Post by wwjbcd on Sept 14, 2014 4:06:08 GMT
"I've been walkin', I've been walkin', I've been walkin' for a very... very... VERY long time!"
Where is this? W h e r e are we? It's dim. The deathly pale dimness of fluorescent lights on their last legs. Leaking. Well, dripping. Leaky pipes. Cobwebs. Dust. Possibly rats scurrying around fe
et. No? Yes, there's one. One? Many. Dampness. The voice echos, tired and fed up. Much energy is felt behind the words, but they are weary all the same.
"I walked all th' way from Portland... to Carson - where I thought job stability was assured fer sure... to Kansas City - only ta find what I was lookin' for abandoned... and now... NOW... here I AM, you lucky people!"
Each word represented thousands of steps - mostly on foot - from one part of The United States of America to a completely different landscape. One that prefers the west coast, the rain, the ocean, the sand. Now, he's bee
n spotted in th
e south... THE South.
"WHYYYYY do ya make me walk so much, HUH?! Do ya take PLEASURE in seein' me suffer? Well, I guess I can't get mad at that, 'cuz I'D DO THE SAME!!!"
Footsteps. Oh, how they echo! How that dull sound resonates through your ears, fills your minds, and haunts your dreams! Who? What? When? Where? Why? HOW?!
"Who am I?"
They grow louder... louder... LOUDER! Louder still!! A f o r m begins to manifest itself, emerging through the shadows, but not yet recognizable. Large. Primordial. Like primitive man resurfacing tens of thousands of years later, in a world that is not theirs, a world they cannot understand, and must thus lash out at. Confused. Angry. Resentful. VENGEFUL!
"I'm th' man that was on top - on TOP - of th' world, six years ago. SIX YEARS AGO! It feels like an eternity, man! And then, this guy promises me th' world - just this year!!! - but SOME LEGACY! Then I felt a voice callin' out ta me from the East - NUTHIN'!! I wasn't happy, kids! Not happy at all!"
The question still remains
unanswered. The form moves forward again, and more features can be seen: wild hair. Monstrous frame. Bare-chested. BIG boots.
"Someone told me, go South! Go South!!! So South I went, and LOOK AT ME NOW!!"
He moves towards us some more. Not even the dying lights can keep the secret safe for much longer!
"Who am I?!"
The lights flicker, but the man before us shines through. The man before us is a force to be reckoned with. The man looking at us, locking eyes with each and every one of us, boring eyes primordial albeit shining with intelligence into our very souls. We shudder. We tremble. We fear, for we know who this is. Not a man insomuch as he is a force of nature.
"I'm 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider, and I'm TAKIN' what I want from now on! RWD? I like those letters in th' way they're ordered! I think I'll take THEM! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
He then lunges for the camera, which abruptlyhas its feed cut, unearthly screeching paired with the swirling mass of chaos that is the black and white television snow the ************~**********on*********~*****ly thing****~****s you c****~************an hear an****~**d see resp*******~***********ectively now.
Where is this? W h e r e are we? It's dim. The deathly pale dimness of fluorescent lights on their last legs. Leaking. Well, dripping. Leaky pipes. Cobwebs. Dust. Possibly rats scurrying around fe
et. No? Yes, there's one. One? Many. Dampness. The voice echos, tired and fed up. Much energy is felt behind the words, but they are weary all the same.
"I walked all th' way from Portland... to Carson - where I thought job stability was assured fer sure... to Kansas City - only ta find what I was lookin' for abandoned... and now... NOW... here I AM, you lucky people!"
Each word represented thousands of steps - mostly on foot - from one part of The United States of America to a completely different landscape. One that prefers the west coast, the rain, the ocean, the sand. Now, he's bee
n spotted in th
e south... THE South.
"WHYYYYY do ya make me walk so much, HUH?! Do ya take PLEASURE in seein' me suffer? Well, I guess I can't get mad at that, 'cuz I'D DO THE SAME!!!"
Footsteps. Oh, how they echo! How that dull sound resonates through your ears, fills your minds, and haunts your dreams! Who? What? When? Where? Why? HOW?!
"Who am I?"
They grow louder... louder... LOUDER! Louder still!! A f o r m begins to manifest itself, emerging through the shadows, but not yet recognizable. Large. Primordial. Like primitive man resurfacing tens of thousands of years later, in a world that is not theirs, a world they cannot understand, and must thus lash out at. Confused. Angry. Resentful. VENGEFUL!
"I'm th' man that was on top - on TOP - of th' world, six years ago. SIX YEARS AGO! It feels like an eternity, man! And then, this guy promises me th' world - just this year!!! - but SOME LEGACY! Then I felt a voice callin' out ta me from the East - NUTHIN'!! I wasn't happy, kids! Not happy at all!"
The question still remains
unanswered. The form moves forward again, and more features can be seen: wild hair. Monstrous frame. Bare-chested. BIG boots.
"Someone told me, go South! Go South!!! So South I went, and LOOK AT ME NOW!!"
He moves towards us some more. Not even the dying lights can keep the secret safe for much longer!
"Who am I?!"
The lights flicker, but the man before us shines through. The man before us is a force to be reckoned with. The man looking at us, locking eyes with each and every one of us, boring eyes primordial albeit shining with intelligence into our very souls. We shudder. We tremble. We fear, for we know who this is. Not a man insomuch as he is a force of nature.
"I'm 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider, and I'm TAKIN' what I want from now on! RWD? I like those letters in th' way they're ordered! I think I'll take THEM! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
He then lunges for the camera, which abruptly
THE END.
so quickly so sad!
