Post by MasterEvil on Jun 19, 2016 12:48:25 GMT
The scene comes to life…well…rather blurry life. That is until the images slowly fade through the blur and into life to reveal a murky looking jungle. Lively yet dull trees, green grass and a pair of hands tied up. Wait…what!?! Tied up hands! What is this? And why is there a guy screaming in the background?
“Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?”
Those words were spoken with a soft, feminine, voice and more and more shapes fights through the blurs until we turn just a little just to see…a woman. A purple haired woman of milky white skin – who is dressed in an unclean red vest and slightly dirty pair of military green bottoms with mountain boots of the same colour – seeing on some kind of box as she is looking directly at us.
“Insanity is doing exact…”
She glances are her hands for a moment.
“Same fucking thing…over and over again, expecting…shit to change. That…is crazy.”
The mysterious woman then shrugs. Wait, these hands are our hands…and the rope tying our hands is connected to a concrete block that is on the edge of an edge she’s sitting near.
“But the first somebody told me that…I dunno, I thought they were bullshitting me, so boom – I broke their skull with a crowbar.”
Is that crowbar mentioned the same very crowbar laid beside the rock she is sitting on?
“The thing is…”
Now a chuckle leaves this, clearly deranged, woman’s lips as she takes the moment to glance at her crowbar before looking back towards us.
“Okay…they were right. And then I started seeing: everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked, all these fucking pricks, everywhere I look, doing the exact same fucking thing…over and over and over and over again thinking: ‘This time, it’s gonna be different; no, no, no, no, no, please! This time it’s gonna be different’…”
The pace of her speaking has picked up, and so has how daunting the atmosphere feels, with each word that passes from her lips and into our ears. But then she suddenly stopped. Why did she stopped? Is there something wrong?
“I am sorry. I don’t like the way-”
She suddenly shoots up to her feet, revealing her rather petit frame to us in the process, and throws her right hand back, sending the box she was previously sitting on flying away out of our line of sight.
“-you two are looking at me! Okay?”
‘You two’? What does she mean by ‘you two’? While stating her question the purple haired woman took a few slow steps backwards, nearing the edge herself.
“Do you have a fucking problem in your heads? Do you two think I am bullshitting you? Do you two think I am lying?”
The barrage of questions shoot towards us as she moves toward us are quickly until we’re face-to-face with her.
“FUCK YOU TWO! Okay? Fuck you Big E! Fuck you Ace Michaels!”
Ace Michaels? Big E? What? She must have something wrong with her head! Wait…one of our hands is white and the other is black. Are we the Big E and Ace Michaels this demented woman is speaking of? If so then she must be Otaki, the bizarrely named woman who’ll be facing the two of them in a match in the near future. But those this make us Big E and Ace Michaels? Or maybe we are what she thinks of those two guys? If so…what is going to happen to us?
“Do you think that you are better than me Big E? With your stupid claps? With your cries of positivity? With your unicorns? And with your Booty-O’s? Well fuck you! How useful will those stupid little claps be when I NAIL your hands down to the steel steps and BREAK your fingers one stomp at a time? How useful will those PATHETIC cries be when I dig these two fingers – with my thumb for assistance – into your gullet, spin it around and hook your tongue clean out? And do you know what happens whenever I come across an unicorn in Cyrodiil? I slash them, I cut them, I slice them, I hack them, I maim them, I kill them, I skin them until there is nothing else that I can use the experience points for. And, FY-the fucking-I, my booty is one people would actually pay their hard earned money to get their hands on. So do you still think you’re better than me Big E? FUCK YOU!”
The purple haired woman almost struck us following her shouted out words. But instead she moved over so that she could be crouching down by our left instead of being at our right earlier.
“But do you think you are better than me Ace Michaels? With your wannabe rock star granddad look? With your groupie finance? With your stupid claim of being an Ace? And with your obsession of gambling? People may question how I look but everyone, their mothers and even their cats, if they have any, will know a phoney when they see one and while I am definitely no Mary Poppins you are going to look like a ReDead when I’m done with you. Oh yeah, how pretty will your finance feel once I take her by the hair, clamp her face between the steps and the ring post…and kick away? I’ll let you think of your own answer as what I’m trying to tell you, Ace, is that this match…this gamble…is definitely more than what you are able to handle. Don’t believe me? Wanna bet on it then? Or do you still think you’re better than me Ace Michaels? FUCK YOU!”
Once she shouted out her final few words the pale skinned woman she stands herself straight and turns around, with her hands running through her purple locks as she begins to walk back towards the edge.
“It’s okay, guys. I’m gonna chill, you two, I’m gonna chill…”
Once she arrives to where the concrete box
“The thing is…alright. The thing is, I’ve won this match already…and it’s not like I am fucking crazy. It’s okay…just like the both of your careers after this match…it’s like water under the bridge.”
It was at that moment the milky-skinned girl gave us a smile.
“Did I ever tell you the definition…”
She places her right foot on top of the concrete box.
“Of insanity?”
Before we could utter a thing Otaki pushed the block off the edge, rapidly dragging us down after it as we rush closer and closer to the rushing waters until….
Complete silence.
“Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?”
Those words were spoken with a soft, feminine, voice and more and more shapes fights through the blurs until we turn just a little just to see…a woman. A purple haired woman of milky white skin – who is dressed in an unclean red vest and slightly dirty pair of military green bottoms with mountain boots of the same colour – seeing on some kind of box as she is looking directly at us.
“Insanity is doing exact…”
She glances are her hands for a moment.
“Same fucking thing…over and over again, expecting…shit to change. That…is crazy.”
The mysterious woman then shrugs. Wait, these hands are our hands…and the rope tying our hands is connected to a concrete block that is on the edge of an edge she’s sitting near.
“But the first somebody told me that…I dunno, I thought they were bullshitting me, so boom – I broke their skull with a crowbar.”
Is that crowbar mentioned the same very crowbar laid beside the rock she is sitting on?
“The thing is…”
Now a chuckle leaves this, clearly deranged, woman’s lips as she takes the moment to glance at her crowbar before looking back towards us.
“Okay…they were right. And then I started seeing: everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked, all these fucking pricks, everywhere I look, doing the exact same fucking thing…over and over and over and over again thinking: ‘This time, it’s gonna be different; no, no, no, no, no, please! This time it’s gonna be different’…”
The pace of her speaking has picked up, and so has how daunting the atmosphere feels, with each word that passes from her lips and into our ears. But then she suddenly stopped. Why did she stopped? Is there something wrong?
“I am sorry. I don’t like the way-”
She suddenly shoots up to her feet, revealing her rather petit frame to us in the process, and throws her right hand back, sending the box she was previously sitting on flying away out of our line of sight.
“-you two are looking at me! Okay?”
‘You two’? What does she mean by ‘you two’? While stating her question the purple haired woman took a few slow steps backwards, nearing the edge herself.
“Do you have a fucking problem in your heads? Do you two think I am bullshitting you? Do you two think I am lying?”
The barrage of questions shoot towards us as she moves toward us are quickly until we’re face-to-face with her.
“FUCK YOU TWO! Okay? Fuck you Big E! Fuck you Ace Michaels!”
Ace Michaels? Big E? What? She must have something wrong with her head! Wait…one of our hands is white and the other is black. Are we the Big E and Ace Michaels this demented woman is speaking of? If so then she must be Otaki, the bizarrely named woman who’ll be facing the two of them in a match in the near future. But those this make us Big E and Ace Michaels? Or maybe we are what she thinks of those two guys? If so…what is going to happen to us?
“Do you think that you are better than me Big E? With your stupid claps? With your cries of positivity? With your unicorns? And with your Booty-O’s? Well fuck you! How useful will those stupid little claps be when I NAIL your hands down to the steel steps and BREAK your fingers one stomp at a time? How useful will those PATHETIC cries be when I dig these two fingers – with my thumb for assistance – into your gullet, spin it around and hook your tongue clean out? And do you know what happens whenever I come across an unicorn in Cyrodiil? I slash them, I cut them, I slice them, I hack them, I maim them, I kill them, I skin them until there is nothing else that I can use the experience points for. And, FY-the fucking-I, my booty is one people would actually pay their hard earned money to get their hands on. So do you still think you’re better than me Big E? FUCK YOU!”
The purple haired woman almost struck us following her shouted out words. But instead she moved over so that she could be crouching down by our left instead of being at our right earlier.
“But do you think you are better than me Ace Michaels? With your wannabe rock star granddad look? With your groupie finance? With your stupid claim of being an Ace? And with your obsession of gambling? People may question how I look but everyone, their mothers and even their cats, if they have any, will know a phoney when they see one and while I am definitely no Mary Poppins you are going to look like a ReDead when I’m done with you. Oh yeah, how pretty will your finance feel once I take her by the hair, clamp her face between the steps and the ring post…and kick away? I’ll let you think of your own answer as what I’m trying to tell you, Ace, is that this match…this gamble…is definitely more than what you are able to handle. Don’t believe me? Wanna bet on it then? Or do you still think you’re better than me Ace Michaels? FUCK YOU!”
Once she shouted out her final few words the pale skinned woman she stands herself straight and turns around, with her hands running through her purple locks as she begins to walk back towards the edge.
“It’s okay, guys. I’m gonna chill, you two, I’m gonna chill…”
Once she arrives to where the concrete box
“The thing is…alright. The thing is, I’ve won this match already…and it’s not like I am fucking crazy. It’s okay…just like the both of your careers after this match…it’s like water under the bridge.”
It was at that moment the milky-skinned girl gave us a smile.
“Did I ever tell you the definition…”
She places her right foot on top of the concrete box.
“Of insanity?”
Before we could utter a thing Otaki pushed the block off the edge, rapidly dragging us down after it as we rush closer and closer to the rushing waters until….
Complete silence.