Post by Jimmy Pagan on May 19, 2018 21:58:56 GMT -5
A dark apartment living room. It has now been a month since Jimmy Pagan was born in the ashes of the decay James Pridmore and Nite Stalker. He had continued to let his house slowly die, just as he was dying inside. Food was becoming fly-ridden and spoiled, dust is slowly conquering everything around him.
He is there, in the corner, crouching in a chair. The little bit of light from the outside shows his face, still half painted like Nite Stalker. His eyes shine through the darkness, as his crooked legs reach out from the chair. He steps into the half light of the room. He sneers as he begins to speak.
“To sacrifice yourself for a friend is not a noble end
Keiji likes to make comments in jest
He treats the thing before him as a novelty, but I am not a novelty
I am a revelation in the works.
I am the beginning of a new, dark, era in West Coast Genesis.”
His head rolls disgustingly around his neck
“At Unscripted, I had a pleasant surprise
Sela truly was as dark as she claims to be
You though, Keiji? You are merely another martyr
You are another prophet of a construct held by hypocrites and deceivers
You are exactly what I resent
The liar’s hero, who begs for praise due to selfish selflessness
Standing up for people that wouldn’t stand up for you, because you think it makes you superior than those around you.
It is those like you that creates reprobates like me
At Hype, when the witching hour comes upon you, the Legion will strike you
And your constructs down
You will be sacrificed to the things that call me to my purpose
As your lies and your self imposed morality crumble before you.”
He flashes his fang like teeth, as his eyes seem to change from a ghastly blue, to a demonic yellow.
“You will bleed for me, Keiji
And I will leave your wretched liar’s soul to waste
For I hear the trumpets, and I see the bowls flowing into West Coast Genesis
Their cups will overflow with the blood of their false idols
And once it is all said and done
Whether you bow to me, or fall before me
You will find yourself beneath me
Asking yourself
‘Where is my gods now?’
But nobody will answer you,”
He smiles devilishly
“Because you will find that the reality you once knew
Is crumbling at my feet
And the gods you once praised
Have fallen to the bastard’s iconoclasm of this company.
All you know is dead
And I shall breath new life into you.
West Coast Genesis will know my one true reality
And You will know a bastard's truth
As you continue to stumble over your jester's decoy
Disguising your fear of what comes at you tonight at Hype
Your hour of sacrament comes toward you.”
Jimmy poses in a christ like manner, and with a flash, he disappears. The dark desolate room slowly fades
He is there, in the corner, crouching in a chair. The little bit of light from the outside shows his face, still half painted like Nite Stalker. His eyes shine through the darkness, as his crooked legs reach out from the chair. He steps into the half light of the room. He sneers as he begins to speak.
“To sacrifice yourself for a friend is not a noble end
Keiji likes to make comments in jest
He treats the thing before him as a novelty, but I am not a novelty
I am a revelation in the works.
I am the beginning of a new, dark, era in West Coast Genesis.”
His head rolls disgustingly around his neck
“At Unscripted, I had a pleasant surprise
Sela truly was as dark as she claims to be
You though, Keiji? You are merely another martyr
You are another prophet of a construct held by hypocrites and deceivers
You are exactly what I resent
The liar’s hero, who begs for praise due to selfish selflessness
Standing up for people that wouldn’t stand up for you, because you think it makes you superior than those around you.
It is those like you that creates reprobates like me
At Hype, when the witching hour comes upon you, the Legion will strike you
And your constructs down
You will be sacrificed to the things that call me to my purpose
As your lies and your self imposed morality crumble before you.”
He flashes his fang like teeth, as his eyes seem to change from a ghastly blue, to a demonic yellow.
“You will bleed for me, Keiji
And I will leave your wretched liar’s soul to waste
For I hear the trumpets, and I see the bowls flowing into West Coast Genesis
Their cups will overflow with the blood of their false idols
And once it is all said and done
Whether you bow to me, or fall before me
You will find yourself beneath me
Asking yourself
‘Where is my gods now?’
But nobody will answer you,”
He smiles devilishly
“Because you will find that the reality you once knew
Is crumbling at my feet
And the gods you once praised
Have fallen to the bastard’s iconoclasm of this company.
All you know is dead
And I shall breath new life into you.
West Coast Genesis will know my one true reality
And You will know a bastard's truth
As you continue to stumble over your jester's decoy
Disguising your fear of what comes at you tonight at Hype
Your hour of sacrament comes toward you.”
Jimmy poses in a christ like manner, and with a flash, he disappears. The dark desolate room slowly fades