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Post by Rick I.C. Harris on Jun 4, 2014 14:01:53 GMT -5
You two please RP here.
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Post by Damien Acid on Jun 6, 2014 5:45:30 GMT -5
All alone, the darkness consumes the light, crushing it beneath its power. The darkness consumed the light in me once before, until a single shining star shone through, spreading her light through the darkness inside of me. The light from that star engulfed my very being, and changed me from the man I was, to the man I became. The man I became was not the man consumed by the dark, rather it was a man glowing and basking in the rays of light. Enjoying every minute in their presence, every second of feeling their warmth, it brought a new sensation to this life I was living. These new sensations built on top of one another like bricks of a house. The warmth of the rays and the new sensations became an addiction. Everyday I had to get my feed of them. I became so addicted to them that I wasn't sure if I would be able to live a single moment without them. So, like a cancer it spread throughout my very being...without my knowing it, I allowed this addiction, this cancer, to consume my life, to consume my mind, to consume by body, and my soul.
I lean back in my chair, and carefully read over the words on the piece of paper in front of me. Not sure if I like what I see, yet knowing I cannot change any of the truth that is flowing out of me I frantically tap the red BIC ink pen in my hand, on the desk I am sitting at.
This light that became my everything made everything seem worthwhile. All my actions, all my thoughts, all my words, they finally felt like they had a purpose behind them. It was a strange feeling at first, and I wasn't so sure if I liked that feeling. Over time the feeling grew on me, like mold onto a piece of bread. And with the help of my shining star I began to actually enjoy that feeling. Wanting it more and more each day. Needing more of it, wanting to prove my worth for it. Soon I was thinking things I had never thought before. Saying things I had never said before. And doing things I never thought I would ever do before. I could at first just feel the changes occurring. But with these thoughts, with these words, with these actions occurring more and more frequently, I began to actually see the changes. These changes scared me to the deepest depths of my soul, but were they really that bad?
My writing is paused as I reach across the small wooden desk I sit at and grab a large glass bottle of scotch. Slowly I pour myself a double, watching the liquid swish around the bottle it is contained in, before gently rolling down the side of that glass container, and spilling into my glass. After filling up a sufficient amount in my glass, I set the bottle down and gaze into the golden brown glow of my glass. As I lift the glass up and tip it back, the warm sweet taste of the liquor fills my senses. I allow the liquor to wash around, teasing each taste bud of my tongue, before swallowing it down, and going back to my writing.
It wasn't too long ago; that I finally realized the changes that were occurring to me in the NLW weren't bad. As a matter of fact, those changes were probably the best thing ever to happen to me. Those changes gave me a new outlook on this world. A new outlook on this life, and how I should appreciate all that life has to offer me, and every breath I get to take. If it wasn't for her, I would have never been able to see that light. If it weren't for her, the darkness would have consumed me for eternity. But for some reason, she was allowed to break down that wall, and fight through the barricades I put up to hide myself from the rest of the world, and to shade myself from that light. She was strong enough to fight away all the darkness within myself, and bring me the light that shone from herself. She shared that light with me, not because she felt like she needed to, not because she had to. No she shared her light with me because she wanted to...because she saw something in me. Something I will never be able to explain, and something I will never be able to figure out. But no matter what that something was, or her reasoning for it, there is not a day that goes by, that I am not grateful for it. Grateful to be able to have that light brought into my life. And grateful to be able to look back now, and see just what an impact she made. Inside I question why I refer to NLW as she. Like she's my old lady. Yet I feel as if the NLW is mine. And in return she presented me with a chance for to earn my right to take respect. She sure is wonderful.
Tears quickly begin to swell up in my eyes. Quickly I brush them away, as my demeanor rapidly changes from sadness and sorrow, to hate and anger. This anger causes me to frivolously scribble away at the almost full sheet of paper lying in front of me.
Now all of that is being threatened of being taken away from me! Because of SOME MEN'S ACTIONs! What reason does they have to try take what meant so much to me away from me?! What gives them the right to try and destroy my world.........to ruin MY LIFE!?!
Violently I begin to shake. Reaching over I clasp my glass of scotch, and down the remaining juices. My head tilts back as I swallow its sweet nectar, and I let out a deep sigh. Gently I set the empty glass back down with my left hand. Still staring at the ceiling, my I raise my right arm, and slide my right hand down my face. My head lowers with the pulling of my hand, until I am once again staring at the piece of paper sitting on my desk. My fingers trace through my hair as I debate if I should pick the pen back up and continue my writing, or call it a night. Unconsciously, my hand drifts over and picks up the pen. The writing continues.
The light that fought away the darkness in me is now dead. The darkness is slowly taking back what it rightfully claims as its own. My 15 opponents in the NLW Heavyweight Title Tournament have entered a whole new world when they signed up to try and take away what belongs to me. This is my chance. This is my time. Yet these fools felt it was in their best interest to sign up and go after the prize. Tisk tisk. The light has now dimmed, and almost completely vanished. The darkness has returned, to claim its throne once again. I now realize, it is my destiny to finish these 15 men who will stand before me in the tournament, and it starts with Charles Oswald. When I'll bring carnage upon his body, and whom ever I'll face next. And I think about the name, carnage. I ponder the word carnage and it's meaning in my head just what carnage truly is. I flash back to the cold war. Was that another version of a carnage? Are rain, thunder & lightning really needed for a carnage?? Voting for Obama to get him re-elected as President,carnage? The thoughts could consume my mind for hours.
The pen drops from my hand, and I daze off into a trance while staring at the words, MY WORDS, on the piece of paper.
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