Promo: "A Regal Violation"

[muzz]

Hunched over the desk, a bitter and spiteful expression written in his eyes and in his lips as they twitch, clasping his hand tightly around the glass in his hand, the Suicide King mutters to himself...

 

 

"They can't do this to me... they can't, and I won't let them..."

 

 

Only sharp rays of light pierce through the blinds, lighting the room only slightly. We see papers scatted across his mahogany desk, contracts marked with an 'X'. King takes each in his hand, reciting their names over and over again, until he comes across a photo of the HVille Thugg, standing tall, the SWF belt wraped around his broad waistline.

 

 

The muttering continues.

 

 

"He's a god damn cripple, and he thinks he can triffle with me? The best there ever was, and ever will be? I rule this damn federation, why must he stick his nose in MY business!? This is MY federation!"

 

 

His hand crushes the paper into a ball, and he flings it across the room, fists still clenched, he pulls himself up from his directors chair and walks to the window, peering through the gaps and out amongst the city.

 

 

Without turning around, he remarks, "... So, you invited yourself here today, claiming you could help me... so, speak up man, what did you have in mind?"

 

 

From the other side of the room, a figure walks out from the shadows, hands clasped behind his back. His upright posture and perfect step indicate his nobility and sophistication. Stopping in front of the desk, the man replies...

 

 

"Oh, don't you worry about that Mr. Applewhite. You will see in time, but trust me, I will not dissapoint."

 

 

A smile breaks over the face of Andrew Blackwell, as King turns around and nods approvingly.

 

 

Andrew peers into his eyes and says, "All you have to do is give me the names."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"...Give me the names...."

[Thoth]

Dude, come on. You can be hell, but don't align with King~

[Above Average]

I like the directness of this promo. I think you do a great job of getting over King's frustration, now that it's set in his mind, that Thugg really rallied the face troops against him. The last line is especially dark and foreboding. Who will join the experiment, when King gives Andrew Blackwell the names. I like plot.

[Edwin MacPhisto]

omg omg it's a war

 

The Experiment takes direction. Whether you've planned this for awhile or just ran with it, my spider-senses say "sweet."

[janusd]

Muzz = teh (Y)

 

May the Experiment come to fruition. And other cryptic crap.

[Guest Suicide King]

Thank goodness for hard-working, dedicated workers like Muzz, here to soothe my troubled brow.