Post by SnakeSkull on Sept 18, 2009 19:07:05 GMT -5
Text finisher. The perception of time management slips though me.
"I thought I was done. That damned spike. How didn't it end...end my life? But of course, I must always remember. Even when I'm bloody and beaten, the devil always has a need for my services. I don't fear death anymore, because it seems to fear me."
As the ex-marine fell into the grains of bloodied sand, the crowd dropped to an absolutely depressing silence. The crowd perceived an end to all things to come. An end to society. An end to hope. An end to life. However, this lasted merely seconds, until with the new life of a low hymn brought the look and questioning of wonder back into the faces of the onlookers. A hand, drenched in the dripping excreations brought upon in pain, raised slowly into the air. It only took a blink of an eye for it to turn into a fist. Before anyone could clarify their sightings, the possessor of said hand leaped upon the smiling jester and began to strangle it's life away.
"I can remember it as if it were a distant dream. Even as I got tighter with my grip, the poor bastard just keep giving me that toothy grin. If only I was that positive."
As the behemoth crowd cheered onto the winning soldier, a thunderous crack could be heard above them all. A crack that foretold that the end was now indeed, but not for peace. The soldier raised above his fallen enemy. No thoughts ran through the motionless warrior, just memories of past times, and visions of alternate perceptions. Loud static was all the soldier could hear now. The source being a small microphonic device withheld by a blue skinned announcer of sorts
"Then, the guy said 'Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, Damian Roberts!' Hmm. My question is, what did the other guy win?"
"As consummation rises and eternity falls, we look into the Stars. Never again we ask for more."