Kyle scoffed at the idea. He grabs his walker from the side of his bed. With its aid, Pressley pushes himself up from the bed.
Kyle Pressley
Does this look like I will get over it!?! I may never be able to walk without this damn thing ever again!
Jackson Smith looks at the walker, as Kyle’s legs shake from barely being able to hold themselves up.
Jackson Smith
Look man, I made a mistake…
Kyle Pressley
Oh, that makes me feel a whole lot better!
Kyle shakes his head. It was unbelievable that he was even able to try and have a conversation with this asshole.
Kyle Pressley
Why don’t you just get the hell away from me before I make you wish you never came in here?
Jackson chuckles. He can only laugh at the idea of this crippled man acting like he was going to be able to physically hurt him.
Jackson Smith
Look, man, I was trying to make some peace with you, but it’s obvious you are going to just use that as a crutch for the rest of your life.
Kyle Pressley
Dude, I will fuck you-!
Kyle takes a few steps towards Jackson, who kicks the walker out from underneath Pressley. Without his support, Kyle falls to the ground, unable to walk without it. Jackson laughs at him, as Kyle struggles to reach for his walker.
Jackson Smith
See you around the house, big boy!
Jackson walks out of the room, leaving Kyle on the floor alone. Kyle buries his head into his arms, trying not to have an emotional breakdown. He was at the lowest point in his life, and he felt like he was going to be stuck at that point for the rest of his life. He was going to be crippled and he was going to be miserable until he died.
Jebediah Crowe
Get up.
Pressley looks up to see his new caretaker, Jebediah Crowe, standing over him.
Jebediah Crowe
Are you going to give up?
Kyle Pressley
Is there another option? I have been at this for months…
Crowe kneels down, grabbing a hold of the neck of Kyle. He grips him firmly, forcing him to look into the eyes of the devil.
Jebediah Crowe
I did not bring you hear to be a moaning, disabled punk! Get your walker, get up, and man up!
Crowe releases his grip of Kyle’s neck, allowing him the chance to breathe once again. Kyle feels his throat, reliving the pain he felt from Crowe.
Jebediah Crowe
Get up…
Kyle looks back up at Crowe, who does not look like he is messing around. He points at the walker, no longer needing words to voice his demands. Kyle pulls himself to the walker, grabbing a hold of the walking aid and using it to help him get back to his feet. His legs, feeling weak just from getting back up to his feet, are met with no support once again. Crowe kicks the walker out from Kyle, forcing him to fall back to his feet.
Jebediah Crowe
Again…
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Round two, bitches!
That’s right, and we are coming for your heads, Olympians! You must really think that you are tough shit for beating us, huh? Let’s go ahead and take the cat out of the bag…that shit is NOT going to happen again! If you think for one damn second that Fury and I are going to let you pricks beat us again, then you are sadly mistaken!
You won’t be able to sneak up on me this time, Kronus! The second I can get my hands on you, there will be hell to pay! Remember what happened a few weeks back when I crushed your skull with some chairs? TWICE? You better hope your big brother is there to save you again, because if he isn’t, then I will make sure you regret taking me out of commission for what you did!
He is getting a little too big for his britches! Listen here, Kronus, you have to think about the odds you are stacked up against here. There are two more of us in our family, and if you think that we aren’t coming for you and your big brother no matter the outcome, then you are sadly mistaken! You pissed off Crowe…nobody pisses off Crowe and gets away with it.
Cool, you have college degrees! The reason you two are dumb as fuck is because you have decided to poke the beast that is Jebediah Crowe and now you think you can get away with it. No matter what you two try, Crowe will always have the last laugh. Take this as a threat and a promise. Save your own hide and back the fuck off.
If there is someone’s momentum we need to kill, it’s Titan’s. Kronus can do all the shit he wants to do, but we know who the real brains in this tag team is. It comes from the older brother, the support system!
Of course! We watched Death take you out before, Titan. You aren’t unbeatable! We are going to come down to that ring and make sure you suffer for what your brother did. Doesn’t that have to be a bitch? You have to suffer, because your brother decided to go off on his own and do some dumb shit.
It’s time for you to be put back where you belong, Titan – with the failures of this world. You have this little winning streak, but we are about to take it from you and welcome you back to reality. You couldn’t support a bench, let alone a family! Take it from Fury and I when we tell you this – you aren’t leaving that ring until you have felt our wrath.
And that…
is a promise.
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Fury sits in his room, staring at the walker that once allowed him to stand on his legs. He had come a long way since those days, struggling to move even the fewest of feet. But those days were in the past. He no longer needed the support, the crutch to hold him down. With determination and Crowe’s teachings, he was a new man. A new man that could walk again.
Plague enters the room, with Jebediah Crowe close behind him.
Plague
We need to talk.
Fury looks back on flashbacks of Plague kicking his walker out from underneath him, the fistfights they held throughout the house. Yet, that wasn’t Fury and Plague. It was Kyle Pressley and Jackson Smith. Those two despised each other, wishing that the other would just die.
But both of them died – becoming men of Crowe.
Fury
About what?
Jebediah Crowe
You two are going to be given a second chance…
Fury turns around, looking at the two men. They were given a second chance? Surprise filled his unmasked face, not believing that Crowe was actually willing to forgive him for his past failures.
Fury
Is it the brothers?
Plague
You’re god damn right it’s the brothers…
Fury cracked half of a smile, excited to get a chance of redemption. He was excited to prove his worth to Crowe. He was excited…for revenge.
Jebediah Crowe
Heed this words, children.
Both men look at Crowe, who remained calm, something that seemed to be a rarity as of late.
Jebediah Crowe
I won’t be as lenient with you two this time around. Should you fail me again…
Crowe chuckles, a sinister grin growing on his face. Neither Fury nor Plague could even imagine the hell that they would go through if they were not able to please Crowe this time around.
Jebediah Crowe
Let’s just say it’s best if you don’t fail…
Crowe leaves the two men to themselves, returning to his studies. Plague watches Crowe leave, wisely keeping his mouth shut for most of the time he was around Jebediah. It had been a rough time for Plague as of late, and it was really taking a toll on him. Silence was the best medicine for this remedy.
Fury
You ready for this?
Plague looks back at Fury. The man formerly known as Kyle Pressley grabs his mask, his new identity, placing it over his face. Plague, the man formerly known as Jackson Smith, nods his head in agreement.
Plague
Let’s do it…brother…
Plague extends his hands to Fury, who shakes it without hesitation, something that Jackson and Kyle never would have done.
Fury
Let’s go get those fuckers.
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Do not fail me…
You don’t want to see me angry…
You won’t like me…when I am angry…
My rise to godliness comes with sacrifices. Titan...Kronus...Olympians...you will be the lambs that blood must be shed to please the power, to please me! You have angered your god, and you must now suffer for it. This Sunday, whether you are religious or not, you better pray that I have forgiven you by then.
DESTROY THE PAGANS!
The voice inside of me speaks...it wants your demise. I will not deny its demands. If this is what lies in your future, then so be it. Heed these warnings, Olympians. If you value your lives, do not set foot in the ring with my men. It will be be a bloodbath, but we will not be the ones shedding the crimson delight. It will come from you two, as it will be used to help feed my power.
They will fall...
I pray for you two...stay away, or you will face dire consequences.
DEATH...
They must suffer for their failures…
Yes, you’re right…
I…have no time for failures…if they can’t feed me…then they must be disposed…
But, these are my children. As much as Plague refuses to follow me half of time, I could never rid him from my family. He is my disciple, my follower, my son. He is the thorn that continues to prick me, yet he can blossom like the rose I know that he can be. I don’t know if removing him from my family is even a thought!
DO YOU NOT WISH TO POSSESS POWER, CROWE!?!
Yes…I do crave power…
Then you shall not defy my commands! If the bastard can’t keep me from growing, then he must be taken care of!
Plague…my son, I can only hope you do not anger the power within me…you have seen what it can do when you defy me. You must learn to accept my teachings, learn to accept the person I am trying to make you become. If you don’t…the consequences could be dire. I have seen your maturity, your growth. But you still continue to fight back. Give in, child…
There is another…
Fury? I could not rid Fury from my family…he has come such a long way since I brought him into my home. I couldn’t!
WHY DO YOU DEFY ME!?!
This battle…this battle I am facing within me…it is stronger than any I have faced before. It is if I can’t control what I do or who I am. This power, this power that I feel coursing through my body, continues to push me away from sanity. I dare not to oppose it’s will, for I know it is stronger than even I.
But you love it…
I do…this I can’t deny. It is what I have yearned for! For over sixty years, I have felt powerless. But now…it runs through my veins. And it just feels so…so…I can’t even place the feeling into words! By the gods, I can’t live without this power! What have I done with my life until this point?
Fury…Plague…you two have one job that must be completed on Sunday. You must take those bastards of brothers – Titan and Kronus. You must break their will, CRUSH their hopes! I do not dare think about the consequences that you will face should you fail me again.
For your own sake, don’t come back as failures.
Or you will suffer!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Kyle Pressley rests in his room, alone. He has separated himself from the rest of the group, trying to find his train of thoughts on what has gone down the past few days. The man that crippled him, that nearly killed him, was living in the same house as him. What did he do to deserve this? He had his whole life in front of him, but one prick had to take it all away from him.
That prick, Jackson Smith, walks into Kyle’s room.
Kyle Pressley
You have five seconds to get away from me before I make you pay…
Jackson Smith
We need to talk…
Kyle turns around, shooting Jackson a death glare. He may be forced to live with the man that had shot him, but he was by no means trying to make friends with him.
Kyle Pressley
What makes you think that I would EVER talk to you!?! The only talking I would do is with my fist knocking out your fucking teeth…
Jackson Smith
I don’t need to be your friend, bitch! If I have to live with you, I need you to get over what happened.
Kyle scoffed at the idea. He grabs his walker from the side of his bed. With its aid, Pressley pushes himself up from the bed.
Kyle Pressley
Does this look like I will get over it!?! I may never be able to walk without this damn thing ever again!
Jackson Smith looks at the walker, as Kyle’s legs shake from barely being able to hold themselves up.
Jackson Smith
Look man, I made a mistake…
Kyle Pressley
Oh, that makes me feel a whole lot better!
Kyle shakes his head. It was unbelievable that he was even able to try and have a conversation with this asshole.
Kyle Pressley
Why don’t you just get the hell away from me before I make you wish you never came in here?
Jackson chuckles. He can only laugh at the idea of this crippled man acting like he was going to be able to physically hurt him.
Jackson Smith
Look, man, I was trying to make some peace with you, but it’s obvious you are going to just use that as a crutch for the rest of your life.
Kyle Pressley
Dude, I will fuck you-!
Kyle takes a few steps towards Jackson, who kicks the walker out from underneath Pressley. Without his support, Kyle falls to the ground, unable to walk without it. Jackson laughs at him, as Kyle struggles to reach for his walker.
Jackson Smith
See you around the house, big boy!
Jackson walks out of the room, leaving Kyle on the floor alone. Kyle buries his head into his arms, trying not to have an emotional breakdown. He was at the lowest point in his life, and he felt like he was going to be stuck at that point for the rest of his life. He was going to be crippled and he was going to be miserable until he died.
Jebediah Crowe
Get up.
Pressley looks up to see his new caretaker, Jebediah Crowe, standing over him.
Jebediah Crowe
Are you going to give up?
Kyle Pressley
Is there another option? I have been at this for months…
Crowe kneels down, grabbing a hold of the neck of Kyle. He grips him firmly, forcing him to look into the eyes of the devil.
Jebediah Crowe
I did not bring you hear to be a moaning, disabled punk! Get your walker, get up, and man up!
Crowe releases his grip of Kyle’s neck, allowing him the chance to breathe once again. Kyle feels his throat, reliving the pain he felt from Crowe.
Jebediah Crowe
Get up…
Kyle looks back up at Crowe, who does not look like he is messing around. He points at the walker, no longer needing words to voice his demands. Kyle pulls himself to the walker, grabbing a hold of the walking aid and using it to help him get back to his feet. His legs, feeling weak just from getting back up to his feet, are met with no support once again. Crowe kicks the walker out from Kyle, forcing him to fall back to his feet.
Jebediah Crowe
Again…
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Round two, bitches!
That’s right, and we are coming for your heads, Olympians! You must really think that you are tough shit for beating us, huh? Let’s go ahead and take the cat out of the bag…that shit is NOT going to happen again! If you think for one damn second that Fury and I are going to let you pricks beat us again, then you are sadly mistaken!
You won’t be able to sneak up on me this time, Kronus! The second I can get my hands on you, there will be hell to pay! Remember what happened a few weeks back when I crushed your skull with some chairs? TWICE? You better hope your big brother is there to save you again, because if he isn’t, then I will make sure you regret taking me out of commission for what you did!
He is getting a little too big for his britches! Listen here, Kronus, you have to think about the odds you are stacked up against here. There are two more of us in our family, and if you think that we aren’t coming for you and your big brother no matter the outcome, then you are sadly mistaken! You pissed off Crowe…nobody pisses off Crowe and gets away with it.
Cool, you have college degrees! The reason you two are dumb as fuck is because you have decided to poke the beast that is Jebediah Crowe and now you think you can get away with it. No matter what you two try, Crowe will always have the last laugh. Take this as a threat and a promise. Save your own hide and back the fuck off.
If there is someone’s momentum we need to kill, it’s Titan’s. Kronus can do all the shit he wants to do, but we know who the real brains in this tag team is. It comes from the older brother, the support system!
Of course! We watched Death take you out before, Titan. You aren’t unbeatable! We are going to come down to that ring and make sure you suffer for what your brother did. Doesn’t that have to be a bitch? You have to suffer, because your brother decided to go off on his own and do some dumb shit.
It’s time for you to be put back where you belong, Titan – with the failures of this world. You have this little winning streak, but we are about to take it from you and welcome you back to reality. You couldn’t support a bench, let alone a family! Take it from Fury and I when we tell you this – you aren’t leaving that ring until you have felt our wrath.
And that…
is a promise.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Fury sits in his room, staring at the walker that once allowed him to stand on his legs. He had come a long way since those days, struggling to move even the fewest of feet. But those days were in the past. He no longer needed the support, the crutch to hold him down. With determination and Crowe’s teachings, he was a new man. A new man that could walk again.
Plague enters the room, with Jebediah Crowe close behind him.
Plague
We need to talk.
Fury looks back on flashbacks of Plague kicking his walker out from underneath him, the fistfights they held throughout the house. Yet, that wasn’t Fury and Plague. It was Kyle Pressley and Jackson Smith. Those two despised each other, wishing that the other would just die.
But both of them died – becoming men of Crowe.
Fury
About what?
Jebediah Crowe
You two are going to be given a second chance…
Fury turns around, looking at the two men. They were given a second chance? Surprise filled his unmasked face, not believing that Crowe was actually willing to forgive him for his past failures.
Fury
Is it the brothers?
Plague
You’re god damn right it’s the brothers…
Fury cracked half of a smile, excited to get a chance of redemption. He was excited to prove his worth to Crowe. He was excited…for revenge.
Jebediah Crowe
Heed this words, children.
Both men look at Crowe, who remained calm, something that seemed to be a rarity as of late.
Jebediah Crowe
I won’t be as lenient with you two this time around. Should you fail me again…
Crowe chuckles, a sinister grin growing on his face. Neither Fury nor Plague could even imagine the hell that they would go through if they were not able to please Crowe this time around.
Jebediah Crowe
Let’s just say it’s best if you don’t fail…
Crowe leaves the two men to themselves, returning to his studies. Plague watches Crowe leave, wisely keeping his mouth shut for most of the time he was around Jebediah. It had been a rough time for Plague as of late, and it was really taking a toll on him. Silence was the best medicine for this remedy.
Fury
You ready for this?
Plague looks back at Fury. The man formerly known as Kyle Pressley grabs his mask, his new identity, placing it over his face. Plague, the man formerly known as Jackson Smith, nods his head in agreement.
Plague
Let’s do it…brother…
Plague extends his hands to Fury, who shakes it without hesitation, something that Jackson and Kyle never would have done.
Fury
Let’s go get those fuckers.
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Do not fail me…
You don’t want to see me angry…
You won’t like me…when I am angry…
My rise to godliness comes with sacrifices. Titan...Kronus...Olympians...you will be the lambs that blood must be shed to please the power, to please me! You have angered your god, and you must now suffer for it. This Sunday, whether you are religious or not, you better pray that I have forgiven you by then.
DESTROY THE PAGANS!
The voice inside of me speaks...it wants your demise. I will not deny its demands. If this is what lies in your future, then so be it. Heed these warnings, Olympians. If you value your lives, do not set foot in the ring with my men. It will be be a bloodbath, but we will not be the ones shedding the crimson delight. It will come from you two, as it will be used to help feed my power.
They will fall...
I pray for you two...stay away, or you will face dire consequences.
DEATH...
Well howdy there pardner.