Post by Rated R on Jun 9, 2007 4:36:28 GMT -5
A video camera screen lights up, with Trace Demon holding it. The room he is in is disgusting, dried blood is drenched on the stone grey walls, there are no windows, and just one door, which is locked. There are no sounds, except for the hum of the video camera, and the breathing coming from Trace Demon. There is a musky smell, mainly of blood mixed in with sweat. Its the type of smell that you can taste, that just makes you want to gag. Its boiling hot. Trace turns the camera onto himself, and begins to talk in a cold and desolate tone.
Trace Demon
"Lets keep this short and sweet, at least for now. Not many of you know me, but you will soon enough. This place I am standing in is my doorway to hell, its where I train, where I have been locked up, learning my skill, and gaining my own personal connection to the true god, that watches from below the ground, in a land so much better than ours."
Trace picks up a can of petrol, and throws the contents into the corner, where there is a pile of paper. Trace begins talking again, this time with more passion, almost screaming out the words.
Trace Demon
"I have been commanded, to bring pain to the world, and where better to bring pain to the world, than to the sinners in this business"
Trace pulls out a lighter, and sets the petrol drenched pile on fire, the flames erupt, as if from the depths of hell. The flame burns bigger and bigger, letting of a dim red glow. Trace puts his hand in the fire, leaving it there for a number of seconds, the fire engulfing his hand, almost caressing it. Trace pulls his hand out of the fire, unharmded, and says calmly
Trace Demon
"I will bring the message to the people, you can count on that."
Screaming his heard from above the cold and blood drenched room.
Trace Demon (talking calmly)
"I better go check that out"
Trace begins laughing uncontrollably, as if he is insanse, as the screaming gets louder.
The camera fades to black.
Note: This is my first roleplay, so any advice will be taken thankfully
Trace Demon
"Lets keep this short and sweet, at least for now. Not many of you know me, but you will soon enough. This place I am standing in is my doorway to hell, its where I train, where I have been locked up, learning my skill, and gaining my own personal connection to the true god, that watches from below the ground, in a land so much better than ours."
Trace picks up a can of petrol, and throws the contents into the corner, where there is a pile of paper. Trace begins talking again, this time with more passion, almost screaming out the words.
Trace Demon
"I have been commanded, to bring pain to the world, and where better to bring pain to the world, than to the sinners in this business"
Trace pulls out a lighter, and sets the petrol drenched pile on fire, the flames erupt, as if from the depths of hell. The flame burns bigger and bigger, letting of a dim red glow. Trace puts his hand in the fire, leaving it there for a number of seconds, the fire engulfing his hand, almost caressing it. Trace pulls his hand out of the fire, unharmded, and says calmly
Trace Demon
"I will bring the message to the people, you can count on that."
Screaming his heard from above the cold and blood drenched room.
Trace Demon (talking calmly)
"I better go check that out"
Trace begins laughing uncontrollably, as if he is insanse, as the screaming gets louder.
The camera fades to black.
Note: This is my first roleplay, so any advice will be taken thankfully