Promo: Another one

[Guest Death by Numbers]

The cameraman Gus is on assignment again as he just points the camera straight ahead into the dark, knowing that Quiet Death is some where in his locker room of pure darkness. A voice is now heard and Gus knows who it is. Quiet Death begins to speak.

 

Spiderman, Superman, Batman, these are figures in a child’s imagination. Not real, stage and presented to a television box from a comic book. Is it supposed to be funny? How can a book of comic become a figure of a child’s imagination and not only that, but adults consider it to be real. Superheroes are fake Death is real.

 

If you want to really talk about Heroes and Villains…then talk about Alexander the Great.

 

David and Goliath.

 

Jesus and the Jews.

 

Talk about these people, known facts that these people are Fiends or Heroes. Death is not a portrait of a man’s imagination, Death is real and it’s right behind your ears when you least expected. There’s no superhero that could detain Death. Death comes when Death wants to. I thought I made myself perfectly cleared that once I got here, situation about these super heroes protecting lives, situations of anyone fighting for their souls that in my eyes are lackluster excuses for life. I will take souls, let it be the easy way or the hard way but I will take souls.

 

Superheroes? Why would I save lives of people that I don’t know, and then take lives of the sinners? That’s a stupid profession, I myself take lives, does not matter if it’s good or evil, I still take lives.

 

Noticed that every superhero has a weakness. Superman is Kryptonite; Batman is because hes human, and Spiderman is feelings. Now lets look at the current so call superhero. Blazenwing is a stupid fool…He will defend a man before defending himself? He will sacrifice what he loves for the sake of another man’s well being, not knowing if later on the line that same man that he help will betrayed him? That’s like believing that George Bush is actually intelligent.

 

Now we have a man who still lives in the 14th century, a man mimicking the so call Robin Hood that will steal from the rich and give to the poor. Beautiful story, it is…but what he fails to realize that Robin Hood was a myth, a story that was told from years to years to little kids showing them not to be greedy and give to the needy. Tryst is his name, a man that builds his domain upon trees, and a man that considers a child a threat to him and calls him a fiend. How can a man like this call himself a…superhero?

 

Noticed that every person I mentioned has flaws, either they’re weak, or there’s something that makes them weak. Superhero they are not, because when it comes down to it, they cannot stop what your God put in this earth, they cannot stop the inevitable. They cannot stop me.

 

You see, these kinds of people Mankind created. Just like they created Narcotics and alcohol they created individuals with delusional efficiency, thinking they are superheroes when they are only mortal, thinking they are capable of doing things of super natural situations. Thinking they can be…God. But you see that’s where they fall flat on their face, because they cannot be God, nor could they ever be God. But just like there’s only one God, there’s only one me.

 

And defying me is like defying God, but you cannot defy me…you cannot escape from me, because I am here and I am there. I am everywhere.

 

Remember one thing…you live to die, and once you’re born you’re dying. And once you start dying I will be right there, because I’m the one who gives you the Warrant.

 

There’s a long moment of silence, which was broken again by Gus

 

What warrant?

 

Death slowly emerges from the darkness, eyes stone cold black as he said:

 

Death.

 

And once again the camera mysteriously gets damaged.

 

End

 

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Uh, right.

 

I'll say it again: This guy is really good, he has a ringer-esque essence to 'em, but you know, could just be a naturally rawkin' newbie, too. Either way, who cares? Great promo, and this guy's sorta kinda startin' to freak me out.

[Guest Freakish_Twist_Of_Fate]

Me = freaked.