Post by scottyadams on Jun 7, 2021 22:50:36 GMT -5
***KOP was simply the first one to fall. The first to learn just what it means to step inside the ring with me and have to own up to your sins. The burdens that weigh you down.***
Korrupt sits alone in isolation. However, the location is not where he had been before. No. He knew that eventually, people would find a means to discover that location. Or at the very least, find something that would give them a hint as to where it may be, so he has moved. This time, he is not alone either.
The same unknown figure as previously sits there. Monitoring him. Trying to pry his way inside of the masked monster's mind. Decipher just what it is what resonates within it, even as the man himself remains deathly silent.
***He thought he could resist. He thought that he would be the one to make me bleed, yet all he did was prove that mentally, he wasn't able to save himself. He couldn't stand when the wave came crashing upon him.***
Small drops of water begin to fall from the ceiling, gently splashing as they hit the concrete. The figure continues to gaze at Korrupt as he slowly rocks back and forth.
Figure- One down. Many more to follow.
Hearing this, Korrupt slightly looks at the figure. His eyes piercing right through the man's own stoic expression.
Figure- What you saw, was merely the beginning of the terror. The anguish. The wave of torment that shall crash through the OPW as the cure takes its hold.
Korrupt shakes his head, as the figure gently nods.
Figure- No, as Korrupt takes his own hold. For you see, it is not the Cure who is using him as a tool, as some people may wish to assume. As those who are foolish enough to spout those words will have you believe. It is he who sees them as his tools. His means of ensuring that everything falls into place.
Finally showing some emotion, Korrupt gently smiles in approval at that correction. For it is the truth, no matter what some people might wish to believe. Or convince themselves of.
***They only think that way, because it is what enables them to deny the truth. To find comfort in the fact that when the shadows creep closer, they are the ones who shall fall into the passage of the abyss.***
His thoughts cascading within him, Korrupt slightly adjusts his body, as the figure stands up. Turning his back in order to continue his little discourse.
Figure- You see, this isn't simply about them. This isn't simply about their desires. No, this is all part of the greater design. The greater process that somebody as feeble as Ricky cannot even hope to comprehend, lest they find themselves wallowing within their own demise. As such, they turn to what gives them comfort. To what they believe shall offer them an escape clause when the time calls for them to pay their penance and confront the very man they fear most.
A slight chill begins entering the room, yet neither Korrupt or the figure seem to pay it much mind. In fact, they almost embrace it and allow it to float around them. Causing people to shudder.
Figure- That is why they attempt to mold the circumstances into their favour. Spout faux stories about how they have something to prove. About how he (pointing to Korrupt) is supposedly nothing more than a puppet. It enables them to diminish what they are confronting. Assuage the fear that resides within them, and attempting to resist the temptation to hide.
A pause.
Figure- Fight the agony that is screaming inside of them. Telling them that they cannot take the fight. The unrelenting chains that burn inside of them any longer.
A gentle laughter leaves the figures lips, as the camera slightly cuts to Korrupt and his cold, meciless expression.
***If only they knew. If only they could understand just what awaits them.***
Korrupt gazes forward, his eyes slowly burning within.
Figure- They talk about what they have supposedly done. The fact they can stand up to anyone, yet they cannot understand that this isn't a mere mortal being that awaits them. That merely standing up to another doesn't impress him. Rather, it makes him laugh.
With that, a cold laughter begins to resonate throughout the air. Hammering home that aspect.
Figure- For all you are to him, is another victim. Another man who found himself encapsulated within the misery. The agony that is Korrupt's awakening. All you can truly hope, is that he decides to show you mercy.
The figure turns his head over his right shoulder, looking at Korrupt before returning his focus straight forward.
Figure- Though mercy is not in his dictionary or vocabulary. Ricky, I'm sorry it has to be you. I'm sorry that you won't be able to live out your dream of being the hero in this tale. Being the man who was able to slay the beast and rescue the princess. You get the drift. For this beast, is simply a bridge too far for you to cross. A level above where you stand within this realm, and the sooner you come to grips with that being the reality.
Another pause, as a gentle breath floats into the air.
Figure- The easier it shall be when you fall down to earth. And come to the realisation that it never truly mattered what you did, for the tune. The song that played at you demise, was the one designed from the start.
The figure slowly walks out of the room, leaving the last image --- at least for now, to be of a cold. Unforgiving Korrupt.
---
You want to know why it is I wear this mask, Ricky. Why it is that I supposedly need to hide myself? The truth is, I don't wear this mask for me. Oh no. I wear this mask to give you an escape route. Something you can cling to, as your life drains away from your eyes. As you are left with nothing but the eternal prison of your thoughts. The misery of having it hit home that it was you that was always the puppet. The one who was sent to dance at the beat of their drum and not I.
I don't do this because they commanded me to. Or because I am merely serving a cause. I do this because it is within my hands. I do this, because it is what I desire. For the Cure are merely the vassal. The cause used in order to spread the message. As much as they might wish they were. As much as they were the ones who allow themselves to vicariously live through me, they are not the messengers. Or the ones who truly hold the key. I am. And this week, you shall have no choice but to see that with your own eyes. Face it. Accept it before it overwhelms you.
Maybe then you can find the rope you desire.
Korrupt sits alone in isolation. However, the location is not where he had been before. No. He knew that eventually, people would find a means to discover that location. Or at the very least, find something that would give them a hint as to where it may be, so he has moved. This time, he is not alone either.
The same unknown figure as previously sits there. Monitoring him. Trying to pry his way inside of the masked monster's mind. Decipher just what it is what resonates within it, even as the man himself remains deathly silent.
***He thought he could resist. He thought that he would be the one to make me bleed, yet all he did was prove that mentally, he wasn't able to save himself. He couldn't stand when the wave came crashing upon him.***
Small drops of water begin to fall from the ceiling, gently splashing as they hit the concrete. The figure continues to gaze at Korrupt as he slowly rocks back and forth.
Figure- One down. Many more to follow.
Hearing this, Korrupt slightly looks at the figure. His eyes piercing right through the man's own stoic expression.
Figure- What you saw, was merely the beginning of the terror. The anguish. The wave of torment that shall crash through the OPW as the cure takes its hold.
Korrupt shakes his head, as the figure gently nods.
Figure- No, as Korrupt takes his own hold. For you see, it is not the Cure who is using him as a tool, as some people may wish to assume. As those who are foolish enough to spout those words will have you believe. It is he who sees them as his tools. His means of ensuring that everything falls into place.
Finally showing some emotion, Korrupt gently smiles in approval at that correction. For it is the truth, no matter what some people might wish to believe. Or convince themselves of.
***They only think that way, because it is what enables them to deny the truth. To find comfort in the fact that when the shadows creep closer, they are the ones who shall fall into the passage of the abyss.***
His thoughts cascading within him, Korrupt slightly adjusts his body, as the figure stands up. Turning his back in order to continue his little discourse.
Figure- You see, this isn't simply about them. This isn't simply about their desires. No, this is all part of the greater design. The greater process that somebody as feeble as Ricky cannot even hope to comprehend, lest they find themselves wallowing within their own demise. As such, they turn to what gives them comfort. To what they believe shall offer them an escape clause when the time calls for them to pay their penance and confront the very man they fear most.
A slight chill begins entering the room, yet neither Korrupt or the figure seem to pay it much mind. In fact, they almost embrace it and allow it to float around them. Causing people to shudder.
Figure- That is why they attempt to mold the circumstances into their favour. Spout faux stories about how they have something to prove. About how he (pointing to Korrupt) is supposedly nothing more than a puppet. It enables them to diminish what they are confronting. Assuage the fear that resides within them, and attempting to resist the temptation to hide.
A pause.
Figure- Fight the agony that is screaming inside of them. Telling them that they cannot take the fight. The unrelenting chains that burn inside of them any longer.
A gentle laughter leaves the figures lips, as the camera slightly cuts to Korrupt and his cold, meciless expression.
***If only they knew. If only they could understand just what awaits them.***
Korrupt gazes forward, his eyes slowly burning within.
Figure- They talk about what they have supposedly done. The fact they can stand up to anyone, yet they cannot understand that this isn't a mere mortal being that awaits them. That merely standing up to another doesn't impress him. Rather, it makes him laugh.
With that, a cold laughter begins to resonate throughout the air. Hammering home that aspect.
Figure- For all you are to him, is another victim. Another man who found himself encapsulated within the misery. The agony that is Korrupt's awakening. All you can truly hope, is that he decides to show you mercy.
The figure turns his head over his right shoulder, looking at Korrupt before returning his focus straight forward.
Figure- Though mercy is not in his dictionary or vocabulary. Ricky, I'm sorry it has to be you. I'm sorry that you won't be able to live out your dream of being the hero in this tale. Being the man who was able to slay the beast and rescue the princess. You get the drift. For this beast, is simply a bridge too far for you to cross. A level above where you stand within this realm, and the sooner you come to grips with that being the reality.
Another pause, as a gentle breath floats into the air.
Figure- The easier it shall be when you fall down to earth. And come to the realisation that it never truly mattered what you did, for the tune. The song that played at you demise, was the one designed from the start.
The figure slowly walks out of the room, leaving the last image --- at least for now, to be of a cold. Unforgiving Korrupt.
---
You want to know why it is I wear this mask, Ricky. Why it is that I supposedly need to hide myself? The truth is, I don't wear this mask for me. Oh no. I wear this mask to give you an escape route. Something you can cling to, as your life drains away from your eyes. As you are left with nothing but the eternal prison of your thoughts. The misery of having it hit home that it was you that was always the puppet. The one who was sent to dance at the beat of their drum and not I.
I don't do this because they commanded me to. Or because I am merely serving a cause. I do this because it is within my hands. I do this, because it is what I desire. For the Cure are merely the vassal. The cause used in order to spread the message. As much as they might wish they were. As much as they were the ones who allow themselves to vicariously live through me, they are not the messengers. Or the ones who truly hold the key. I am. And this week, you shall have no choice but to see that with your own eyes. Face it. Accept it before it overwhelms you.
Maybe then you can find the rope you desire.