Post by zombie on Oct 13, 2019 2:24:50 GMT -5
The bodies riddle the cold hard ground and Fukushima Zombie stands tall among them. Her hair sits over her face as she smiles in the middle of the street. She raises her head to the full moon showing the corpse makeup cracking through. She sniffs at the air and looks around the area.
“Do you feel that? The fog has lifted and now you can see. I do not claim to be a monster. I move, walk and attack the way I do because I look up to their drive. I have the same hunger when I get into the ring. You all saw what that was on September 29th when I drew first blood. Space Oddity is out and I continue. He is lost in the fog ready to go home to rise the ranks once again. And I continue to walk on.”
Fukushima takes a few steps forward weaving a small path around the bodies. As she passes by a finger on the body of a woman twitches. A man’s leg jerks to the side.
“My momentum goes on and I try my luck once again with Jeremiah Vastrix. With that momentum, I bring something more to the table. When I lost the Queen of Sakura title I became more of an outcast in my home than I already was. It was a forced resting period after fighting so hard defending my title. Not on the cards, not at the venues. It was as if I was dead and buried… now I rise.”
She sniffs the air again and looks back behind her. Some of the bodies littered on the street behind her raise their heads in a jerking motion.
“I will take another step on October 13th in the End of Days Quarterfinals. Back towards relevancy and life in SSS. That is why this is important to me. I fight for something far greater than myself. I fight for them. For the people that are just like me.”
She points around at the people around her by raising her arms and motioning around. The bodies start to rise slowly. Dirty green and brown bodies in the first rotting stages rise first as if there was a string pulling them up from their chests. The fresher ones twitch into action and get up using their limbs. They all slowly stand and face Fukushima as she walks to the head of the pack.
“I fight for the cause of the downtrodden. Those that have lost so much that they are almost like a sacrifice. These common men and women that are so unextraordinary that they do not matter in the long run. Because that is what the powers that be focus on in the long run. I focus on the steps in between. I pay attention to the cogs in the machine. I represent them all and their fear fuels me. It makes me stronger and I am able to lead. Do you feel their power?”
She begins to walk forward and the small horde behind her shuffles ahead. A large number of corpses move in a procession behind her
“That is what people like Mr. Vastrix fail to see. A man with such power and responsibility is blind to such lowly things. The greater good is made up by the powers that be. Sacrifices are made and the power moves on. I am going to make him stop and hear them. I will force open those inhuman eyes and make him see. It is time for the sacrifices to be heard. How many are there in your past, Mr. Vastrix? Your fight is selfish and you believe you will win because you just breathe it out into the air like a wish. That shooting star will fall from the sky like a meteor and be made into a pebble. My full moon still rises. I will make you see the reality of your situation.”
She moves slower and the bodies shuffling along behind her move faster and start to overtake her path. They snarl their faces as they move forward and some brush their hands against her body gaining strength.
“You are the cold inhuman soulless weapon of power. Whatever your purpose of being here is hollow. You just want to consume. Do not worry. I am the fighter for the victims and in this match, I will pity you. Because you are just a weapon. Your power will not be gained here because there is a greater cause at work. This includes you so I will serve. And what’s more, since you are part machine literally I can go all out and break you apart on the outside as well. How will they put you back together if there are no pieces left? You should live on regularly with your limitations. That is what would make you special like my people. You would not look down on anyone if you had some human eyes.”
The procession moves past her and Fukushima is energized by their presence. She laughs which looks odd with her facepaint but still somehow wholesome.
“So I ask again. Do you feel it? It is their power and their fear that runs through me. That is what will allow me to destroy you and move on in this tournament. I do not speak it true. I will act on my words like I always do. I will be brave for them and make it out of all of this a champion. Do you feel it, Mr. Vastrix? Do you fear?”
“Do you feel that? The fog has lifted and now you can see. I do not claim to be a monster. I move, walk and attack the way I do because I look up to their drive. I have the same hunger when I get into the ring. You all saw what that was on September 29th when I drew first blood. Space Oddity is out and I continue. He is lost in the fog ready to go home to rise the ranks once again. And I continue to walk on.”
Fukushima takes a few steps forward weaving a small path around the bodies. As she passes by a finger on the body of a woman twitches. A man’s leg jerks to the side.
“My momentum goes on and I try my luck once again with Jeremiah Vastrix. With that momentum, I bring something more to the table. When I lost the Queen of Sakura title I became more of an outcast in my home than I already was. It was a forced resting period after fighting so hard defending my title. Not on the cards, not at the venues. It was as if I was dead and buried… now I rise.”
She sniffs the air again and looks back behind her. Some of the bodies littered on the street behind her raise their heads in a jerking motion.
“I will take another step on October 13th in the End of Days Quarterfinals. Back towards relevancy and life in SSS. That is why this is important to me. I fight for something far greater than myself. I fight for them. For the people that are just like me.”
She points around at the people around her by raising her arms and motioning around. The bodies start to rise slowly. Dirty green and brown bodies in the first rotting stages rise first as if there was a string pulling them up from their chests. The fresher ones twitch into action and get up using their limbs. They all slowly stand and face Fukushima as she walks to the head of the pack.
“I fight for the cause of the downtrodden. Those that have lost so much that they are almost like a sacrifice. These common men and women that are so unextraordinary that they do not matter in the long run. Because that is what the powers that be focus on in the long run. I focus on the steps in between. I pay attention to the cogs in the machine. I represent them all and their fear fuels me. It makes me stronger and I am able to lead. Do you feel their power?”
She begins to walk forward and the small horde behind her shuffles ahead. A large number of corpses move in a procession behind her
“That is what people like Mr. Vastrix fail to see. A man with such power and responsibility is blind to such lowly things. The greater good is made up by the powers that be. Sacrifices are made and the power moves on. I am going to make him stop and hear them. I will force open those inhuman eyes and make him see. It is time for the sacrifices to be heard. How many are there in your past, Mr. Vastrix? Your fight is selfish and you believe you will win because you just breathe it out into the air like a wish. That shooting star will fall from the sky like a meteor and be made into a pebble. My full moon still rises. I will make you see the reality of your situation.”
She moves slower and the bodies shuffling along behind her move faster and start to overtake her path. They snarl their faces as they move forward and some brush their hands against her body gaining strength.
“You are the cold inhuman soulless weapon of power. Whatever your purpose of being here is hollow. You just want to consume. Do not worry. I am the fighter for the victims and in this match, I will pity you. Because you are just a weapon. Your power will not be gained here because there is a greater cause at work. This includes you so I will serve. And what’s more, since you are part machine literally I can go all out and break you apart on the outside as well. How will they put you back together if there are no pieces left? You should live on regularly with your limitations. That is what would make you special like my people. You would not look down on anyone if you had some human eyes.”
The procession moves past her and Fukushima is energized by their presence. She laughs which looks odd with her facepaint but still somehow wholesome.
“So I ask again. Do you feel it? It is their power and their fear that runs through me. That is what will allow me to destroy you and move on in this tournament. I do not speak it true. I will act on my words like I always do. I will be brave for them and make it out of all of this a champion. Do you feel it, Mr. Vastrix? Do you fear?”