Promo: return of a madman

[Guest Natural_Born_Killer]

:::Light is all that fills the room, that seconds ago was engulfed in darkness a plain white room and in that room sits a small table and on that table sits nothing. One thing keeps this room from being just a plain white room with a table in it and that’s the huge door that sits behind the table. As the camera slowly fades back away from the door it opens and in walks a familiar face, a face that hasn't been seen in theses parts in a long time. The face of a warrior, the face of someone who has went through hell and came out on top, but that face doesn't have a smile or even an angered look on it. A cold, blank stare no emotions cross the man's face, the look in his eyes shows the pain and the torment that he has suffered through his life. A simple glance into the eyes of a man, can teach you so much, the pain that he has suffered through their life, the feelings that are hidden deep within the soul. In that man's right hand he grasps a sledgehammer that he lays down on the table. The man reaches under the table and he pulls out a stool that must have been sitting there, the entire time. Well the figure sits down at the table and he places his sledgehammer down on the table. As the camera zooms up to the figures face:::

 

As I look up at the camera then down at the table the pain, the fear, the anger and the sadness all rush back to me, these only being a few of the emotions that I feel. The pain my problem, the anger un-controllable, the fear just another problem and the sadness something I don't understand, something that I can't believe. "What's wrong with me?" is the question I ask myself time and time again, wondering what I did wrong, what I have done to deserve this torture this torment, this pain and anguish. "My problems, my pain undeserving, un-needed. I made mistakes in the past, but I'm ready for the future, I'm willing to change, I'm willing to do the right thing." As I look down at my sledgehammer it seems to look back up at me, with a look that makes you feel like nothing else means jack shit. The exact sledgehammer that allowed me to crack skulls time and time again, the satisfaction that this sledgehammer brought me as victims like Marcus Thundahr, Mike Van Siclen, Kojack all felt the wrath of my anger all felt the mighty blast of my sledgehammer. Some on more then one occasion and others just once, but the memories that this one single piece of destruction has brought me are outstanding. The path of destruction that I have waged as I continued on my one year war on not only the JL but on myself.

 

Now all I wonder is what I have done wrong along my path, what I’ve done wrong in my life, where did I go wrong? “How did I get this f***ed up? How could one man make so many mistakes? How could one man, take something so pure and turn it into pure evil?” I have done what few can do, what few would want to do. Well something has to change, something needs to be done, because I can’t take this much more, I can’t take the pain and suffering. “My life, my legacy, you can’t change the past but you can change the presence!” Will I have strength? Will I have the power?

 

I look up and around the room for the final time before I lift my sledgehammer up and stand up from my chair and I walk out of the room as the camera slowly follows me into the living area, above my fire place a raise the sledgehammer and I put it into the case that sits atop the fire place. I lock up the sledgehammer and walk into the kitchen where a large box sits on the counter, I walk up to the box and open it removing a brand new sledgehammer. “I swung my last sledgehammer for vengeance but now I swing my sledgehammer for justice, I swing it for me I swing it to set the wrongs of everyone who has suffered the same pain, anger and problems I have felt.” As I say this I know that someday, I will bring my sledgehammer of evil out of retirement and I will wreak havoc on the entire world that stands in front of me.

 

:::Fades to Black:::

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

What a Payne in the ass!  Bwa ha ha.

 

I like any return that involves sledgehammers, a lack thereof, and the promise of sledgehammers in the future...

[Guest]

Yeah!! Alright!! Tuppper back in da house!!