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[font color=gray](OORP: This is the introduction of my new character Black Death Devil MastR. If you'd like to check out his bio, it's at: www.wsu.edu/~eaho/aho/bddm.htm)[/font]
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(FADE IN)
As the subway clatters along not a word is exchanged among its eclectic passengers. An elderly woman in orthopedic shoes rests in her seat holding a sack of groceries. Across from her a teenage kid wearing baggy jeans, an over-stuffed jacket and backwards hat mouths lyrics to rap music playing loudly on his headphones. In front, a younger woman stuggles to feed her infant while a toddler tugs on her coat. A middle-aged man in a rumpled suit stands and holds a briefcase in one hand and a newspaper under his arm.
In the back of this crowd is a gigantic individual dressed in all black. He stands seven feet tall and weighs well over three hundred pounds. His long jet black hair hangs in front of his eyes and matches his wardrobe of leather pants, a duster, combat boots and a tight ribbed turtleneck. At his side is a powder blue, hard shelled suitcase. His teeth are bared and he stares viciously at the floor a few feet in front of him. His name is Black Death Devil MastR.
Aside from the banter between the mother and her children, the rumble of the tracks and the rap music coming from the headphones, it is unseemly quiet.
A deep, unearthly voice bellows in the background. The passengers remain calm, but MastR jerks his head up.
VOICE - The prophecy has been set in motion Tumerock. The world of the living shall drown under a black rain of hate. You will be the catalyst to this storm of terror...
He seethes under his breath in a menacing whisper.
BDDM - I know...
VOICE - Look around you, young one. All of these weak souls...ripe for the taking! You must spread through them like an icy plague. You are DEATH and you will be the great volcano of pain...
BDDM - I know...
VOICE - I have endowed you with size, cunning and most importantly malice. You will not fail me!
BDDM - I KNOW!
He yells angrily giving a start to the few passengers near him on the subway. Everyone in the immediate vicinity gives him a look of confusion. BDDM surveys his surroundings with complete rage still written on his face. Meeting the eyes of the fellow passesngers, he quickly drops his head and eyes to avoid making a scene.
VOICE - You fool! Stealth is the ally of evil, do not reveal the true nature of your quest!
The toddler wanders away from his mother and grabs hold of BDDM's duster trying to get his attention. MastR turns to him with a look of malice in his eyes.
TODDLER - You're big!
BDDM - Thank you.
VOICE - TUMEROCK! Have I not instructed you to treat these mortals as the slaves to sin that they are? You forget your missoin...DESTROY THEM!
MastR's face twists in agony and he lets out a blood-curdling scream. With one over-exaggerated movement he locks on a claw-hold on the middle-aged man.
MAN - What the hell?!? Get off me you freak!
The man bats at MastR's arm fruitlessly with his newspaper. BDDM cackles madly with a wild look in his eyes. The train slows as it approaches the station.
VOICE - Release him, your metal carriage reaches its destination.
With a growl BDDM shoves the man into a seat, leaving him rubbing his nose and other passengers moving away from MastR in disgust.
MAN - Big bastard!
BDDM hisses at the man vampire-style then picks up his suitcase and departs from the train. Hate would soon rain down all over the Carolinas...
(FADE OUT)
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(FADE IN)
As the subway clatters along not a word is exchanged among its eclectic passengers. An elderly woman in orthopedic shoes rests in her seat holding a sack of groceries. Across from her a teenage kid wearing baggy jeans, an over-stuffed jacket and backwards hat mouths lyrics to rap music playing loudly on his headphones. In front, a younger woman stuggles to feed her infant while a toddler tugs on her coat. A middle-aged man in a rumpled suit stands and holds a briefcase in one hand and a newspaper under his arm.
In the back of this crowd is a gigantic individual dressed in all black. He stands seven feet tall and weighs well over three hundred pounds. His long jet black hair hangs in front of his eyes and matches his wardrobe of leather pants, a duster, combat boots and a tight ribbed turtleneck. At his side is a powder blue, hard shelled suitcase. His teeth are bared and he stares viciously at the floor a few feet in front of him. His name is Black Death Devil MastR.
Aside from the banter between the mother and her children, the rumble of the tracks and the rap music coming from the headphones, it is unseemly quiet.
A deep, unearthly voice bellows in the background. The passengers remain calm, but MastR jerks his head up.
VOICE - The prophecy has been set in motion Tumerock. The world of the living shall drown under a black rain of hate. You will be the catalyst to this storm of terror...
He seethes under his breath in a menacing whisper.
BDDM - I know...
VOICE - Look around you, young one. All of these weak souls...ripe for the taking! You must spread through them like an icy plague. You are DEATH and you will be the great volcano of pain...
BDDM - I know...
VOICE - I have endowed you with size, cunning and most importantly malice. You will not fail me!
BDDM - I KNOW!
He yells angrily giving a start to the few passengers near him on the subway. Everyone in the immediate vicinity gives him a look of confusion. BDDM surveys his surroundings with complete rage still written on his face. Meeting the eyes of the fellow passesngers, he quickly drops his head and eyes to avoid making a scene.
VOICE - You fool! Stealth is the ally of evil, do not reveal the true nature of your quest!
The toddler wanders away from his mother and grabs hold of BDDM's duster trying to get his attention. MastR turns to him with a look of malice in his eyes.
TODDLER - You're big!
BDDM - Thank you.
VOICE - TUMEROCK! Have I not instructed you to treat these mortals as the slaves to sin that they are? You forget your missoin...DESTROY THEM!
MastR's face twists in agony and he lets out a blood-curdling scream. With one over-exaggerated movement he locks on a claw-hold on the middle-aged man.
MAN - What the hell?!? Get off me you freak!
The man bats at MastR's arm fruitlessly with his newspaper. BDDM cackles madly with a wild look in his eyes. The train slows as it approaches the station.
VOICE - Release him, your metal carriage reaches its destination.
With a growl BDDM shoves the man into a seat, leaving him rubbing his nose and other passengers moving away from MastR in disgust.
MAN - Big bastard!
BDDM hisses at the man vampire-style then picks up his suitcase and departs from the train. Hate would soon rain down all over the Carolinas...
(FADE OUT)