Post by blakmajik on Oct 4, 2005 14:45:39 GMT -5
[Thunder booms off in the distance. Lightning can be see streaking over the horizon. Coming closer to a dead city or what some thought was dead. Small scattered lights dimly twinkle in the depths of the city. Some doors are still gated. As unseen eyes peer out as if looking for some movement in the stormy night. The storm moves closer to the city as it starts to sprinkle.
A single street light flickers on Bourbon street followed by another. The street is still stained with mud from the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Large and small animal prints are still embedded in the muck. Something moves in the darkness. The rain now begins to beat heavy in the deserted street. Suddenly lightning strikes the light post sending a shower of sparks everywhere. A cloaked figure moves into the remaining light. His tattered cloak is whipping to and fro in the wind. His head is bowed and a already soaked hood is draped over his face.]
"Great, that's just what this drowning town needs more rain. I'm sorry my city I could not keep the waters back. Not even with all my voodoo spells could I prevent the disaster. I heard you my cousins as we all chanted for protection but to no avail. What, I ask, did we get in return? A destroyed city! A flooded city! A humble city?! Millions of homes destroyed. Many lives lost. Fret not my brothers and sister for I will help rebuild. I will help make it stronger. Not just this city but my magic as well. So that not even mother nature will dare defy my voodoo again! "
[He bends down to pick up some mud and molds it in his hands. Blak Majik whispers into his hands leans over and sets the mud down in front of him on the street. Once again lightning strikes the city this time further down the lonely street. Majik snaps his head up looking deeply down into the blackened street. Suddenly one by one the lights in front of him light up. At the same time as if by some unseen squeegee the mud started to receded into the blackness on the night. He slowly starts to stand up.]
" You know as I look at my city I can't help but think of how the OWF has a lot in common with it. Just as the hurricane tore through the city so did a certain "Boss" tear through the OWF leaving nothing but destruction in his path. Much of the "talent" has deserted the federation, looking for new places to relocate. The same people who run say they don't want to see the collapse of the the federation. Now that it time to hold the levies and try to keep it afloat they bail like cowards!"
[the rain start to slow down to a drizzle and Blak Majik looks up into the sky. His eyes are closed and mouth is wide open. He looks back ahead of him, his hood now off of his face. In the street lights dim his eyes look intense and the skull painted on his face glows bright in the lights. Streaks of water drip down face.]
"Don't act like you didn't hear me. You know who all of you are. Some where in the night you are still stalking lurking in the background. Trying to keep tabs on the OWF. While us that are left continue to rebuild after Hurricane Spiker. Run you pussy's set up your own imaginary federations that won't add up to jack and see that you are not the superstars that you thought you were! Yes I'm talking about you, all of you! I hope my words stir up a fire in you that you haven't felt in years. I hope that you stop running and come to you senses"
[Majik calms down and looks around him. the street and the sidewalk is completely mud free. Majik smiles to himself and starts to shake his cane. Just as the they had turned on the lights start to the go out. The sun starts peaking out from behind the horizon. Before the light reaches Blak Majik, he disappears into whats left of the night. His voice lingers on]
"Just like New Orleans we will rebuild the OWF bigger and better. My only regret is that I never had a chance to fight all of you quitters! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!"
A single street light flickers on Bourbon street followed by another. The street is still stained with mud from the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Large and small animal prints are still embedded in the muck. Something moves in the darkness. The rain now begins to beat heavy in the deserted street. Suddenly lightning strikes the light post sending a shower of sparks everywhere. A cloaked figure moves into the remaining light. His tattered cloak is whipping to and fro in the wind. His head is bowed and a already soaked hood is draped over his face.]
"Great, that's just what this drowning town needs more rain. I'm sorry my city I could not keep the waters back. Not even with all my voodoo spells could I prevent the disaster. I heard you my cousins as we all chanted for protection but to no avail. What, I ask, did we get in return? A destroyed city! A flooded city! A humble city?! Millions of homes destroyed. Many lives lost. Fret not my brothers and sister for I will help rebuild. I will help make it stronger. Not just this city but my magic as well. So that not even mother nature will dare defy my voodoo again! "
[He bends down to pick up some mud and molds it in his hands. Blak Majik whispers into his hands leans over and sets the mud down in front of him on the street. Once again lightning strikes the city this time further down the lonely street. Majik snaps his head up looking deeply down into the blackened street. Suddenly one by one the lights in front of him light up. At the same time as if by some unseen squeegee the mud started to receded into the blackness on the night. He slowly starts to stand up.]
" You know as I look at my city I can't help but think of how the OWF has a lot in common with it. Just as the hurricane tore through the city so did a certain "Boss" tear through the OWF leaving nothing but destruction in his path. Much of the "talent" has deserted the federation, looking for new places to relocate. The same people who run say they don't want to see the collapse of the the federation. Now that it time to hold the levies and try to keep it afloat they bail like cowards!"
[the rain start to slow down to a drizzle and Blak Majik looks up into the sky. His eyes are closed and mouth is wide open. He looks back ahead of him, his hood now off of his face. In the street lights dim his eyes look intense and the skull painted on his face glows bright in the lights. Streaks of water drip down face.]
"Don't act like you didn't hear me. You know who all of you are. Some where in the night you are still stalking lurking in the background. Trying to keep tabs on the OWF. While us that are left continue to rebuild after Hurricane Spiker. Run you pussy's set up your own imaginary federations that won't add up to jack and see that you are not the superstars that you thought you were! Yes I'm talking about you, all of you! I hope my words stir up a fire in you that you haven't felt in years. I hope that you stop running and come to you senses"
[Majik calms down and looks around him. the street and the sidewalk is completely mud free. Majik smiles to himself and starts to shake his cane. Just as the they had turned on the lights start to the go out. The sun starts peaking out from behind the horizon. Before the light reaches Blak Majik, he disappears into whats left of the night. His voice lingers on]
"Just like New Orleans we will rebuild the OWF bigger and better. My only regret is that I never had a chance to fight all of you quitters! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!"