NotorisSTD
League Member
(CUEUP: “So long to the Circus” by World/Inferno Friendship Society…)
(CUTTO: Grainy black and white footage of Felix Red, wearing tattered old dickies, faded Dead Kennedys T-shirt slumped on the floor in a bathroom stall in the Maniac Love Nightclub, somewhere in Tokyo…Bloodied Captain America shield on the floor next to him, NFW world title belt hanging around his neck…)
FELIX: This is the end…
Hatter’s gone. He was starting to creep me out, so I handcuffed him to the radiator and beat him in the kidneys with a golf club for a while. I don’t remember if it occurred to me to uncuff him afterwards, but I’m pretty sure I did, after I took the contents of his pockets, which was mostly pills and melted chocolate bars. Ryoko’s gone. She mumbled something about a vacation to Vegas, which I guess makes me the de-facto head of NFW East in her absence, but that kind of power seems so trite and overrated now…And I had the arcade blown up months ago…Although I also had Lindsay Lohan eaten alive. That was sort of cool…
I doubt these things, or people, will be coming back for me. The people you love, those little magical cinematic moments breaking through the static, you get once around with those…It’s the mistakes, the little imperfections, the blistering, puss spewing creatures stitched together with patches of hate and pain that come crawling back from the abyss to even the score…
It was so typical, and so far from what I envisioned….What I hoped for. What should’ve been. After all my hard work, Kooter Michaels-mother f(bleep)ker-Cruise rises from the dead to poop my party…..My child, extracts his revenge on me for creating him. Like, Shakespeare, only lame. And maybe there was a moral imperative, or something there, but still, seriously, what the f(bleep)?
Ooooh, but I’m still the NFW World Champion, and I did break Dan Ryan, so all is not lost….I could wait patiently for nightfall, and reap merciless vengeance on Yori Yakamo Jr., and I could cut Kooter’s head off and bury it somewhere far from the rest of his body so it could never reattach…(stands, and grabs the shield, still gazing absently at the ground) But what for?
Chaos just begets more chaos. Addiction just necessitates more addiction. And violence, well….just goes around, hit again and again, tens of thousands of times….
Dan Ryan was right. He’s an asshole, but he was right. My vision for a new world, my neon genesis, the pop apocalypse, all hinged on whether or not I could kill everybody…Which was silly, of course, but not in the way Ryan was talking about. An anarchist society wouldn’t need a despot leader. If my legacy is to have any legitimate merit, if I am to leave behind anything of value to this business, then I mustn’t have a reason to be here…
Kin Hiroshi…it’s time for you to extract your revenge.
It’s time for you to return the favor…
(slowly looks up, finally making eye contact with the camera)
Kill me.
(FTB)
(CUTTO: Grainy black and white footage of Felix Red, wearing tattered old dickies, faded Dead Kennedys T-shirt slumped on the floor in a bathroom stall in the Maniac Love Nightclub, somewhere in Tokyo…Bloodied Captain America shield on the floor next to him, NFW world title belt hanging around his neck…)
FELIX: This is the end…
Hatter’s gone. He was starting to creep me out, so I handcuffed him to the radiator and beat him in the kidneys with a golf club for a while. I don’t remember if it occurred to me to uncuff him afterwards, but I’m pretty sure I did, after I took the contents of his pockets, which was mostly pills and melted chocolate bars. Ryoko’s gone. She mumbled something about a vacation to Vegas, which I guess makes me the de-facto head of NFW East in her absence, but that kind of power seems so trite and overrated now…And I had the arcade blown up months ago…Although I also had Lindsay Lohan eaten alive. That was sort of cool…
I doubt these things, or people, will be coming back for me. The people you love, those little magical cinematic moments breaking through the static, you get once around with those…It’s the mistakes, the little imperfections, the blistering, puss spewing creatures stitched together with patches of hate and pain that come crawling back from the abyss to even the score…
It was so typical, and so far from what I envisioned….What I hoped for. What should’ve been. After all my hard work, Kooter Michaels-mother f(bleep)ker-Cruise rises from the dead to poop my party…..My child, extracts his revenge on me for creating him. Like, Shakespeare, only lame. And maybe there was a moral imperative, or something there, but still, seriously, what the f(bleep)?
Ooooh, but I’m still the NFW World Champion, and I did break Dan Ryan, so all is not lost….I could wait patiently for nightfall, and reap merciless vengeance on Yori Yakamo Jr., and I could cut Kooter’s head off and bury it somewhere far from the rest of his body so it could never reattach…(stands, and grabs the shield, still gazing absently at the ground) But what for?
Chaos just begets more chaos. Addiction just necessitates more addiction. And violence, well….just goes around, hit again and again, tens of thousands of times….
Dan Ryan was right. He’s an asshole, but he was right. My vision for a new world, my neon genesis, the pop apocalypse, all hinged on whether or not I could kill everybody…Which was silly, of course, but not in the way Ryan was talking about. An anarchist society wouldn’t need a despot leader. If my legacy is to have any legitimate merit, if I am to leave behind anything of value to this business, then I mustn’t have a reason to be here…
Kin Hiroshi…it’s time for you to extract your revenge.
It’s time for you to return the favor…
(slowly looks up, finally making eye contact with the camera)
Kill me.
(FTB)
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