Post by LeKKter tha Lunatik on Jul 2, 2013 12:25:40 GMT -5
Fade in. As the cameras slowly fade into the scene, you notice you are in an onld, dingy veteran's hall. The hall is dusty and smoke filled and crowded with people, watching onwards towards the stage in front of them. On the stage is an empty podium. The stage remains the same for a moment, until a figure appears amongst the smoky haze, walking towards the podium. The figure stops at the podium, and steps to it, facing the crowd. As he does this, the cameras gets a glimpse of the man at the podium....
LeKKter tha LunatiK steps through the smoke, and embraces the crowd with a looks of frustration across his face. He begins speaking...
"The nerve of some people...
"Ladies and Gentlemen--my devoted myrmidons of the faithful congregation, I have brought you all here today, because I am upset. I am upset at the way we are treated on a daily, monthly and annual basis by the majority of society; how we are looked upon....and judged with such a blind eye...categorized as wretches, seen as a threat to their 'purity.' Just because we follow the beats of a different drum, these condescending sons-of-bitches see us as a problem. An INFERIOR problem. Like we were nothing more than scraps, with the only way seen fit as to handle us is to toss us aside and away. And the fact that we have been able to come together as one whole unit--a thing many of us are new to, as we have been dealt with a lifetime of the blackend sheep labeling--only makes them grit their teeth even tighter; it makes their blood boil to a roll. They hate it...and they hate US. They want to try and eliminate us; exfoliate the 'dirt' and 'grime'--rip out the deeply rooted black heads from the 'fair' complexion that makes up the face that is THEIR society...
"They are trying to ERASE us....erase ME!
"The NERVE of some people..."
The crowd follows along with LeKKter's words as they murmur in agreement.
"That's right! There are people--right outside THESE doors--that want to ACTUALLY ATTEMPT to be our OPPOSITON, simply based on the LOVE in which we have for EACHOTHER--THE LOVE!! Ain't that something? We still have our daily jobs and what have you, correct? We still pay our taxes, right?"
The crowd begins to reply in a unison of, although LeKKter's statement seemed to have fallen upon slight tones of disagreement and distance throughout the crowd. LeKKter smiles and lets out a slight chuckle before continuing...
"Well, SOME of us pay our taxes, BUT we're working on it, RIGHT!?!"
The crowd replies with another "yes." This time around, the crowd agrees more wholeheardtedly, followed by a couple of snickers throughout. LeKKter lowers his head at the podium he is standing at. His dreadlocks hang over the top of it, and dangle alongslide the podium's surface. In the instant afterwars, LeKKter snaps his head back up to face the onlooking crowd before continuing his diatribe...
"SO...what do you think the PROBLEM is? That we all dress alike? That we paint our faces in the day to show our DEVOTION to one another and themselves? NO!! That's too petty; that just COULDN'T be it....
"Is it becasue we try as hard as our beings would allow to HELP those unfortunates in which are in any kind of trouble or dire straits that would require a helping hand? NO!! That couldnt be it, either; that's supposed to be viewed upon as a 'good samaratian,' RIGHT!?!
The crowd agrees wholeheartedly, once again. LeKKter pauses for a few extended moments before reaching into his coat pocket for his trademark Camel cigarettes and his Zippo lighted. He pops a cigarette from the pack, and places it in his mouth. He then proceeeds to open the lighter, and run it along the surface of the podium, and then back along it in the opposite direction in order to spark the flint, lighting the fire in the process. He places the flame delicately to the tip of the cigarette, and lights it up, inhaling deeply in the process.
He allows the smoke to flow from his mouth as he continues talking.
"I have sat up for hours at a time, wracking my brain, trying to figure this whole conundrum out. What is their motives? WHAT IS THE DRIVING FORCE INSIDE OF THEM!??! The force that motivates them to direct such negativity and hatred towards us--the 'alternative,' if you will. And after numerous days and nights sitting and pondering, I have come up with a culprit: the EVIL...the EVIL is where we tend to have the most consistent friction; the most resistance. The most detrimental entity to our livelihoods, day IN and OUT. THE EVIL THAT LIVES AMONGST US, INHABITED IN THE HEARTS OF EVERY SINISTER PRESCENCE THAT LIES WITHIN EVERY RABID BESTIAL INCARNATION THAT ROVERS THE EARTH'S SURFACE...WAITING TO LATCH IT'S CRUSHING JAWS AROUND THE JUGULAR OF OUR VITALITY!!
"THIS...is our nemesis...MY nemesis."
LeKKter throws his hands to his side, and swings them back to the podium's surface, allowing them to rest on top, palms down and flattened. His lit cigarette still glows from his hand as he stares at the crowd. He drags his cig and continues...
"And, WHAT do we DO with EVIL??"
The crowd prepares itself for LeKKter's response.
"O.W.H.H.!! " LeKKter bellows to the audience.
"O.W.H.H.!!" says the crowd in unison
"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!"
"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!" the crowd says back, once again.
"OFF WITH HER HEAD!!"
"OFF WITH HER HEAD!!"
"OFFFF!!! With THEIR HEADS!!"
With his eyes bulging--seemingly from an adreanaline rush--LeKKter stares at the now roaring crowd with a smirk, permeating a sense of satisfaction in his disposition. He pulls back on the reigns a bit, so to speak, and gets himself back together, in order to finish addressing the crowd. LeKKter drags his cigarette and continues...
"That's what I think!!
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I need you to all help me draw a sense of urgent focus to a man in which I believe has no true soul; at least not one of purity. And, although this man PORTRAYS to be quite the 'holier-than-thou' type of specimen, this man is ANYTHING BUT this. You see, this man uses the 'good' book of the 'Lord's' word in an equivocal manner, in order to divert the people's attention from what truly lies underneath: a dastardly, malevolent and hypocritical DEMON, who has been sent by the one entity in which he so consistently sees in so many of his peers; the one whom he displays the facade of staving off and holding a righteous stance towards.
"Who that entity is in the minds of you all is up to you...so is the choice to even believe these entities are real, or just imagined myths of legend. You see, as you all know, we hold an...'Agnostic...' approach to religious idealism as our overall dogma. Not to be confused with atheism, even though some of us may have that opinion; hell, that may explain why some of us are so wild and reckless: we KNOW there's NO Jehova watching over us. NO higher power to answer to and to save us when the it's time for the 'rapture' to sweep the 'devoted' all away as the world burns to ashes.
"And that tends to be a bad thing for most. The Rapture WE hold as certainty is the one which comes around every second Saturday night of the month: Saturday Night Rapture. But, although it may hold biblical similarities to some, the results in which this man--and ALL like him--will envision will not hold an identical feel to it; in fact HIS idea of the 'rapture' is just a microcosm of what lies in store for this man, if not PALING in comparision, altoghether. This will be worse. This man, and another just like him, in a way, stand in my path to reach MY own--OUR OWN--salvation.
"Ladies and Gentlemen...I am sure you know who I am talking about, now. Ladies and Gentlemen...
"I refer to, Jerry Matthews..."
LeKKter stops in the proverbial tracks of his soliloquy to allow the aforementioned name sink into recgonition amongst the crowd. LeKKter once again bows his head towards the podium, this time allowing his entire upper body to lay on the top of the surface of the podium, and interlocks his fingers as his hands hang from the egde. He holds this postion for a moment or two, and then he continues...
"Years ago...as far back as my mind can take me, a wise old soul forewarned me of the ten plagues, and their inevitability and the destruction they wreak amongst the beings that have made the choice to challenge the word of THEIR 'god.' FIRST....the rivers would be ran with red; TWO, THREE and FOUR...dead frogs would cause lice and flies; sick livestock is FIVE, making the living fight for their lives.
"SIX, SEVEN and EIGHT are boils, storms of fire and locuts; NINE is darkness...so dark, it's hard to focus. And, TEN...this is the death of the first born. This is a helluva consequence...and I don't doubt the wisdom of this old sage, yet if I WERE to question the validity of these plagues, the religious would make it a point to battle me til death, and maybe have my voice torn from my body.
"NOBODY knows where we go when we die; hell or heaven...six or seven...it's all a gamble. This life is nothing but a crapshoot, and to believe those of religion is harder to handle, especially when the bible says 'worship this,' yet this SCRIPTURE is written by MAN.
"ANGELS!! DEMONS!! OH WHAT A MIRACLE THEIR CONCEPTION IS!! No. The only fucking miracle there is the fact that people keep believing these 'tales.' YOu know why I do think that these beliefs are instilled? Because the younger generation's eyes are widened to this concept to the point where we take it with a grain of salt. We don't see faith like most of the older see it. Worst case scenario is that there NEVER EVER was a higher power. And in the midst of CHAOS that ensues after this realization, the ONLY REAL SAVIOR IS FIREPOWER!!! SO, IF THE WORD DOESNT HOLD AS MUCH MERIT, IM PROTECTING MY FAMILY WITH AMMUNITION!!
"One by one...two by two...I have ammo...what about YOU!?!"
LeKKter throws back his head and cackles to the "heavens," as the crowd roars. He kicks the podium over, and stands tall on stage and continues...
"JERRY MATTHEWS...you and your kind make me SICK!! You always have; I hate you Jesus Freaks.' Always fearing what you don't understand. TRYING TO DESTROY WHAT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!! Well, understand this...I AM EVERYTHING THAT YOU PREACH AGAINST! I AM EVERYTHING YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!! WHAT YOU FEAR!! And, on Saturday, Jerry, I WILL exact a level of punishment upon your head in which you can only see your HEAVELY DEVINE holding the ability to exact. Trust and believe, I have noticed your indiscretions for a long time now, and I have been WAITING for the chance to face you; and now it is here. CALL YOUR GOD! CALL YOUR HARBINGER!! Call on ANYONE you deem fit; just don't excepet to be able to call on them again. Because once they step up against me, they will hold the same status in which you will: destroyed.
"If there is a final hour, let's hope for a higher power. You better hope it's there to answer your prayers, Jerry....because you are going to need him. I promise this."
*End Transmission*
LeKKter tha LunatiK steps through the smoke, and embraces the crowd with a looks of frustration across his face. He begins speaking...
"The nerve of some people...
"Ladies and Gentlemen--my devoted myrmidons of the faithful congregation, I have brought you all here today, because I am upset. I am upset at the way we are treated on a daily, monthly and annual basis by the majority of society; how we are looked upon....and judged with such a blind eye...categorized as wretches, seen as a threat to their 'purity.' Just because we follow the beats of a different drum, these condescending sons-of-bitches see us as a problem. An INFERIOR problem. Like we were nothing more than scraps, with the only way seen fit as to handle us is to toss us aside and away. And the fact that we have been able to come together as one whole unit--a thing many of us are new to, as we have been dealt with a lifetime of the blackend sheep labeling--only makes them grit their teeth even tighter; it makes their blood boil to a roll. They hate it...and they hate US. They want to try and eliminate us; exfoliate the 'dirt' and 'grime'--rip out the deeply rooted black heads from the 'fair' complexion that makes up the face that is THEIR society...
"They are trying to ERASE us....erase ME!
"The NERVE of some people..."
The crowd follows along with LeKKter's words as they murmur in agreement.
"That's right! There are people--right outside THESE doors--that want to ACTUALLY ATTEMPT to be our OPPOSITON, simply based on the LOVE in which we have for EACHOTHER--THE LOVE!! Ain't that something? We still have our daily jobs and what have you, correct? We still pay our taxes, right?"
The crowd begins to reply in a unison of, although LeKKter's statement seemed to have fallen upon slight tones of disagreement and distance throughout the crowd. LeKKter smiles and lets out a slight chuckle before continuing...
"Well, SOME of us pay our taxes, BUT we're working on it, RIGHT!?!"
The crowd replies with another "yes." This time around, the crowd agrees more wholeheardtedly, followed by a couple of snickers throughout. LeKKter lowers his head at the podium he is standing at. His dreadlocks hang over the top of it, and dangle alongslide the podium's surface. In the instant afterwars, LeKKter snaps his head back up to face the onlooking crowd before continuing his diatribe...
"SO...what do you think the PROBLEM is? That we all dress alike? That we paint our faces in the day to show our DEVOTION to one another and themselves? NO!! That's too petty; that just COULDN'T be it....
"Is it becasue we try as hard as our beings would allow to HELP those unfortunates in which are in any kind of trouble or dire straits that would require a helping hand? NO!! That couldnt be it, either; that's supposed to be viewed upon as a 'good samaratian,' RIGHT!?!
The crowd agrees wholeheartedly, once again. LeKKter pauses for a few extended moments before reaching into his coat pocket for his trademark Camel cigarettes and his Zippo lighted. He pops a cigarette from the pack, and places it in his mouth. He then proceeeds to open the lighter, and run it along the surface of the podium, and then back along it in the opposite direction in order to spark the flint, lighting the fire in the process. He places the flame delicately to the tip of the cigarette, and lights it up, inhaling deeply in the process.
He allows the smoke to flow from his mouth as he continues talking.
"I have sat up for hours at a time, wracking my brain, trying to figure this whole conundrum out. What is their motives? WHAT IS THE DRIVING FORCE INSIDE OF THEM!??! The force that motivates them to direct such negativity and hatred towards us--the 'alternative,' if you will. And after numerous days and nights sitting and pondering, I have come up with a culprit: the EVIL...the EVIL is where we tend to have the most consistent friction; the most resistance. The most detrimental entity to our livelihoods, day IN and OUT. THE EVIL THAT LIVES AMONGST US, INHABITED IN THE HEARTS OF EVERY SINISTER PRESCENCE THAT LIES WITHIN EVERY RABID BESTIAL INCARNATION THAT ROVERS THE EARTH'S SURFACE...WAITING TO LATCH IT'S CRUSHING JAWS AROUND THE JUGULAR OF OUR VITALITY!!
"THIS...is our nemesis...MY nemesis."
LeKKter throws his hands to his side, and swings them back to the podium's surface, allowing them to rest on top, palms down and flattened. His lit cigarette still glows from his hand as he stares at the crowd. He drags his cig and continues...
"And, WHAT do we DO with EVIL??"
The crowd prepares itself for LeKKter's response.
"O.W.H.H.!! " LeKKter bellows to the audience.
"O.W.H.H.!!" says the crowd in unison
"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!"
"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!" the crowd says back, once again.
"OFF WITH HER HEAD!!"
"OFF WITH HER HEAD!!"
"OFFFF!!! With THEIR HEADS!!"
With his eyes bulging--seemingly from an adreanaline rush--LeKKter stares at the now roaring crowd with a smirk, permeating a sense of satisfaction in his disposition. He pulls back on the reigns a bit, so to speak, and gets himself back together, in order to finish addressing the crowd. LeKKter drags his cigarette and continues...
"That's what I think!!
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I need you to all help me draw a sense of urgent focus to a man in which I believe has no true soul; at least not one of purity. And, although this man PORTRAYS to be quite the 'holier-than-thou' type of specimen, this man is ANYTHING BUT this. You see, this man uses the 'good' book of the 'Lord's' word in an equivocal manner, in order to divert the people's attention from what truly lies underneath: a dastardly, malevolent and hypocritical DEMON, who has been sent by the one entity in which he so consistently sees in so many of his peers; the one whom he displays the facade of staving off and holding a righteous stance towards.
"Who that entity is in the minds of you all is up to you...so is the choice to even believe these entities are real, or just imagined myths of legend. You see, as you all know, we hold an...'Agnostic...' approach to religious idealism as our overall dogma. Not to be confused with atheism, even though some of us may have that opinion; hell, that may explain why some of us are so wild and reckless: we KNOW there's NO Jehova watching over us. NO higher power to answer to and to save us when the it's time for the 'rapture' to sweep the 'devoted' all away as the world burns to ashes.
"And that tends to be a bad thing for most. The Rapture WE hold as certainty is the one which comes around every second Saturday night of the month: Saturday Night Rapture. But, although it may hold biblical similarities to some, the results in which this man--and ALL like him--will envision will not hold an identical feel to it; in fact HIS idea of the 'rapture' is just a microcosm of what lies in store for this man, if not PALING in comparision, altoghether. This will be worse. This man, and another just like him, in a way, stand in my path to reach MY own--OUR OWN--salvation.
"Ladies and Gentlemen...I am sure you know who I am talking about, now. Ladies and Gentlemen...
"I refer to, Jerry Matthews..."
LeKKter stops in the proverbial tracks of his soliloquy to allow the aforementioned name sink into recgonition amongst the crowd. LeKKter once again bows his head towards the podium, this time allowing his entire upper body to lay on the top of the surface of the podium, and interlocks his fingers as his hands hang from the egde. He holds this postion for a moment or two, and then he continues...
"Years ago...as far back as my mind can take me, a wise old soul forewarned me of the ten plagues, and their inevitability and the destruction they wreak amongst the beings that have made the choice to challenge the word of THEIR 'god.' FIRST....the rivers would be ran with red; TWO, THREE and FOUR...dead frogs would cause lice and flies; sick livestock is FIVE, making the living fight for their lives.
"SIX, SEVEN and EIGHT are boils, storms of fire and locuts; NINE is darkness...so dark, it's hard to focus. And, TEN...this is the death of the first born. This is a helluva consequence...and I don't doubt the wisdom of this old sage, yet if I WERE to question the validity of these plagues, the religious would make it a point to battle me til death, and maybe have my voice torn from my body.
"NOBODY knows where we go when we die; hell or heaven...six or seven...it's all a gamble. This life is nothing but a crapshoot, and to believe those of religion is harder to handle, especially when the bible says 'worship this,' yet this SCRIPTURE is written by MAN.
"ANGELS!! DEMONS!! OH WHAT A MIRACLE THEIR CONCEPTION IS!! No. The only fucking miracle there is the fact that people keep believing these 'tales.' YOu know why I do think that these beliefs are instilled? Because the younger generation's eyes are widened to this concept to the point where we take it with a grain of salt. We don't see faith like most of the older see it. Worst case scenario is that there NEVER EVER was a higher power. And in the midst of CHAOS that ensues after this realization, the ONLY REAL SAVIOR IS FIREPOWER!!! SO, IF THE WORD DOESNT HOLD AS MUCH MERIT, IM PROTECTING MY FAMILY WITH AMMUNITION!!
"One by one...two by two...I have ammo...what about YOU!?!"
LeKKter throws back his head and cackles to the "heavens," as the crowd roars. He kicks the podium over, and stands tall on stage and continues...
"JERRY MATTHEWS...you and your kind make me SICK!! You always have; I hate you Jesus Freaks.' Always fearing what you don't understand. TRYING TO DESTROY WHAT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!! Well, understand this...I AM EVERYTHING THAT YOU PREACH AGAINST! I AM EVERYTHING YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!! WHAT YOU FEAR!! And, on Saturday, Jerry, I WILL exact a level of punishment upon your head in which you can only see your HEAVELY DEVINE holding the ability to exact. Trust and believe, I have noticed your indiscretions for a long time now, and I have been WAITING for the chance to face you; and now it is here. CALL YOUR GOD! CALL YOUR HARBINGER!! Call on ANYONE you deem fit; just don't excepet to be able to call on them again. Because once they step up against me, they will hold the same status in which you will: destroyed.
"If there is a final hour, let's hope for a higher power. You better hope it's there to answer your prayers, Jerry....because you are going to need him. I promise this."
*End Transmission*