Post by blakmajik on Oct 18, 2005 12:31:09 GMT -5
The scene opens up with a close up of Blak Majik his hood covering his whole face.
"As I left the Super dome a bloodied mess, my head hung low, my thoughts kept shifting to the moment that that little PUKE of an announcer decided to get involved. He obviously has no idea what it means to disturb my plans. I reached up and touched the wide open gash, felt the warm blood drip off my finger tips. Then do you know what I did? Do you? I laughed! P-nut you have decided your fate by your actions. Oh no P-nut you're not worth me putting my hands on you. Do you know whats best of all? Guess! That I don't have to!"
It then sounds like he shook his cane. Smoke rises from the inside of the hood. Faintly voodoo drums are playing.
"The EMP are rolling along gathering steam, soon they will be a force to be reckoned with. Everything is going along as foreseen. Except one thing. Once it happens there will be no turning back. Something very wicked this very way comes. The drums whisper things in the night. Things that no doubt will shake the OFW. Enough of this for now. I have other matters to attend to"
The camera pans out. Blak Majik is sitting in a clearing. The moon is full and bright. There is some type of symbol drawn on the ground underneath him. The beat of the drums gets louder echoing off the night air. Hundreds of little lights surround this place of refuge and begin to pulsate. The smoke emanating from the hood slowly starts to creep its way over Blak Majik. After it completely covers him, it disappears taking Blak Majik with it.
***** **The camera fades to black****************
"As I left the Super dome a bloodied mess, my head hung low, my thoughts kept shifting to the moment that that little PUKE of an announcer decided to get involved. He obviously has no idea what it means to disturb my plans. I reached up and touched the wide open gash, felt the warm blood drip off my finger tips. Then do you know what I did? Do you? I laughed! P-nut you have decided your fate by your actions. Oh no P-nut you're not worth me putting my hands on you. Do you know whats best of all? Guess! That I don't have to!"
It then sounds like he shook his cane. Smoke rises from the inside of the hood. Faintly voodoo drums are playing.
"The EMP are rolling along gathering steam, soon they will be a force to be reckoned with. Everything is going along as foreseen. Except one thing. Once it happens there will be no turning back. Something very wicked this very way comes. The drums whisper things in the night. Things that no doubt will shake the OFW. Enough of this for now. I have other matters to attend to"
The camera pans out. Blak Majik is sitting in a clearing. The moon is full and bright. There is some type of symbol drawn on the ground underneath him. The beat of the drums gets louder echoing off the night air. Hundreds of little lights surround this place of refuge and begin to pulsate. The smoke emanating from the hood slowly starts to creep its way over Blak Majik. After it completely covers him, it disappears taking Blak Majik with it.
***** **The camera fades to black****************