Post by Dave D-Flipz on Oct 12, 2020 20:52:35 GMT -5
*The following video was sent in on a dirty, half destroyed VHS tape. It was mailed from, "Wood-n-chew Like-da-no"*
: "*Heavy breathing* Well ... well ... well."
*The hideous visage of Primal turns to look at the camera, sweat dripping from every hair on his wooly body. The trees in the background dense and light-blocking. The sounds of animals calling alarms for a predator in the distance ...*
: "What an ostentatious occasion we have here. The corruption that poisons the soul of humanity has spread far and wide during these trying times. And as civilization slowly crumbles I find myself back at the forefront to send a message to the sheep who hide amongst the urban sprawl. The Great White North, the Wide Expanse of Canadian territories. Fond greetings. I ... am Primal ... and I ... am your prophet. I am your saviour, your salvation, your ... release. RELEASE from the mundane trudgery of this pampered life, RELEASE from the prison of civilization, ERASER of the corrosion of conformity."
*He leans into the camera, blood and guts dripping down his chin and beard from the pointed teeth in his mouth, the remnants of a fresh insect.*
: "The lethal lottery. What a perfect name for my reemergence. You see I sat back and watched as civilization fell apart. Brexit, Trump, a global pandemic, NO SPORTS ON TV!"
*a mocking gasp of horror from the monster of a human*
: "But when you continued to pump the life support into this failed experiment and refused nature's call back to the proper way of life, embracing your TRUE inner humanity, your REAL soul, your ... honest ... faces ... and rejected them for this mask and bandage you call technology and cilivized living ... I had to return. And when I am here, nobody is safe. And so the pompous false anti-Christ that is Lord Diminutive. The false perfectionist that is undefeated Jay Stevens. Your time is short. Humanity's true power comes from its beating primal heart. And the two of you, tiny insignificant specs of men ... shall be the first to sample my bite. Solomon Graham ... I look forward to seeing you unleash the true wrath of your inner primal spirit in your quest for revenge ... an emotion I can get behind ... see you soon Northern Pro Wrestling..."
*The camera is then speared to the ground and explodes cutting the feed and turning to static*
: "*Heavy breathing* Well ... well ... well."*The hideous visage of Primal turns to look at the camera, sweat dripping from every hair on his wooly body. The trees in the background dense and light-blocking. The sounds of animals calling alarms for a predator in the distance ...*
: "What an ostentatious occasion we have here. The corruption that poisons the soul of humanity has spread far and wide during these trying times. And as civilization slowly crumbles I find myself back at the forefront to send a message to the sheep who hide amongst the urban sprawl. The Great White North, the Wide Expanse of Canadian territories. Fond greetings. I ... am Primal ... and I ... am your prophet. I am your saviour, your salvation, your ... release. RELEASE from the mundane trudgery of this pampered life, RELEASE from the prison of civilization, ERASER of the corrosion of conformity."*He leans into the camera, blood and guts dripping down his chin and beard from the pointed teeth in his mouth, the remnants of a fresh insect.*
: "The lethal lottery. What a perfect name for my reemergence. You see I sat back and watched as civilization fell apart. Brexit, Trump, a global pandemic, NO SPORTS ON TV!"*a mocking gasp of horror from the monster of a human*
: "But when you continued to pump the life support into this failed experiment and refused nature's call back to the proper way of life, embracing your TRUE inner humanity, your REAL soul, your ... honest ... faces ... and rejected them for this mask and bandage you call technology and cilivized living ... I had to return. And when I am here, nobody is safe. And so the pompous false anti-Christ that is Lord Diminutive. The false perfectionist that is undefeated Jay Stevens. Your time is short. Humanity's true power comes from its beating primal heart. And the two of you, tiny insignificant specs of men ... shall be the first to sample my bite. Solomon Graham ... I look forward to seeing you unleash the true wrath of your inner primal spirit in your quest for revenge ... an emotion I can get behind ... see you soon Northern Pro Wrestling..."*The camera is then speared to the ground and explodes cutting the feed and turning to static*
