SORRY I'M LATE OGOD DON'T SQUASH ME TIME FLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW
Mar 14, 2016 22:23:54 GMT -5
Cory Steel, Eira, and 1 more like this
Post by =Q= on Mar 14, 2016 22:23:54 GMT -5
Time's up.
Everybody has already made their decisions about what's gonna happen. And really, I brought it on myself. I let it go too long, didn't say anything ...
Leaving people looking for comments or responses and I didn't give you anything. I'm probably going to regret not saying my piece now, so I'm gonna say my piece. Now. Crunch time be darned.
Here's the dealio:
Jury wants to hit me. A lot. He wants to take something I just won, he wants to prove his dominance and his importance as the Greatest Underground King of ever. Everyone is looking for a place to belong, man. Tick tock, tick tock. Tiiiiiiiiiime ain’t on our side, Jury. It’s coming really quick where we lace up our boots and go to town. Split-decision, half for you and half for me. The dominant former champion looking to reclaim his glory and the perennial underdog, trapped in a world where he shouldn’t really be but somehow through pluck and verve has managed to carve out a niche.
Q smiles softly, his fingertips tracing over the gold ... gleaming in the daylight. The sun is rapidly setting, bring on the night. Quiet and serene, good and decent people scurrying to find shelter and warmth where the less-reputable denizens of the city are just waking to their nocturnal business.
Must burn you, eh Jury? Knowing that *I’M* the one representing your stomping grounds. Your turf. YOUR home field. Must chap you something fierce, man. I know. I know you don’t want me here. Maaaaaaaaaan, don’t you get it? No one wants me ANYwhere. Everyone’s all tangled up in their own heads and I’m just shuffling around, trying to give people a way out. To say ‘Hey brother, hey sister ... I don’t CARE what’s going on in your head because I love you! You’re a fellow soul trying to get back home, get back to that big ol’ Zero and I’m standing right there WITH you!’
I’m not opposing you. I’m not standing in opposition to you, I AM NOT AGAINST YOU. I’m with you, man. I’m with you ... and if you have to beat me silly to prove some point about you being awesome, then so be it. I’m not gonna stand against you. You do what you do, that voodoo you do SO well ... and I’m going to defend myself. I’m going to defend myself and hopefully everyone is gonna understand what I’ve been saying all ALONG. So beat me up, Jury.
Go ahead if you can.
I don’t deserve this belt, everyone says the same thing eeeeeeeeeevery day. That I don’t belong here, that I don’t belong there. Maybe that’s why I disappear from your television screens so often, my friends. Because you don’t know what to do with me, you don’t how to react to someone who just wants to show any sliver of kindness. Respect. And you keep your distance. No one’s that nice, no one’s that friendly you cry! And that’s the real shame, isn’t it? That anyone shows you respect or is any kind of polite to you and you SHY AWAY FROM IT! It ... it BOGGLES me that it’s gotten that bad! I mean ... I’m not gonna change your mind by just talking. Talk the talk ...
... and walk that walk.
Go ahead, Jury. Prove your point. I’m all for a good roundabout, good for competition. But this? This ain’t competition, brother. This is just sublimating primal needs since there’s not any REAL outlet to express violent tendencies in the modern day. You wanna compete? I’ll run circles around darn near anybody. But hurting someone? Count me OUT.
I’ve had it with being hooked into some Pure Class Fight Club.
Beat me if you can, Jury, ... but please ... just lemme leave and escape this madness. You can have the prison cell.
... I wanna see the sun again ...
Everybody has already made their decisions about what's gonna happen. And really, I brought it on myself. I let it go too long, didn't say anything ...
Leaving people looking for comments or responses and I didn't give you anything. I'm probably going to regret not saying my piece now, so I'm gonna say my piece. Now. Crunch time be darned.
Here's the dealio:
Jury wants to hit me. A lot. He wants to take something I just won, he wants to prove his dominance and his importance as the Greatest Underground King of ever. Everyone is looking for a place to belong, man. Tick tock, tick tock. Tiiiiiiiiiime ain’t on our side, Jury. It’s coming really quick where we lace up our boots and go to town. Split-decision, half for you and half for me. The dominant former champion looking to reclaim his glory and the perennial underdog, trapped in a world where he shouldn’t really be but somehow through pluck and verve has managed to carve out a niche.
Q smiles softly, his fingertips tracing over the gold ... gleaming in the daylight. The sun is rapidly setting, bring on the night. Quiet and serene, good and decent people scurrying to find shelter and warmth where the less-reputable denizens of the city are just waking to their nocturnal business.
Must burn you, eh Jury? Knowing that *I’M* the one representing your stomping grounds. Your turf. YOUR home field. Must chap you something fierce, man. I know. I know you don’t want me here. Maaaaaaaaaan, don’t you get it? No one wants me ANYwhere. Everyone’s all tangled up in their own heads and I’m just shuffling around, trying to give people a way out. To say ‘Hey brother, hey sister ... I don’t CARE what’s going on in your head because I love you! You’re a fellow soul trying to get back home, get back to that big ol’ Zero and I’m standing right there WITH you!’
I’m not opposing you. I’m not standing in opposition to you, I AM NOT AGAINST YOU. I’m with you, man. I’m with you ... and if you have to beat me silly to prove some point about you being awesome, then so be it. I’m not gonna stand against you. You do what you do, that voodoo you do SO well ... and I’m going to defend myself. I’m going to defend myself and hopefully everyone is gonna understand what I’ve been saying all ALONG. So beat me up, Jury.
Go ahead if you can.
I don’t deserve this belt, everyone says the same thing eeeeeeeeeevery day. That I don’t belong here, that I don’t belong there. Maybe that’s why I disappear from your television screens so often, my friends. Because you don’t know what to do with me, you don’t how to react to someone who just wants to show any sliver of kindness. Respect. And you keep your distance. No one’s that nice, no one’s that friendly you cry! And that’s the real shame, isn’t it? That anyone shows you respect or is any kind of polite to you and you SHY AWAY FROM IT! It ... it BOGGLES me that it’s gotten that bad! I mean ... I’m not gonna change your mind by just talking. Talk the talk ...
... and walk that walk.
Go ahead, Jury. Prove your point. I’m all for a good roundabout, good for competition. But this? This ain’t competition, brother. This is just sublimating primal needs since there’s not any REAL outlet to express violent tendencies in the modern day. You wanna compete? I’ll run circles around darn near anybody. But hurting someone? Count me OUT.
I’ve had it with being hooked into some Pure Class Fight Club.
Beat me if you can, Jury, ... but please ... just lemme leave and escape this madness. You can have the prison cell.
... I wanna see the sun again ...
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