Post by hurricanehelms2 on Nov 11, 2006 23:55:01 GMT -5
In thick ariel font, words scroll across the screen. “Let Me Tell You A Story”. The bold, strong voice of Joe Kessen welcomes the audience warmly. The screen now reads “A Fireside Chat With Joe Kessen”, before shifting to an obviously photoshopped slide. It reveals Thunder, in a Leave It To Beaver-ish uniform, sitting at a dining room table, and a woman staring out the window.
“That damn beaver ate my begonas!"
Wide eyed Eric jolted up from eating his fruity pebbles cereal.
"Huh?"
"My begonas, that beaver chewed right through them.", his mother added with a sadness in her voice.
The screen shifts to another slide. This one of Thunder standing on his chair, still donned in his uniform.
"Fear not mother! I shall slay the fured dragon for you.!", Eric responded exstatically.
"Eric, honey, when are you going to grow up?"
"ERIC?" he asked with a rage in his voice, "Eric is my slave name. Madam, you may call me by my true name."
"Eric is your 'true' name"
"Thunder is my real name mother."
"Thunder?" she said with a sigh, "You need to let go of the fanasty. Grow up and accomplish some things." As she turned around, she quickly realized he had already left.
Once more, a new slide come up. This time, it’s Thunder in a plastic chainmail costume.
Thunder had already gone to prepare for the hunt. He strapped on dull chainmail armor, forged using pop tabs. He assembled his arsenal, a hand crafted bow, and his hand crafted blung mallet named George. Thunder looked out his window at the forest behind his house, and set off to capture the beaver.
Thunder wondered around the woods behind his house, but to no success. He began to frolick with the pockets of his pants, and came upon an old bag of rasins. “No harm in eating these,” he thought to himself. He took them out, and one by one began to devour his raisins.”
The final slide is revealed, Thunder devouring some raisins. Then we switch to an old fashion home, with Joe Kessen sitting next to a large radio, in front of a fire place. The glow reflects off the brick wall, offering warmth for the viewer.
Bored? I know I am. Sorry to bore you guys. Why did I do it? What was the purpose? There was no purpose. Kinda like Thunder has no purpose. No true goals set. Sure, he wants to win. But long term plans man? I don’t think he honestly has any. Now before you ask, the kid in the story is not really Thunder. GASP! I know, I know. But neither is the man claiming to be my opponet. He is really well, he is a poser. A shell of his former self known as Thunder. Thunder, you used to be real. Sure you were a homeless man, but I respected you Thunder. Because you were being yourself. Now you come into some money, and just ditch that all. You’re moving on up, eh?
Joe reaches to the radio, and turns on some music. But the volume is too low to really hear it, however the careful ear can tell it’s the old Jefferson’s TV show theme.
Not going to fry the fish in the kitchen? Not going to burn the beans on the grill? MOOO...MOVING ON UP. Well Thunder, I have some news for you. Mr. Jefferson still knew he was black. He gained money, but stayed the same. Sure it’s a fake character on a tv show. But nowadays, thats all you’ve become Mr. Thunder. So stife it Thunder, and enjoy your piece of the pie. Enjoy it while it lasts, and it won’t last long. Because Mr. Thunder, I’ll see you at Felo-De-Se.
The sound is turned up by Kessen, and we end with a chorus of “We finally got a piece of the pie.”
“That damn beaver ate my begonas!"
Wide eyed Eric jolted up from eating his fruity pebbles cereal.
"Huh?"
"My begonas, that beaver chewed right through them.", his mother added with a sadness in her voice.
The screen shifts to another slide. This one of Thunder standing on his chair, still donned in his uniform.
"Fear not mother! I shall slay the fured dragon for you.!", Eric responded exstatically.
"Eric, honey, when are you going to grow up?"
"ERIC?" he asked with a rage in his voice, "Eric is my slave name. Madam, you may call me by my true name."
"Eric is your 'true' name"
"Thunder is my real name mother."
"Thunder?" she said with a sigh, "You need to let go of the fanasty. Grow up and accomplish some things." As she turned around, she quickly realized he had already left.
Once more, a new slide come up. This time, it’s Thunder in a plastic chainmail costume.
Thunder had already gone to prepare for the hunt. He strapped on dull chainmail armor, forged using pop tabs. He assembled his arsenal, a hand crafted bow, and his hand crafted blung mallet named George. Thunder looked out his window at the forest behind his house, and set off to capture the beaver.
Thunder wondered around the woods behind his house, but to no success. He began to frolick with the pockets of his pants, and came upon an old bag of rasins. “No harm in eating these,” he thought to himself. He took them out, and one by one began to devour his raisins.”
The final slide is revealed, Thunder devouring some raisins. Then we switch to an old fashion home, with Joe Kessen sitting next to a large radio, in front of a fire place. The glow reflects off the brick wall, offering warmth for the viewer.
Bored? I know I am. Sorry to bore you guys. Why did I do it? What was the purpose? There was no purpose. Kinda like Thunder has no purpose. No true goals set. Sure, he wants to win. But long term plans man? I don’t think he honestly has any. Now before you ask, the kid in the story is not really Thunder. GASP! I know, I know. But neither is the man claiming to be my opponet. He is really well, he is a poser. A shell of his former self known as Thunder. Thunder, you used to be real. Sure you were a homeless man, but I respected you Thunder. Because you were being yourself. Now you come into some money, and just ditch that all. You’re moving on up, eh?
Joe reaches to the radio, and turns on some music. But the volume is too low to really hear it, however the careful ear can tell it’s the old Jefferson’s TV show theme.
Not going to fry the fish in the kitchen? Not going to burn the beans on the grill? MOOO...MOVING ON UP. Well Thunder, I have some news for you. Mr. Jefferson still knew he was black. He gained money, but stayed the same. Sure it’s a fake character on a tv show. But nowadays, thats all you’ve become Mr. Thunder. So stife it Thunder, and enjoy your piece of the pie. Enjoy it while it lasts, and it won’t last long. Because Mr. Thunder, I’ll see you at Felo-De-Se.
The sound is turned up by Kessen, and we end with a chorus of “We finally got a piece of the pie.”