Post by hazeone on Oct 14, 2009 15:38:13 GMT -5
The camera fades in to see Carnivore in the cTn locker room. He looks at the matches set up for the night and gains a small smile for his efforts. He then mutters the name of one of the contestants as he crumbles up the paper and tosses it to the side.
"Sorrow."
He stands up and looks around and grabs a shred of glass from his locker and looks at it.
"Dear Sorrow, you think our macabre dance of despair is over, yet we still trample onwards to the end of the plain that corrodes our skin like flesh to an iron. However, this dance decides the fate of who runs the next show. Well, you will not be in control, nor will OCW or this NPGW. cTn will be the ones to run the show. I need to make a mark in this place as a representative of cTn, and the skin that makes the face of sorrow will do just fine as a trophy."
At that moment, he hears the door open beside him.
"Sorrow."
He stands up and looks around and grabs a shred of glass from his locker and looks at it.
"Dear Sorrow, you think our macabre dance of despair is over, yet we still trample onwards to the end of the plain that corrodes our skin like flesh to an iron. However, this dance decides the fate of who runs the next show. Well, you will not be in control, nor will OCW or this NPGW. cTn will be the ones to run the show. I need to make a mark in this place as a representative of cTn, and the skin that makes the face of sorrow will do just fine as a trophy."
At that moment, he hears the door open beside him.
