Post by The Anarchist on Nov 6, 2016 17:09:57 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
Hail tothe Chief Your Lord.
Michael, Michael, Michael. You really have to search the depths of your emptied soul and ask one question.
Was it worth it?
Our paths didn’t have to cross in this manner, but...well, you reap what you sow. You shouldn’t have mettled in something greater than you, Showtime. When I speak the word, you can believe that I mean it. It’s not something you’ll find in a book of fairy tales. I am the darkness and light that the faithful turn to. I am the herder of those sheep who have lost their way following the masses on Sunday morning. To imposters like yourself, I’m viewed as an evil entity. WE are viewed as a source of...what was the term I heard used, manipulation? That’s cute.
I once was lost, but now am found, Michael. When those busted knees of yours heal, kneel beside your bed and pray. Pray to Seromine, Michael. Pray to us, Pray to Salvation. After making you submit, you should accept me as your Lord and Savior. But with yet another name fallen, the next challenge brings a trio…
A corrupt pirate with a compass for fortune, debauchery and lust.
A bipolar harlot with immaturity issues and a fear of enclosed spaces.
And a glorified stand in because the REAL Nathan Saniti is so beaten and broken that he can’t wheel himself out to be properly finished off.
And on the winning side of things:
The reigning North American champion with such a propensity for violence, that her matches should just go ahead and be non-sanctioned.
And the TRUE pillar of PCW. A man with an untouchable legend who no doubt will be angry about losing his title.
I like our chances, sinners. Speaking of them actually reminds me of a rhyme I should teach my children.
Nathan and Kelli sitting in a tree, holding hands as they become history. First comes bruises. Then comes breaks. Then comes crucifying them with metal stakes.
Only this time when we get them on the cross, there won’t be anyone around to put out the fire. Burn. Babies. Burn.
Trust Thy Leader
The followers were called to mass inside of the barn. Two rows of four were put together with supplies stolen from the hardware store previously visited. The shop had been a staple in town, but with no one there to run it and questions going without any answers, it had fallen into the hands of Salvation (another question for another time). The same podium used on the previous trauma was centered in front, with an Owl seal affixed to the center. Ten candles lined in the back in an arching pattern. Propped directly in front of them were makeshift wicker scarecrows of Hide Tide, N. Saniti and Kelli Starr, each one crudely dressed to reflect. Like the actual people in the roles, they looked ridiculous.
Seromine comes inside, hand in hand with Destiny as the followers rise to their feet and bow their heads down. Neither are wearing their masks, but are dressed for the occasion. Seromine leads her to her seat before approaching the trio. Following a scoff, he turns around to face his followers.
“Please sit brothers and sisters.” Seromine requests, watching them do just that. “Today is the start of a new day and a new direction for us all! This past Trauma brought yet another WIN AGAINST SIN, as we struck down the pseudo-President!”
PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!
“Proverbs chapter twenty-eight, verse twenty-six says ‘Those who trust in themselves are fools, but those who walk in wisdom are kept safe’ and this is something I can’t stress enough to each of you. My wife and I were talking before bed last night about how we came to save you. How thankful we were to be blessed with the power to do such a thing. From your follies to the betrayal of society against you, you chose to follow my word to safety from such meaningless matters!”
Seromine looked overcome with emotion, pausing for effect long enough to step aside and really ponder the strength of the verse. A reprisal of praise was enough to bring him by his followers, to reach out and take them by the hand. Down the line he offered a hug and kiss on the head, letting them know how much he appreciated them. Seromine shared the same look of pride that Destiny projected as he returned to his spot.
“All is a complete LOSS with my opponents on the next Trauma. They are incapable of restraint from the very vices that lead them down that nasty road of peril. THEY are the very fools Proverbs talked about. THEY are the trio of filth I warn against, my loyal followers. Even if they could be saved from their wicked ways, they deserve nothing less than strong condemnation. THEY ALL DO! I’ve heard those tongues speak, and oh my how vile the language is. Sins have a way of corrupting the souls of fools. That very theme seems to be rampant amongst the ranks of PCW.”
BLIND!
LOST!
“Yes! Yes they are, and this is why I have been placed in a position to do something about it. Why WE have been shown their eventual fates. You see, each one of them is flawed by the original sin. They reject us all and because of such, are free to partake in their tainted ways. THEY are but just a small sample of what the enemy purports to do against us. As long as they occupy a ring, as long as people like them are allowed to walk freely, we will always have a constant threat to our way of life!”
Seromine turns and grabs a candle. He faces each of the wicker-crows and yells, “YOUR SINS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!” before lighting each one of them on fire. The candle is then placed back in it’s holder as Seromine leads everyone to turn their backs so to not give them any power. In a single file line, the group is led out of the barn and into the groves where they reach the Eternal Flame in the center of it all. Per custom, a circle is formed around it.
“What is to become of them, my lord?” asks Effix with her child voice squeaking out from under her Rabbit mask.
“Exactly what you just saw, child. And it’s what deserves to be done. They pervert the minds of the faithful in a foolish attempt to turn them against us.”
Effix bursts into glee as she takes Lylyth’s hands, pulling her up and down in a jumping motion. “We get to burn the sinners! We get to burn the sinners!” she squeals to her sister. Seromine and Destiny side-eye one another, amused by the exuberance.
“We have been gifted the partnership of two brutes to help combat against them. Brother Phinehas and Sister Alexandra are most worthy and come with reputations that speak volumes. I have the utmost confidence that we will prevail like we should have at Two-hundred. The three of us have no problems getting our hands dirty if that’s what it takes. But that is in the future. Today is what we have and what we are about to have, is a little game of trust. So Destiny, if you would be so kind to make sure the effigies are put out and bring the surprise...”
Destiny gives a nod and leaves the scene. The followers look around at one another, unsure what Seromine meant by surprise. Before they can even ask about it, he assures that it’s nothing to worry about as he looks up to the green hued sky with it’s sugar white clouds passing by. Destiny soon returns with a burlap sack in hand. It’s weighted down by something, but anyone’s guess as it what it is. Seromine mouths the words “thank you” the item is passed off.
“If you have trust in your heart, you’ll pass this test.” Seromine’s tone ventures off from energetic to serious “If you have sin...”
He opens the bag and looks inside. He studies whatever rests within before slowly shifting his eyes up, shooting a cold glare to the masked followers, “You’ll be buried where you stand. Effix you’re up first.”
She walks over, looking at Seromine and then the bag. His demeanor hasn’t changed one iota. Destiny stands to her side, waiting for the order to be followed. Just as she’s about to put her hand inside, Seromine stops her. “I trust you” he says with a smile. “I trust each and every one of you.”
Destiny begins laughing as her husband reaches inside and pulls out his International Title. “Sin can never enter your hearts. They belong to me. WE are Salvation and together, WE shall strike down each and every single enemy.”
PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!
“Praise Salvation. We are the way.”
Hail to
Michael, Michael, Michael. You really have to search the depths of your emptied soul and ask one question.
Was it worth it?
Our paths didn’t have to cross in this manner, but...well, you reap what you sow. You shouldn’t have mettled in something greater than you, Showtime. When I speak the word, you can believe that I mean it. It’s not something you’ll find in a book of fairy tales. I am the darkness and light that the faithful turn to. I am the herder of those sheep who have lost their way following the masses on Sunday morning. To imposters like yourself, I’m viewed as an evil entity. WE are viewed as a source of...what was the term I heard used, manipulation? That’s cute.
I once was lost, but now am found, Michael. When those busted knees of yours heal, kneel beside your bed and pray. Pray to Seromine, Michael. Pray to us, Pray to Salvation. After making you submit, you should accept me as your Lord and Savior. But with yet another name fallen, the next challenge brings a trio…
A corrupt pirate with a compass for fortune, debauchery and lust.
A bipolar harlot with immaturity issues and a fear of enclosed spaces.
And a glorified stand in because the REAL Nathan Saniti is so beaten and broken that he can’t wheel himself out to be properly finished off.
And on the winning side of things:
The reigning North American champion with such a propensity for violence, that her matches should just go ahead and be non-sanctioned.
And the TRUE pillar of PCW. A man with an untouchable legend who no doubt will be angry about losing his title.
I like our chances, sinners. Speaking of them actually reminds me of a rhyme I should teach my children.
Nathan and Kelli sitting in a tree, holding hands as they become history. First comes bruises. Then comes breaks. Then comes crucifying them with metal stakes.
Only this time when we get them on the cross, there won’t be anyone around to put out the fire. Burn. Babies. Burn.
Trust Thy Leader
The followers were called to mass inside of the barn. Two rows of four were put together with supplies stolen from the hardware store previously visited. The shop had been a staple in town, but with no one there to run it and questions going without any answers, it had fallen into the hands of Salvation (another question for another time). The same podium used on the previous trauma was centered in front, with an Owl seal affixed to the center. Ten candles lined in the back in an arching pattern. Propped directly in front of them were makeshift wicker scarecrows of Hide Tide, N. Saniti and Kelli Starr, each one crudely dressed to reflect. Like the actual people in the roles, they looked ridiculous.
Seromine comes inside, hand in hand with Destiny as the followers rise to their feet and bow their heads down. Neither are wearing their masks, but are dressed for the occasion. Seromine leads her to her seat before approaching the trio. Following a scoff, he turns around to face his followers.
“Please sit brothers and sisters.” Seromine requests, watching them do just that. “Today is the start of a new day and a new direction for us all! This past Trauma brought yet another WIN AGAINST SIN, as we struck down the pseudo-President!”
PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!
“Proverbs chapter twenty-eight, verse twenty-six says ‘Those who trust in themselves are fools, but those who walk in wisdom are kept safe’ and this is something I can’t stress enough to each of you. My wife and I were talking before bed last night about how we came to save you. How thankful we were to be blessed with the power to do such a thing. From your follies to the betrayal of society against you, you chose to follow my word to safety from such meaningless matters!”
Seromine looked overcome with emotion, pausing for effect long enough to step aside and really ponder the strength of the verse. A reprisal of praise was enough to bring him by his followers, to reach out and take them by the hand. Down the line he offered a hug and kiss on the head, letting them know how much he appreciated them. Seromine shared the same look of pride that Destiny projected as he returned to his spot.
“All is a complete LOSS with my opponents on the next Trauma. They are incapable of restraint from the very vices that lead them down that nasty road of peril. THEY are the very fools Proverbs talked about. THEY are the trio of filth I warn against, my loyal followers. Even if they could be saved from their wicked ways, they deserve nothing less than strong condemnation. THEY ALL DO! I’ve heard those tongues speak, and oh my how vile the language is. Sins have a way of corrupting the souls of fools. That very theme seems to be rampant amongst the ranks of PCW.”
BLIND!
LOST!
“Yes! Yes they are, and this is why I have been placed in a position to do something about it. Why WE have been shown their eventual fates. You see, each one of them is flawed by the original sin. They reject us all and because of such, are free to partake in their tainted ways. THEY are but just a small sample of what the enemy purports to do against us. As long as they occupy a ring, as long as people like them are allowed to walk freely, we will always have a constant threat to our way of life!”
Seromine turns and grabs a candle. He faces each of the wicker-crows and yells, “YOUR SINS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!” before lighting each one of them on fire. The candle is then placed back in it’s holder as Seromine leads everyone to turn their backs so to not give them any power. In a single file line, the group is led out of the barn and into the groves where they reach the Eternal Flame in the center of it all. Per custom, a circle is formed around it.
“What is to become of them, my lord?” asks Effix with her child voice squeaking out from under her Rabbit mask.
“Exactly what you just saw, child. And it’s what deserves to be done. They pervert the minds of the faithful in a foolish attempt to turn them against us.”
Effix bursts into glee as she takes Lylyth’s hands, pulling her up and down in a jumping motion. “We get to burn the sinners! We get to burn the sinners!” she squeals to her sister. Seromine and Destiny side-eye one another, amused by the exuberance.
“We have been gifted the partnership of two brutes to help combat against them. Brother Phinehas and Sister Alexandra are most worthy and come with reputations that speak volumes. I have the utmost confidence that we will prevail like we should have at Two-hundred. The three of us have no problems getting our hands dirty if that’s what it takes. But that is in the future. Today is what we have and what we are about to have, is a little game of trust. So Destiny, if you would be so kind to make sure the effigies are put out and bring the surprise...”
Destiny gives a nod and leaves the scene. The followers look around at one another, unsure what Seromine meant by surprise. Before they can even ask about it, he assures that it’s nothing to worry about as he looks up to the green hued sky with it’s sugar white clouds passing by. Destiny soon returns with a burlap sack in hand. It’s weighted down by something, but anyone’s guess as it what it is. Seromine mouths the words “thank you” the item is passed off.
“If you have trust in your heart, you’ll pass this test.” Seromine’s tone ventures off from energetic to serious “If you have sin...”
He opens the bag and looks inside. He studies whatever rests within before slowly shifting his eyes up, shooting a cold glare to the masked followers, “You’ll be buried where you stand. Effix you’re up first.”
She walks over, looking at Seromine and then the bag. His demeanor hasn’t changed one iota. Destiny stands to her side, waiting for the order to be followed. Just as she’s about to put her hand inside, Seromine stops her. “I trust you” he says with a smile. “I trust each and every one of you.”
Destiny begins laughing as her husband reaches inside and pulls out his International Title. “Sin can never enter your hearts. They belong to me. WE are Salvation and together, WE shall strike down each and every single enemy.”
PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!
“Praise Salvation. We are the way.”