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Topic: A Dream: Blackout's Demise
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Herbert
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As any normal dream, mine started out rather dull in an environment from my past. I was in a classroom from my old school, doing things that have no apparent relation to the events that were to come, in my mind.
I forget the transition, though, in dreams, there rarely is one. I feel like this beginning may have been "inspired" by the movie trailer for "The Island" I just saw last night. First thing I can remember is being one of Blackout's Guests (I'm thinking maybe it was for this July trip). The apparent fact dawned on us (myself and whoever else was with me when we realized this) that Blackout had us prisoner, and was starving us to death. Like all classic and dramatic bad guys, he left us to our fate while returning to his main base of operations.
Of course, I began my escape; with a deep hatred and a feeling of betrayal. I made my way through caves and all hell. I had no weapons or anything, so a lot of running was involved. From what of Blackout's lackeys I did see, they taunted me, shot at me, and I ran. I managed to get out through a hole that lead to the surface, which seemed to be up in some ruins in the forest. I was quickly spotted by one of the guards. I grabbed the nearest vehicle with another guy who managed to escape. Unfortunately, we were on something comparable to a moped versus a Hummer the grunts were driving. The only thing that managed to keep us alive as we zipped through a forest was to dodge through the trees, hoping that they would crash into something and become stuck.
After a moment, I noticed that they had cars at various points along the path, and I told the guy I was with to swing around so we could hop off and grab one, which we did and managed to escape; Dukes of Hazzard style. I went launching off of fallen trees, and cars were exploding everywhere. The fellow I was with went off in one direction, and I made my way to Blackout, more pissed off than ever.
Finally reaching Blackout's Base, I proceeded to sneak in, kicking the shit out of and killing all the grunts stationed throughout. I finally found Blackout, destroying evidence and planting explosives. I make a jump for the detonator to distract him, resulting in a minor explosion.
"You can't stop me!" he cried as he fired some shots off at me. I leaped over a partition, desperately trying to find a weapon. Looking around, I spotted the unused dynamite and made a dash for it. *Thwomp* He gets a knee to my stomach. Slightly out of breath, I spin 'round and catch him in the chin with a right hook, lit some of the sticks of dynamite, and threw them in his direction.
My memory is fuzzy on what happened next. There must have been an explosion, though I don't remember it. Everything was in shambles, and papers drifted down like snow flakes. Things finally seemed to calm down, though I was still pissed off and beating the shit out of everybody. Realizing that I still didn't know the truth, I walked up to random people who might have some answer as to why all this senseless murder had occured.
I walked up to some dirty looking Mexican (no racial slurs intended, the guy looked like he had dirt on him) with a mustache and told him "Give the the straight truth, with no bullshit, or I'll kill you....
Why? Why did he try to kill us?"
He replied, without any sort of accent, "Because he was afraid. He was afraid of how well his life had been after he had returned from his trip. All the fans and publicity. He hated it for he was not used to it."
This, making some sense, spared me the trouble of cutting his throat... but it still wasn't enough. I asked (whom I later found was Marv from "Sin City") why. His simple response was:
"Fanboy purging."
Of all that I've done to survive; all the dead that now reside underground; my only regret was not asking Blackout himself.
Then, as if by some means of closure, I woke up.
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Blackout
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And now you must die fanboy.
Let the purging BEGIN.
[ 07-04-2005, 02:00 PM: Message edited by: Blackout ]
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You are not your job, your titles, your possessions, your degrees, your lovers, your relationships, your place of residence, your social security number, your ID, your bills, your worries, your bank account, your age or your body. You are the timeless being that created & perceives itself through those things, and you have the power to play or not play that game. When someone asks me "what do you do?" looking for some title to pin me down, I laugh and say "EVERYTHING!" - Blackout
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Third_eye_open
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can I be the head evil grunt? Or of some high power in Blackouts army?
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"Time is merely a persistant illusion... so stfu about time having any god damn thing to do with any freaking dimension before i take you out with a belt-sander"
-Albert E.
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Blackout
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quote:
Originally posted by Third_eye_open:
can I be the head evil grunt? Or of some high power in Blackouts army?
You must first prove yourself,
and your first task is...
KILL HERBERT FILBY.
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You are not your job, your titles, your possessions, your degrees, your lovers, your relationships, your place of residence, your social security number, your ID, your bills, your worries, your bank account, your age or your body. You are the timeless being that created & perceives itself through those things, and you have the power to play or not play that game. When someone asks me "what do you do?" looking for some title to pin me down, I laugh and say "EVERYTHING!" - Blackout
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Third_eye_open
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yes my master, it will be done.
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"Time is merely a persistant illusion... so stfu about time having any god damn thing to do with any freaking dimension before i take you out with a belt-sander"
-Albert E.
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Blackout
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Phew. Saved once again by the infallible logic of Cheeze.
You may hold off with the killing third eye, you have passed the test.
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You are not your job, your titles, your possessions, your degrees, your lovers, your relationships, your place of residence, your social security number, your ID, your bills, your worries, your bank account, your age or your body. You are the timeless being that created & perceives itself through those things, and you have the power to play or not play that game. When someone asks me "what do you do?" looking for some title to pin me down, I laugh and say "EVERYTHING!" - Blackout
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Herbert
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Just as my dreams of having wild sex with beautiful women have not yet come true, I highly doubt that any of this can be considered a "threat."
Take it as entertainment.
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Blackout
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Wait.
We may have to kill him after all...
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You are not your job, your titles, your possessions, your degrees, your lovers, your relationships, your place of residence, your social security number, your ID, your bills, your worries, your bank account, your age or your body. You are the timeless being that created & perceives itself through those things, and you have the power to play or not play that game. When someone asks me "what do you do?" looking for some title to pin me down, I laugh and say "EVERYTHING!" - Blackout
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Herbert
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Tonight, I hope I dream something that doesn't piss anyone else off.
In the mean time, I lock the door, awaiting Blackout's Henchmen....
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Third_eye_open
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quote:
Originally posted by Herbert:
Tonight, I hope I dream something that doesn't piss anyone else off.
In the mean time, I lock the door, awaiting Blackout's Henchmen....
You cant run,
and you cant hide,
We'll have our fun,
Tonight we ride
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"Time is merely a persistant illusion... so stfu about time having any god damn thing to do with any freaking dimension before i take you out with a belt-sander"
-Albert E.
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Herbert
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Well last night I was dreaming that some guy was running after us that meant to kill us all, while we were riding in a school bus. We then tried escaping on elevators, but then the elevator went "rogue" and tried keeping us from leaving, even if it resulted in our deaths. And that's all I can remember.
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Posts: 1516 | From: PA | Registered: Sep 2003
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