Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 16:05:17 GMT -5
“Do you see now? Do you all understand now?”
The darkness is almost blinding, almost. The only sounds were the words Kristoff Michaelson was saying and the soft swing of the light above Kristoff’s head. However the light is barely squeezing through thanks to the camera being below Kristoff, with his hair swinging lazily between his face and the camera. He continues to look into the camera, allowing a mixture of curiosity and smirking to cross his face as he continues…
“Of course not and the reason is ignorance is blinding. The difference between hearing and listening can be the root of all ignorance and High Tide is guilty of this most crucial of sins.” Kristoff’s serious face is cut off by the swallow of his breath. “High Tide, and probably a lot of you people at home, seem to have me confused. I remember standing in that PCW ring and wrenching your putrid face back and pulling on your spine as you BEGGED for me to let go, I remember feeling the tears of pain coolly tumbling down my hands as I allowed your resolve to drip feed from you. You’re clouded vision is humorous to me as the people that follow such deceit. However the humour will be gone, will leave after Trauma and after I leave you weeping at my feet, you will know and you will start to understand. I don’t claim to be a “prophet” or a Messiah, I AM the Messiah, well at least for you High Tide.”
Kristoff turned his head slowly as he continued to look at the camera and allowed his hair to swish from side to side, a smile slowly creeps across his face.
“The fact that someone like you can be even liked by anybody out there fills me with a bile in my soul, a bile that continues to grow with every piece of ignorance that you flaunt stupidly in front of the people that NEED ME! Isis? ISIS? How your prehistoric mind can make some connection from my message to them is beyond anyone’s comprehension but if that is what you think when you see me then that will make your ending all the more easier.” Kristoff stopped moving and allowed his hair to hang still before slowly moving closer to the camera allowing his sick and twisted smile to become ever more prevalent.
“This lesson may be shorter than the rest of my lessons but this week at Trauma, High Tide? You will be sacrificed, you will be the first one true sacrifice in my pursuit to save you all…from your greed and from your ignorance. You are not the first to tell me that I am full of rubbish and you sure as hell will not be the last, so those words don’t affect me. Your cheap ploys to try and illicit a rise by attacking my most loyalist of subjects, was cheap and desperate. Your refusal of my message will wain and before the end of Trauma, you will be destroyed and you will….fail. Run High Tide, run while you still can…”
Kristoff Michaelson’s face bursts into a laugh when what seems to be a glitch causes Kristoff’s face to blur and then disappear from sight as the camera blackens…
The darkness is almost blinding, almost. The only sounds were the words Kristoff Michaelson was saying and the soft swing of the light above Kristoff’s head. However the light is barely squeezing through thanks to the camera being below Kristoff, with his hair swinging lazily between his face and the camera. He continues to look into the camera, allowing a mixture of curiosity and smirking to cross his face as he continues…
“Of course not and the reason is ignorance is blinding. The difference between hearing and listening can be the root of all ignorance and High Tide is guilty of this most crucial of sins.” Kristoff’s serious face is cut off by the swallow of his breath. “High Tide, and probably a lot of you people at home, seem to have me confused. I remember standing in that PCW ring and wrenching your putrid face back and pulling on your spine as you BEGGED for me to let go, I remember feeling the tears of pain coolly tumbling down my hands as I allowed your resolve to drip feed from you. You’re clouded vision is humorous to me as the people that follow such deceit. However the humour will be gone, will leave after Trauma and after I leave you weeping at my feet, you will know and you will start to understand. I don’t claim to be a “prophet” or a Messiah, I AM the Messiah, well at least for you High Tide.”
Kristoff turned his head slowly as he continued to look at the camera and allowed his hair to swish from side to side, a smile slowly creeps across his face.
“The fact that someone like you can be even liked by anybody out there fills me with a bile in my soul, a bile that continues to grow with every piece of ignorance that you flaunt stupidly in front of the people that NEED ME! Isis? ISIS? How your prehistoric mind can make some connection from my message to them is beyond anyone’s comprehension but if that is what you think when you see me then that will make your ending all the more easier.” Kristoff stopped moving and allowed his hair to hang still before slowly moving closer to the camera allowing his sick and twisted smile to become ever more prevalent.
“This lesson may be shorter than the rest of my lessons but this week at Trauma, High Tide? You will be sacrificed, you will be the first one true sacrifice in my pursuit to save you all…from your greed and from your ignorance. You are not the first to tell me that I am full of rubbish and you sure as hell will not be the last, so those words don’t affect me. Your cheap ploys to try and illicit a rise by attacking my most loyalist of subjects, was cheap and desperate. Your refusal of my message will wain and before the end of Trauma, you will be destroyed and you will….fail. Run High Tide, run while you still can…”
Kristoff Michaelson’s face bursts into a laugh when what seems to be a glitch causes Kristoff’s face to blur and then disappear from sight as the camera blackens…