Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Mar 27, 2007 23:26:57 GMT -5
There is a darkened room, a single flickering lightbulb hanging over a rustic ceiling. The walls are no differant, what may be interpreted as blood stains are in the four distinct corners of this small chamber. A far outcry of the falls count anywhere match that will be unleashed as Fools Revenge. It is terribly quiet, albeit the annoying creak of the light bulbs chain rocking from side to side, mixed with a small "Drip..Drip...Drip..." of water coming from an unscene source.
Just then, the iron door is wrenched open, and Corporal Punishment himself is unceremoniously tossed into the room, and the door locked behind him. The Corporal becomes knocked against the single cold iron chair in the room, does his best to catch himself on his hands and knees, rather than have to taste the unforgiving steel tile.
He looks battered and bruised, but once he pulls himself up onto the chair that is nailed to the tile, we see he has a smile upon his face, despite a trickle of blood down the side of his mouth, and an open cut on the side just next to his temple.
As if there was some audience he is speaking with, the officer begins to speak to himself, as if beating himself up even further mentally. Recalling why he is exactly here.
Corporal Punishment: This is truly to epitome of my name...Punishment....It isnt uncommon, you shoot your recruits with sandbags, they complain to higher officers, of course, it gets traced back to the source.
These pansies dont know pain. They dont know discipline like i do. You try to do something nice to them and they stab you in the back...This is my solitary confinement.
Punishment finally props himself up on the chair, as if attempting to calm down, but his expression is anything but calm. A mixture of panic and frustration and anger all in one is imploding inside his very being.
Corporal Punishment: If they think for one second this will hold me, they are far wrong. The general will realize his mistake. And if they dont let me out, i will have to force my way out. The military is corrupt in its own way, sort of like a certain wellness program i have heard about. They make examples out of the lower seargeants, they act as if they do right and use us as bait. But when it comes to someone important, or something for that matter, the most a high ranking official or worker will get is a slap on the wrist. I, i get reprimanded for making war machines! They, they get loose with rape and murder....i can rape....i can murder....just give me one shot. JUST GIVE ME ONE SHOT!
Corporal Punishment then finally bursts his comfort bubble and gets up and wrenches the rusty old chair from its hinges and slams it against the mettalic wall, causing an immense clang that brings the corporal to his knees in head splitting pain...he writhes on the floor with restrained anger and pain pulsating from within...
Corporal Punishment: SZABAN! FOOLS REVENGE! YOU WILL BE MINE!!!
And with that the Corporal finally passes out from the echo of his own voice....and the room fades into darkness....
end promo.
Just then, the iron door is wrenched open, and Corporal Punishment himself is unceremoniously tossed into the room, and the door locked behind him. The Corporal becomes knocked against the single cold iron chair in the room, does his best to catch himself on his hands and knees, rather than have to taste the unforgiving steel tile.
He looks battered and bruised, but once he pulls himself up onto the chair that is nailed to the tile, we see he has a smile upon his face, despite a trickle of blood down the side of his mouth, and an open cut on the side just next to his temple.
As if there was some audience he is speaking with, the officer begins to speak to himself, as if beating himself up even further mentally. Recalling why he is exactly here.
Corporal Punishment: This is truly to epitome of my name...Punishment....It isnt uncommon, you shoot your recruits with sandbags, they complain to higher officers, of course, it gets traced back to the source.
These pansies dont know pain. They dont know discipline like i do. You try to do something nice to them and they stab you in the back...This is my solitary confinement.
Punishment finally props himself up on the chair, as if attempting to calm down, but his expression is anything but calm. A mixture of panic and frustration and anger all in one is imploding inside his very being.
Corporal Punishment: If they think for one second this will hold me, they are far wrong. The general will realize his mistake. And if they dont let me out, i will have to force my way out. The military is corrupt in its own way, sort of like a certain wellness program i have heard about. They make examples out of the lower seargeants, they act as if they do right and use us as bait. But when it comes to someone important, or something for that matter, the most a high ranking official or worker will get is a slap on the wrist. I, i get reprimanded for making war machines! They, they get loose with rape and murder....i can rape....i can murder....just give me one shot. JUST GIVE ME ONE SHOT!
Corporal Punishment then finally bursts his comfort bubble and gets up and wrenches the rusty old chair from its hinges and slams it against the mettalic wall, causing an immense clang that brings the corporal to his knees in head splitting pain...he writhes on the floor with restrained anger and pain pulsating from within...
Corporal Punishment: SZABAN! FOOLS REVENGE! YOU WILL BE MINE!!!
And with that the Corporal finally passes out from the echo of his own voice....and the room fades into darkness....
end promo.
