Post by The Syndicate on Feb 27, 2021 22:49:34 GMT
A dark, depressing cemetery in a state of decay after years of neglect, vandalism and abuse. It is a still and quite evening, the sky looks clear and there are no sounds but some owls and crickets. There is an odd and eerie fog that seems to be traveling at just above ground level that seems to be making it’s way around the cemetery passing over and around many of the long forgotten graves. We then hear the demonic sounding voice of the Wraith speaking though we do not actually see him at all as the camera travels the grounds of the cemetery getting shot after shot of long abandoned graves ranging from people buried in 1788 all the way up to 1988 but it seems as the 1980’s came to a close so too did the upkeep of this graveyard.
The Wraith: No matter who you are, how famous, how much of a success decades after your ticket gets punched and time runs out, once every single person you have ever known is dead you become just another name of on a tombstone. A name that passers by stop, read and wonder “who was this person and what did they accomplish in their life?” As years become decades and decades become centuries the name fades from the gravestone, the gravestone falls over and falls apart and eventually you are forgotten completely.
We then come upon one particular grave stone that it appears that time has not been kind to, it is not only decayed and filled with lime it is also broken into pieces as though it was smashed over someone’s head.
The Wraith: This particular grave belongs to a Nazi sympathizer named Joseph Kelvy. Kelvy worked as a spy for Germany during the second world war. After Kelvy’s brutal and violent death where he screamed and carried on like a bitch! he was buried here. Years of neglect and vandalism resulted in Kelvy’s fairly recent, less than 100 year old grave falling into such a state of decay. It seems like Kelvy was buried here and forgotten more than a century ago but that really is not the case. All of Kelvy’s friends and relatives are also dead, killed in retaliation for his deeds and no one fucking remembers him or any of them. You have probably never even heard the name or the story before. What’s my point exactly? Well, it’s rather simple, so simple in fact that even many of you simple minded lame brains can easily understand it. There is a man here right now poised to become the “face of FCPW.” I’m so sick of hearing this about this man that all I can think of is mutilating and disfiguring that face until it is in an unrecognizable state. When I’m finished not only will this man be but a shell of his former self, but he’ll be gone and forgotten it will seem like he was never here in the first FUCKING place. I am going to kill his momentum and prevent it from ever getting going before he even knows what hit him. He knows who he is and I know who he is, but he won’t exactly know where or when that I’m going to strike. But long story short, his time in this federation will be brief and uneventful and once it’s over no one will even remember that he was here much less was poised to be the “face of the company.”
The Wraith: I have spoken and consider this your first and only warning... your fate is now sealed.
Fade out.
The Wraith: No matter who you are, how famous, how much of a success decades after your ticket gets punched and time runs out, once every single person you have ever known is dead you become just another name of on a tombstone. A name that passers by stop, read and wonder “who was this person and what did they accomplish in their life?” As years become decades and decades become centuries the name fades from the gravestone, the gravestone falls over and falls apart and eventually you are forgotten completely.
We then come upon one particular grave stone that it appears that time has not been kind to, it is not only decayed and filled with lime it is also broken into pieces as though it was smashed over someone’s head.
The Wraith: This particular grave belongs to a Nazi sympathizer named Joseph Kelvy. Kelvy worked as a spy for Germany during the second world war. After Kelvy’s brutal and violent death where he screamed and carried on like a bitch! he was buried here. Years of neglect and vandalism resulted in Kelvy’s fairly recent, less than 100 year old grave falling into such a state of decay. It seems like Kelvy was buried here and forgotten more than a century ago but that really is not the case. All of Kelvy’s friends and relatives are also dead, killed in retaliation for his deeds and no one fucking remembers him or any of them. You have probably never even heard the name or the story before. What’s my point exactly? Well, it’s rather simple, so simple in fact that even many of you simple minded lame brains can easily understand it. There is a man here right now poised to become the “face of FCPW.” I’m so sick of hearing this about this man that all I can think of is mutilating and disfiguring that face until it is in an unrecognizable state. When I’m finished not only will this man be but a shell of his former self, but he’ll be gone and forgotten it will seem like he was never here in the first FUCKING place. I am going to kill his momentum and prevent it from ever getting going before he even knows what hit him. He knows who he is and I know who he is, but he won’t exactly know where or when that I’m going to strike. But long story short, his time in this federation will be brief and uneventful and once it’s over no one will even remember that he was here much less was poised to be the “face of the company.”
The Wraith: I have spoken and consider this your first and only warning... your fate is now sealed.
Fade out.
