Post by paulgray on Sept 22, 2015 11:45:59 GMT
Tree trunks ripped off from the root.
Buildings imploding into mere dust
The sun blot out by grey clouds, wind and rain.
Destruction in the Bayou….
Thomas is ripping off doors trying to save the unfortunate being stuck in their flooded houses. He risks his own life of being swept into the strong disease ridden current to get into one house. He rips the dirty red door off and swims into the house that is nearly full to the ceiling of storm flood water. He takes a big gulp before submerging his head underneath to look for stranded surviviors. He snaps his back out with his bright white eyes wide.
“Is anyone here? Anybody?”
DaMarius looks back and forth before hearing a whisper of life coming from up the stairs. He swims using all the power he has to defy the current to get up the stairs. He struggles at first but takes his time to power up the stairs, pulling the wooden support boards so hard they begin to snap off.
“Hello?”
The fear and worry starts to get to him as Thomas looks around and manages to pull himself up to the next level of the house where the flood water hasn’t reached yet. He takes a breather before once again hearing life struggling to survive.
“Help! We got trapped up here trying to avoid the flooding!”
Thomas storms to the room and sees a young woman with two children. He goes towards them to make sure they are ok.
“Are you all alright?”
They nod but they all shake vigorously with fear as the walls shake and bang loudly with the impact of the storm. The power is so fierce dust spurts out of the corners of the walls.
“Right, there’s a truck that’s gonna get y’all outta here and to safety. We all need to go now! My friend’s out in the truck and will pull y’all to safety.”
“What!!! Are you kidding. I’m not taking my babies into that water!”
Thomas puts his hands over her arms.
“It’s either that or we all die here! Trust me I’ll make sure your babies are alright!”
The storms winds get more powerful which prompts the truck to beep in desperation. Looking outside and seeing the gusts become more devastating as more buildings are seen collapsing to the ground or being ripped apart piece by piece like pulling a small flowers petals. She bites her lip before nodding in agreement to get out.
“Right, let’s get y’all outta here! Kids climb on my back!”
The two young children climb on Thomas’ back as they cry in fear. DaMarius tightly grips to them before they leave.
The sweat pours down him as he tries to maintain his calmness.
“Right kids, grip as tight as you can! I’mma make sure you get to safety! But you gotta hold me tight. Y’all understand?”
They both nod as they wipe away tears.
“Okay, let’s do this!!!!”
DaMarius talks to the mother and assures her to hold his waist. They slowly walk down to the top of the stairs as DaMarius takes the lead.
“Okay, on the count of three. One!”
They take one step closer as the flood water reaches the tips of their shoes.
“Two!”
They take several steps into the flood water.
“Three!”
They all submerge into the water. The coldness makes their hairs stand on end and shiver. The children grip so tight that you can see the veins of Thomas pop on his body. Thomas takes his time, taking big breathes as the water reaches the tips of their noses.
“Get ready!”
All four breathe in as the water rises up to over their nostrils. The grit of dirt and mud can be felt in between their teeth as they try to get to the exit as fast as they can. Thomas with the incredible strength he has from his American Football training roars out loud, showing his bright white eyes and teeth and grabbing the door frame. He tries so hard to keep his head above the storm flood and to keep his posture against the very strong currents. He turns his head around to look at the truck.
“Throw the rope!”
His friend whips the rope as fast as he can before throwing it in Thomas’ direction. The rope almost sinks away before DaMarius out of pure instinct roars and jumps to grab the rope!! He struggles to not be beaten by the strong current. The kids scream loud as they keep a hold of Thomas. He refuses to let fear creep in to his thoughts as he whispers to himself to go for it. The eyes of DaMarius turn into determination as he grits his teeth and stamps his feet on the ground. They take slow walks as the men in the talk pull as hard as they can to get them to safety.
…
A tree log wedged in the flood is pulled by the current and causes Thomas to lose his footing and for a moment they are stuck in the current. The wind blows them so hard that it causes Thomas to lose his grip and they slip further behind the rope. The hard rain hurts their bodies as the men desperately try to pull them all into safety. His eyes widen open as he controls his breathing and heart beat. He keeps his composure but the sounds start to sneak into his ears.
“Help us!!”
“Ahh Mommy I’m scared!”
The sounds of children their mother crying makes the adrenaline fuel their bodies so hard. Thomas uses the cries to fuel his fire and roars out loud once again to put his hands on the rope and grip them tight. They get closer and closer to the truck enough to reach a hold of their hand. DaMarius lifts his hand high in the air before grabbing the truck.
“Get the kids on the truck now!”
His friend grabs the kids and pull them off him so fast they all crash to the truck floor. A massive sigh of relief is felt around as the children are ready to be evacuated. Thomas turns around to see their mother.
“Now for you ma-“
…
His eyes widen open as the sweat pours down his body. His mouth opens as he tries to speak but a lump begins to form in his throat. He looks around, but there’s no sign of life behind him.
“Maam?!”
That moment on a very stormy day that became a permanent part of American History resulted in the birth of a leviathan.
No more emotions apart from the emotion of anger.
Anger that fuels me to rips apart bodies and turn bones into mere crumbs.
No happiness or anything with joy exists with me anymore. Just pure pain, anger, torture and death.
Because I am the Black Death. Happiness rotted away when a windy woman came and destroyed everything. Now what you witness is a body wrecking, bones snapping, blood shedding, bruise bashing motherfucking demon.
When I was born I was raised to be destined to play football and I did it. Arena Football League with the Voodoo, and a tryout for the Saints. It ended it this nigger wasn’t needed because a white boy decided to splash the cash to secure his spot. He goaded about his getting his part on the roster to me, but the emergency surgery to remove his spleen soon realised I am not a man to try and make fun of.
Which brings me to the next white dawg ready for an ass whipping. Kyle Mason. Y’all really think you had a chance winning the belt? Ha, you ain’t nothing but a dude fighting for scraps. How does it all feel now white boy that your fifteen minutes of fame is over? Mason is now just under the sentence of “Oh he still works here?”
It’s okay, I’mma gonna give you your final minutes of fame, the greatest and biggest devastating ass kicking that you’ll see my big ass foot permanently engraved in a bruise on your white ass!
I am the newest and biggest to walk the IWF stage. While some get nervous, you ain’t gonna see shit like that with me. That stage is MY stage. That ring is now MY ring! And what y’all see when I enter my yard is an ass kicking so great that you’ll see bones out of places, blood smearing my yard and men begging for their life.
Cause Mason’ you are gonna beg! I’mma gonna make you beg for your life as I break your back by elevating you into the stars and crashing down into the ring. You’re pretty face will become the mother fucking elephant man by the time I am done in Tokyo. Japs don’t like me because I’m black…..And I don’t like Japs because they’re weak. Watch the crowd dip their heads into their shoulders in fear when I become the first mauler to KILL a guy in the middle of the ring! Mason you’ll be a sacrifice as a statement for the world that the Black Death has arrived! Kyle Mason will be become a mother fucking soup that tastes like shit by the time I am done with you!
I’m big, I’m strong, I’m athletic and more importantly I’m a nasty black mother fucker! MMA? HA! Da Fuck do you think you can lock one of those submissions on me with the size of my arms, neck and body? That shit don’t work with me! Mixed Martial Arts? MMA to me spells out;
Monstrous Mess Ahead.
Because by the time I’mma done with you Mason, the cleaners are gonna need to buy more bleach to remove the fucking blood and shit stains from MY ring!!
You think you’ve endured pain? You ain’t felt pain until the Black Death is around boy.
You will be the first count on my hall of pain. On my road to torturing the IWF. The big nasty Bastard is here Kyle…..You’re career is going to die as fast as I break your back.
Get the morphine ready, you’re gonna need it really fast and real soon Mason.
Y’all though your Death was a big scary dude? Wait til this near 400 pound black meat breaks through the doors.
Buildings imploding into mere dust
The sun blot out by grey clouds, wind and rain.
Destruction in the Bayou….
Thomas is ripping off doors trying to save the unfortunate being stuck in their flooded houses. He risks his own life of being swept into the strong disease ridden current to get into one house. He rips the dirty red door off and swims into the house that is nearly full to the ceiling of storm flood water. He takes a big gulp before submerging his head underneath to look for stranded surviviors. He snaps his back out with his bright white eyes wide.
“Is anyone here? Anybody?”
DaMarius looks back and forth before hearing a whisper of life coming from up the stairs. He swims using all the power he has to defy the current to get up the stairs. He struggles at first but takes his time to power up the stairs, pulling the wooden support boards so hard they begin to snap off.
“Hello?”
The fear and worry starts to get to him as Thomas looks around and manages to pull himself up to the next level of the house where the flood water hasn’t reached yet. He takes a breather before once again hearing life struggling to survive.
“Help! We got trapped up here trying to avoid the flooding!”
Thomas storms to the room and sees a young woman with two children. He goes towards them to make sure they are ok.
“Are you all alright?”
They nod but they all shake vigorously with fear as the walls shake and bang loudly with the impact of the storm. The power is so fierce dust spurts out of the corners of the walls.
“Right, there’s a truck that’s gonna get y’all outta here and to safety. We all need to go now! My friend’s out in the truck and will pull y’all to safety.”
“What!!! Are you kidding. I’m not taking my babies into that water!”
Thomas puts his hands over her arms.
“It’s either that or we all die here! Trust me I’ll make sure your babies are alright!”
The storms winds get more powerful which prompts the truck to beep in desperation. Looking outside and seeing the gusts become more devastating as more buildings are seen collapsing to the ground or being ripped apart piece by piece like pulling a small flowers petals. She bites her lip before nodding in agreement to get out.
“Right, let’s get y’all outta here! Kids climb on my back!”
The two young children climb on Thomas’ back as they cry in fear. DaMarius tightly grips to them before they leave.
The sweat pours down him as he tries to maintain his calmness.
“Right kids, grip as tight as you can! I’mma make sure you get to safety! But you gotta hold me tight. Y’all understand?”
They both nod as they wipe away tears.
“Okay, let’s do this!!!!”
DaMarius talks to the mother and assures her to hold his waist. They slowly walk down to the top of the stairs as DaMarius takes the lead.
“Okay, on the count of three. One!”
They take one step closer as the flood water reaches the tips of their shoes.
“Two!”
They take several steps into the flood water.
“Three!”
They all submerge into the water. The coldness makes their hairs stand on end and shiver. The children grip so tight that you can see the veins of Thomas pop on his body. Thomas takes his time, taking big breathes as the water reaches the tips of their noses.
“Get ready!”
All four breathe in as the water rises up to over their nostrils. The grit of dirt and mud can be felt in between their teeth as they try to get to the exit as fast as they can. Thomas with the incredible strength he has from his American Football training roars out loud, showing his bright white eyes and teeth and grabbing the door frame. He tries so hard to keep his head above the storm flood and to keep his posture against the very strong currents. He turns his head around to look at the truck.
“Throw the rope!”
His friend whips the rope as fast as he can before throwing it in Thomas’ direction. The rope almost sinks away before DaMarius out of pure instinct roars and jumps to grab the rope!! He struggles to not be beaten by the strong current. The kids scream loud as they keep a hold of Thomas. He refuses to let fear creep in to his thoughts as he whispers to himself to go for it. The eyes of DaMarius turn into determination as he grits his teeth and stamps his feet on the ground. They take slow walks as the men in the talk pull as hard as they can to get them to safety.
…
A tree log wedged in the flood is pulled by the current and causes Thomas to lose his footing and for a moment they are stuck in the current. The wind blows them so hard that it causes Thomas to lose his grip and they slip further behind the rope. The hard rain hurts their bodies as the men desperately try to pull them all into safety. His eyes widen open as he controls his breathing and heart beat. He keeps his composure but the sounds start to sneak into his ears.
“Help us!!”
“Ahh Mommy I’m scared!”
The sounds of children their mother crying makes the adrenaline fuel their bodies so hard. Thomas uses the cries to fuel his fire and roars out loud once again to put his hands on the rope and grip them tight. They get closer and closer to the truck enough to reach a hold of their hand. DaMarius lifts his hand high in the air before grabbing the truck.
“Get the kids on the truck now!”
His friend grabs the kids and pull them off him so fast they all crash to the truck floor. A massive sigh of relief is felt around as the children are ready to be evacuated. Thomas turns around to see their mother.
“Now for you ma-“
…
His eyes widen open as the sweat pours down his body. His mouth opens as he tries to speak but a lump begins to form in his throat. He looks around, but there’s no sign of life behind him.
“Maam?!”
....
That moment on a very stormy day that became a permanent part of American History resulted in the birth of a leviathan.
No more emotions apart from the emotion of anger.
Anger that fuels me to rips apart bodies and turn bones into mere crumbs.
No happiness or anything with joy exists with me anymore. Just pure pain, anger, torture and death.
Because I am the Black Death. Happiness rotted away when a windy woman came and destroyed everything. Now what you witness is a body wrecking, bones snapping, blood shedding, bruise bashing motherfucking demon.
When I was born I was raised to be destined to play football and I did it. Arena Football League with the Voodoo, and a tryout for the Saints. It ended it this nigger wasn’t needed because a white boy decided to splash the cash to secure his spot. He goaded about his getting his part on the roster to me, but the emergency surgery to remove his spleen soon realised I am not a man to try and make fun of.
Which brings me to the next white dawg ready for an ass whipping. Kyle Mason. Y’all really think you had a chance winning the belt? Ha, you ain’t nothing but a dude fighting for scraps. How does it all feel now white boy that your fifteen minutes of fame is over? Mason is now just under the sentence of “Oh he still works here?”
It’s okay, I’mma gonna give you your final minutes of fame, the greatest and biggest devastating ass kicking that you’ll see my big ass foot permanently engraved in a bruise on your white ass!
I am the newest and biggest to walk the IWF stage. While some get nervous, you ain’t gonna see shit like that with me. That stage is MY stage. That ring is now MY ring! And what y’all see when I enter my yard is an ass kicking so great that you’ll see bones out of places, blood smearing my yard and men begging for their life.
Cause Mason’ you are gonna beg! I’mma gonna make you beg for your life as I break your back by elevating you into the stars and crashing down into the ring. You’re pretty face will become the mother fucking elephant man by the time I am done in Tokyo. Japs don’t like me because I’m black…..And I don’t like Japs because they’re weak. Watch the crowd dip their heads into their shoulders in fear when I become the first mauler to KILL a guy in the middle of the ring! Mason you’ll be a sacrifice as a statement for the world that the Black Death has arrived! Kyle Mason will be become a mother fucking soup that tastes like shit by the time I am done with you!
I’m big, I’m strong, I’m athletic and more importantly I’m a nasty black mother fucker! MMA? HA! Da Fuck do you think you can lock one of those submissions on me with the size of my arms, neck and body? That shit don’t work with me! Mixed Martial Arts? MMA to me spells out;
Monstrous Mess Ahead.
Because by the time I’mma done with you Mason, the cleaners are gonna need to buy more bleach to remove the fucking blood and shit stains from MY ring!!
You think you’ve endured pain? You ain’t felt pain until the Black Death is around boy.
You will be the first count on my hall of pain. On my road to torturing the IWF. The big nasty Bastard is here Kyle…..You’re career is going to die as fast as I break your back.
Get the morphine ready, you’re gonna need it really fast and real soon Mason.
Y’all though your Death was a big scary dude? Wait til this near 400 pound black meat breaks through the doors.
Kyle Mason.
Rest
In
Peace….Motherfucker.
Well howdy there pardner.