Post by Swarm on Aug 26, 2006 7:46:04 GMT -5
Our eyes are lost in succession. Flash of white to black, flash… black. A rhythm. This pattern is distracting and attracting. We find ourselves lost in this motion. We find ourselves unable to steer away from the flash; From the comforting rhythm of the line. We try to escape from it’s grasp, try to escape from the controlling succession, we try. We try and try. Success! Our eyes leave the entrapment, find solice in darkness. Our escape, however, is bittersweet. We become barricaded by yellow streams of light, glowing in our vision. There is no escape, no victory to be had. We are trapped, forever trapped, forever unable to find freedom. Our desperation increases with the acceleration, the acceleration proceeding towards fate. And we see it; Fate. Out destiny lies before us, to be found and admired and feared. We close in on our destiny, reeling off course and stopping with force. And suddenly, forcefully, our eyes reel back. Our eyes dart behind the glass and to the inside of our thoughts, past the steel frame of the vehicle. Panic sets in as we race our eyes over the area. The streets lay in primarily darkness, lit slightly by the large, protruding lamp posts from the cracked sidewalks. The orange glow of the bulbs shoot down as far as they can stretch, particularly lighting up the sides of th stone buildings. The architecture, while hidden in shadow, is fierce and impressive. Sharp corners and stone walls raise high above the streets, forming into mixtures of brick and ivy, finally climaxing in rooftops of granite. Still, these buildings are difficult to view Our eyes relax, seeing only the distance between our face and the glass window to our left. Within this window holds our destiny, the fate of this all. We find ourselves enthralled by the reflection of the opposing door opening as a man enters the seat beside us. The man, our destiny, Alex Sean.
Alex Sean: I found myself working through life in an unstoppable circle. It’s all so ironic I’d say. You see, since I’ve been back in the WFWF, I’ve found myself talking of the past, present, and of course, The Anointed’s revolution and subsequent future. Through the short period of time I have been back I’ve spent most of that time enlightening those blinded by ignorance and blindness. I’ve enlightened on what is to come and what has come before they lay foot before me. You see, behind it all I’m an empathetic person. I’d even go as far as to say I was a sympathetic person. I can relate to those who are fools because, well, I was a fool once myself. Really, everyone was at one point. So, I see it as my obligation to inform the foolish and give them fighting chance to contribute. But as I stand here today awaiting SuperBrawl, the biggest show of the year, I find myself realizing that enlightenment, while noble, is pointless. The truth is, SuperBrawl is the night of The Anointed. We will form together as brothers in arms to vanquish the demons of waste and mediocrity. I find myself faced with Mikael West and Master of Destruction, and while Master of Destruction and I have yet to conclude our affair, this will be the night that is remembered as The Anointed’s clean sweep victory and first important step towards revolution. You find The Anointed in the form of three men… Three men and one woman, of course.
Our eyes seek out the front seat, occupied by Rebecca Marie.
Alex Sean: The Anointed is a unit of three men with different motives, ideals, and directives. Calvin Lee, the future ace of the WFWF and final act in our exodus. EBR, the scarred angel who brings judgement on those who have sat idly by and allowed the WFWF to fall into the abyss of it’s own filth. And, of course, myself; Alex Sean. I stand here now prepared to take the steps necessary for ultimate victory. Victory is undeniable for The Anointed because, in the end, there is no denying our ideals, and there is no denying our purpose. In the rapture of the WFWF, it’s book of exodus and word of faith, you need not seek the false prophets of Reverend Shadow and any other of those set to stand in a place of iconic worship. You need not worship anyone, for that matter. In this case, The Anointed is your revelation, set in place to bring peace and unity to the WFWF. In this case, The Anointed is your flag, and I am your flag bearer. SuperBrawl will bring the first call to arms for The Anointed, the first strike against the demons and the like. Because inevitably, through all fate and in all destiny, The Anointed is my legacy, and I am the archetype. I am the archetype, the demigod, and the quintessential player in the WFWF.
With this, our vehicle begins to drive away. Drive away from the lights, the street, the entrapment, and into the darkness of uncertainty.
Alex Sean: I found myself working through life in an unstoppable circle. It’s all so ironic I’d say. You see, since I’ve been back in the WFWF, I’ve found myself talking of the past, present, and of course, The Anointed’s revolution and subsequent future. Through the short period of time I have been back I’ve spent most of that time enlightening those blinded by ignorance and blindness. I’ve enlightened on what is to come and what has come before they lay foot before me. You see, behind it all I’m an empathetic person. I’d even go as far as to say I was a sympathetic person. I can relate to those who are fools because, well, I was a fool once myself. Really, everyone was at one point. So, I see it as my obligation to inform the foolish and give them fighting chance to contribute. But as I stand here today awaiting SuperBrawl, the biggest show of the year, I find myself realizing that enlightenment, while noble, is pointless. The truth is, SuperBrawl is the night of The Anointed. We will form together as brothers in arms to vanquish the demons of waste and mediocrity. I find myself faced with Mikael West and Master of Destruction, and while Master of Destruction and I have yet to conclude our affair, this will be the night that is remembered as The Anointed’s clean sweep victory and first important step towards revolution. You find The Anointed in the form of three men… Three men and one woman, of course.
Our eyes seek out the front seat, occupied by Rebecca Marie.
Alex Sean: The Anointed is a unit of three men with different motives, ideals, and directives. Calvin Lee, the future ace of the WFWF and final act in our exodus. EBR, the scarred angel who brings judgement on those who have sat idly by and allowed the WFWF to fall into the abyss of it’s own filth. And, of course, myself; Alex Sean. I stand here now prepared to take the steps necessary for ultimate victory. Victory is undeniable for The Anointed because, in the end, there is no denying our ideals, and there is no denying our purpose. In the rapture of the WFWF, it’s book of exodus and word of faith, you need not seek the false prophets of Reverend Shadow and any other of those set to stand in a place of iconic worship. You need not worship anyone, for that matter. In this case, The Anointed is your revelation, set in place to bring peace and unity to the WFWF. In this case, The Anointed is your flag, and I am your flag bearer. SuperBrawl will bring the first call to arms for The Anointed, the first strike against the demons and the like. Because inevitably, through all fate and in all destiny, The Anointed is my legacy, and I am the archetype. I am the archetype, the demigod, and the quintessential player in the WFWF.
With this, our vehicle begins to drive away. Drive away from the lights, the street, the entrapment, and into the darkness of uncertainty.