Post by The Chupster on Feb 26, 2006 5:55:17 GMT -5
The Titantron thrums to life. Onscreen is a massive, shadowy figure, shrouded in shadow, impossible to see yet framed by a raging inferno, which he faces. The roar of the fiery tempest swells throughout the arena, until a gravelly voice thunders forth.
Figure: At last, it comes to pass. Damien Callious returns, but so many questions are unanswered. Where do your allegiances lie, "Zodiac Killer"? Are you once more standing by your brother? Do you stand on your own? Or are there more... sinister... plans that you will attempt to bring to fruition?
The figure falls silent for a moment and turns. The muscular frame can be seen in outline, accented by flame, but a cloak shrouds all in black.
Figure: Have you forgotten your brethren, Callous? Would you defend a man who has turned his back on you for the sake of glory time and time again, and leave behind those that have fought at your side? Ah, but you might be asking the same question of me, were our roles reversed. "Where do your allegiances lie?" you would cry out. Would I stand with you? Will I rejoin a past storm, that it might thunder throughout the universe once again? Or with a growing darkness, that will soon come to envelop OCW once more in its dark and cold embrace? Or will I merely stand... alone?
Another pause.
Figure: But I would not tell you, for that would be showing my hand too soon. Continue on your path, Callous... and know that it will be crossed, in one way or another... sooner than you might like.
The figure draws up and with muscular arms, grasps the hood of its cloak. With a swift jerk, it pulls down the hood...
...and with a sharp, echoing hiss, the fire dies, and the Titantron drowns in black.
Figure: At last, it comes to pass. Damien Callious returns, but so many questions are unanswered. Where do your allegiances lie, "Zodiac Killer"? Are you once more standing by your brother? Do you stand on your own? Or are there more... sinister... plans that you will attempt to bring to fruition?
The figure falls silent for a moment and turns. The muscular frame can be seen in outline, accented by flame, but a cloak shrouds all in black.
Figure: Have you forgotten your brethren, Callous? Would you defend a man who has turned his back on you for the sake of glory time and time again, and leave behind those that have fought at your side? Ah, but you might be asking the same question of me, were our roles reversed. "Where do your allegiances lie?" you would cry out. Would I stand with you? Will I rejoin a past storm, that it might thunder throughout the universe once again? Or with a growing darkness, that will soon come to envelop OCW once more in its dark and cold embrace? Or will I merely stand... alone?
Another pause.
Figure: But I would not tell you, for that would be showing my hand too soon. Continue on your path, Callous... and know that it will be crossed, in one way or another... sooner than you might like.
The figure draws up and with muscular arms, grasps the hood of its cloak. With a swift jerk, it pulls down the hood...
...and with a sharp, echoing hiss, the fire dies, and the Titantron drowns in black.
