PSA (Sniper Rumble RP #6)
Apr 10, 2020 9:38:51 GMT -5
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Post by The Dunne Deal on Apr 10, 2020 9:38:51 GMT -5
The camera is focused on old CRT TV, the dust on it indicates that it hasn't been used in a number of years. A test image appears on it before a voice can be overheard.
"The following is a public services announcement paid for by The Saga."
As the screen changes over, we see Gwen Holiday sitting a steel folding chair. Her face obscured by a hoodie, but you tell it's her, by the figure and size of the person sitting down. She removes her hood and stares directly at the camera with the look a kicked puppy gives its owner.
Gwen: "Ladies and gentlemen of XHF. I am Gwen Holiday, fiancé of Johnny Sniper. Now I know me talking directly to you is something out the ordinary for me. Most of the time I stay at home, or a ringside for Johnny's matches. A piece of eye candy according to you, internet marks out there. Yes, I read the comments you leave on twitter. But I implore you for once in your lives listen to me. For your own health and safety please, I'm asking, no, pleading, no begging you to listen to me. Something is wrong with Johnny. He's finally gone off the deep end. And... And I feel that losing this... this Rumble might be enough to push to the point to where Travis, Joe, my Brother, Henry, even myself will be unable to bring him back."
Gwen is clearly fighting back tears and the camera turns away from her.
{Off Camera}
Travis: "It's OK, Gwen."
Dunne: "Yeah, Sis! You got this."
Gwen: "Thank you."
The camera goes back to Gwen.
Gwen: "I don't know anymore. I love Johnny, but he's very clearly not in his right mind. Just look at this video I took yesterday while we were in Food Lion."
Gwen pulls out her phone and starts to play the video. It shows Johnny Sniper lifting up a young man, around the age of 17 by the collar and yelling at him.
Sniper: "You ungrateful, little piece of shit! I risk life and limb in another fucking country, so you and your pathic friends over there can have a better life, and you spend it making stupid viral videos trying to scare people into thinking you have the coronavirus. People are fucking dying, and you think this a fucking joke. Do you? Well, tell me, boy? You got a voice don't ya boy!? Then use it, boy!"
The young man just cowers in fear.
Sniper: "Just what I thought. No wonder you Generation Z fucks are vulnerable to this damn thing. You can't follow, simple fucking directions. Gwen! Grab the shit! We are leaving!"
Gwen turns off the video.
Gwen: "And that's just one time, everyday that we get closer and closer to the Rumble. He gets angrier, more viscous."
Gwen flashes a sly little smile.
Gwen: "And I get more turned on. Knock'em dead."
"The following is a public services announcement paid for by The Saga."
As the screen changes over, we see Gwen Holiday sitting a steel folding chair. Her face obscured by a hoodie, but you tell it's her, by the figure and size of the person sitting down. She removes her hood and stares directly at the camera with the look a kicked puppy gives its owner.
Gwen: "Ladies and gentlemen of XHF. I am Gwen Holiday, fiancé of Johnny Sniper. Now I know me talking directly to you is something out the ordinary for me. Most of the time I stay at home, or a ringside for Johnny's matches. A piece of eye candy according to you, internet marks out there. Yes, I read the comments you leave on twitter. But I implore you for once in your lives listen to me. For your own health and safety please, I'm asking, no, pleading, no begging you to listen to me. Something is wrong with Johnny. He's finally gone off the deep end. And... And I feel that losing this... this Rumble might be enough to push to the point to where Travis, Joe, my Brother, Henry, even myself will be unable to bring him back."
Gwen is clearly fighting back tears and the camera turns away from her.
{Off Camera}
Travis: "It's OK, Gwen."
Dunne: "Yeah, Sis! You got this."
Gwen: "Thank you."
The camera goes back to Gwen.
Gwen: "I don't know anymore. I love Johnny, but he's very clearly not in his right mind. Just look at this video I took yesterday while we were in Food Lion."
Gwen pulls out her phone and starts to play the video. It shows Johnny Sniper lifting up a young man, around the age of 17 by the collar and yelling at him.
Sniper: "You ungrateful, little piece of shit! I risk life and limb in another fucking country, so you and your pathic friends over there can have a better life, and you spend it making stupid viral videos trying to scare people into thinking you have the coronavirus. People are fucking dying, and you think this a fucking joke. Do you? Well, tell me, boy? You got a voice don't ya boy!? Then use it, boy!"
The young man just cowers in fear.
Sniper: "Just what I thought. No wonder you Generation Z fucks are vulnerable to this damn thing. You can't follow, simple fucking directions. Gwen! Grab the shit! We are leaving!"
Gwen turns off the video.
Gwen: "And that's just one time, everyday that we get closer and closer to the Rumble. He gets angrier, more viscous."
Gwen flashes a sly little smile.
Gwen: "And I get more turned on. Knock'em dead."
