Post by Dave D-Flipz on May 11, 2017 20:41:05 GMT -5
*Once again we find ourselves in the black-colored room with a white screen in the middle. XHF Interviewer, Funaki, slides in the side of the camera frame, microphone in hand.*
: *looks shiftily around* Funaki, XHF N... *he quiets his excitement and goes back to a whisper* Numba One Announca! ... with another tale of the time after the final Night of Champions. Funaki have exclusive scoop, cameras hidden to pick up tales of Funaki's accomplices.
*The screen lights up and we see it is focused on a classroom. More accurately it is as if it is sitting at one of the desks and focusing on an oddly familiar yet unknown face. The man is wearing a black dress shirt and khakis. He is bald and wears small round glasses like you might see on a librarian.*
Man: Never before in this age have we seen someone so brazen and up front with his own narcissism and hubris. And yet despite this clear transparency to his darkness he is able to shroud it with his lies and shouts. Never in my life have I seen someone so adept at swaying the mindless masses. Frankly in my wildest dreams I never thought I would see the day this philosophy came to pass.
*he squeezes the bridge of his nose a second before continuing*
Man: We delved into the concept of masks and deception, hiding one's true self, earlier this semester. Now here as we get to the end I wish to revisit it. It is not a foreign or unusual concept to try and hide one's true motives true intentions. It is quite common. Whether it be out of the need for approval of others ... we hide our true feelings, we disguise what we believe, we bite our tongues. Or whether it be of fear, fear of what people might think ... or of what we ourselves might think. For some this is hiding our preferences for who we love for fear that someone might lash out unjustly at us. For others it is fear of persecution ... or perhaps prosecution. We hide the ideals and actions we believe in and take so that we don't fall subject to the all-seeing eye of the law. I used to teach my classes about the benefits of breaking these walls. For society in general. Now it is true this is not all a benefit to the individual but our collective humanity grows stronger. When these criminal elements are unmasked we can take action to benefit society. When we are able to remove the masks that hide our inner souls we can better be happy with who we are. And when everyone has removed that particular mask maybe the chorus will be strong enough to drown out those who would hide behind the masks of "indecency" and "religion" and all those hateful constructs they bastardize and hide behind to the detriment of those for who the decency was meant to shield and for who religion is a guiding factor in their life.
*a hand is raised just out of view*
Man: Yes?
Student: Are you suggesting that what we have now is a benefit?
Man: *sigh* No. Not anymore. I never thought in all my time shouting this lesson, advocating the removal of the masks of society that someone would be able to so manipulate the construct. Obviously exposing his true face and yet somehow, through indifference, apathy, mutual benefit, or sheer ignorance so many of us remain blind to it. It is supposed to be a cleansing ritual, the removal of masks. But ... so much has changed this last year. So much of my worldview has broken down. ANy way class is dismissed, I want that report on Karl Jung and Sigmund Freud, the positives and negatives of each style of psychology by the end of the week. Finals are next week so study up.
*The students all file out and we hear the one behind the camera clearly sighing and taking in the lecture.* As the teacher leaves the man stops and decides to follow. Th e camera bounces along as the student walks and stops just outside the teacher's office. The door is cracked so the camera can pick up audio and is pointed through the glass in the teacher's door. He walks to his desk and drops hard into his chair. He spins so the back of the chair faces the door oblivious to the observers. The screen pauses*
: Dis is mystery most intriguing. Who is broken man? What left him so broken?
*The screen hums back to life*
Man: WHat has become of me? How did I end up like this? I have always sought to inspire, through one method or another. But I find I cannot truly find my voice anymore. What society would allow such horrors to pass? I could not have foreseen this eventuality. It was supposed to lead to a purer, more truly human and connected experience. And instead it has worsened the very ideas I have always railed against.
*he pulls a jug from under his desk and pours a small glass. It's college ok? Whiskey is expected.*
Man: I feel so empty, so hollow. Like a shell or ... a vessel ... for something grander ... and that something just up and forgot about me. *he sips his drink* It has been so long since I could emphatically speak my ethos, my raison d'etre. How corrupt my vision could become. Maybe I was wrong all along. And yet I still do not feel myself. I still wear this old mask, this farsical visage. Only now it is not to allow my passage unhindered ... it is to hold back the rage and hate I have for myself. Why am I even here if all I ever believed was wrong. No... not wrong ...
*he hurls the glass at the wall with ... the expected result*
Man: Bastarized. My vision was stolen and blackened and made foul. Purity has forever eluded me ... What in God's name can I do now? My purpose, my meaning, my joy, my ... everything ... just seems so ... worthless. And the man I once was cannot bear to look himself in the mirror.
*he opens a drawer and pulls out an item*
Man: For even to see my true face one more time would be a fool's errand. It no longer speaks for who I am. I am a man without a face, without a name, without a purpose, without guidance. I am a rudderless ship adrift on an unending sea. And nowhere I turn ... can offer me answers, or hope. I just trudge along in this meaningless existence.
*he stands and removes his shirt, revealing tattoos, tribal in nature, and a ...well a very large amount of body hair. He sits back and the item in his hands emerges into the light. A mask ... no a face ...*
Man: But maybe if I keep up the exercise, a new inspiration will come to me. If nature has abandoned me, civilization refuses to have me, God will not acknowledge me and the devil laughs at me ... the only option is to continue until reason presents itself. A reason for the Primal nature of man to return.
*he puts on the mask and looks in the mirror, as does our camera ...
He moves to his chair and sits down and we hear groans of rage and pain. The camera backs away and a new voice, that of our cameraman is heard*
VOice: As I thought, another broken man. Another touched by the hand of fame and glory that has fallen by the wayside without the vehicle for the ascension. And where is the guidance in all of this? It is a sad day to see a man so shattered and yet ... what can I do? I must return to ...
*the video abruptly stops and we zoom out to Funaki in the studio as a door opens and Nelly Angel falls into the room. Tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and falling face first to the ground*
: MMM! Whmm mm Ymm? Em me mo!
: Um more on this next time! Numba One!
*we fade out as Nelly inchworms to his spot and howls for help from security*
: *looks shiftily around* Funaki, XHF N... *he quiets his excitement and goes back to a whisper* Numba One Announca! ... with another tale of the time after the final Night of Champions. Funaki have exclusive scoop, cameras hidden to pick up tales of Funaki's accomplices. *The screen lights up and we see it is focused on a classroom. More accurately it is as if it is sitting at one of the desks and focusing on an oddly familiar yet unknown face. The man is wearing a black dress shirt and khakis. He is bald and wears small round glasses like you might see on a librarian.*
Man: Never before in this age have we seen someone so brazen and up front with his own narcissism and hubris. And yet despite this clear transparency to his darkness he is able to shroud it with his lies and shouts. Never in my life have I seen someone so adept at swaying the mindless masses. Frankly in my wildest dreams I never thought I would see the day this philosophy came to pass.
*he squeezes the bridge of his nose a second before continuing*
Man: We delved into the concept of masks and deception, hiding one's true self, earlier this semester. Now here as we get to the end I wish to revisit it. It is not a foreign or unusual concept to try and hide one's true motives true intentions. It is quite common. Whether it be out of the need for approval of others ... we hide our true feelings, we disguise what we believe, we bite our tongues. Or whether it be of fear, fear of what people might think ... or of what we ourselves might think. For some this is hiding our preferences for who we love for fear that someone might lash out unjustly at us. For others it is fear of persecution ... or perhaps prosecution. We hide the ideals and actions we believe in and take so that we don't fall subject to the all-seeing eye of the law. I used to teach my classes about the benefits of breaking these walls. For society in general. Now it is true this is not all a benefit to the individual but our collective humanity grows stronger. When these criminal elements are unmasked we can take action to benefit society. When we are able to remove the masks that hide our inner souls we can better be happy with who we are. And when everyone has removed that particular mask maybe the chorus will be strong enough to drown out those who would hide behind the masks of "indecency" and "religion" and all those hateful constructs they bastardize and hide behind to the detriment of those for who the decency was meant to shield and for who religion is a guiding factor in their life.
*a hand is raised just out of view*
Man: Yes?
Student: Are you suggesting that what we have now is a benefit?
Man: *sigh* No. Not anymore. I never thought in all my time shouting this lesson, advocating the removal of the masks of society that someone would be able to so manipulate the construct. Obviously exposing his true face and yet somehow, through indifference, apathy, mutual benefit, or sheer ignorance so many of us remain blind to it. It is supposed to be a cleansing ritual, the removal of masks. But ... so much has changed this last year. So much of my worldview has broken down. ANy way class is dismissed, I want that report on Karl Jung and Sigmund Freud, the positives and negatives of each style of psychology by the end of the week. Finals are next week so study up.
*The students all file out and we hear the one behind the camera clearly sighing and taking in the lecture.* As the teacher leaves the man stops and decides to follow. Th e camera bounces along as the student walks and stops just outside the teacher's office. The door is cracked so the camera can pick up audio and is pointed through the glass in the teacher's door. He walks to his desk and drops hard into his chair. He spins so the back of the chair faces the door oblivious to the observers. The screen pauses*
: Dis is mystery most intriguing. Who is broken man? What left him so broken?*The screen hums back to life*
Man: WHat has become of me? How did I end up like this? I have always sought to inspire, through one method or another. But I find I cannot truly find my voice anymore. What society would allow such horrors to pass? I could not have foreseen this eventuality. It was supposed to lead to a purer, more truly human and connected experience. And instead it has worsened the very ideas I have always railed against.
*he pulls a jug from under his desk and pours a small glass. It's college ok? Whiskey is expected.*
Man: I feel so empty, so hollow. Like a shell or ... a vessel ... for something grander ... and that something just up and forgot about me. *he sips his drink* It has been so long since I could emphatically speak my ethos, my raison d'etre. How corrupt my vision could become. Maybe I was wrong all along. And yet I still do not feel myself. I still wear this old mask, this farsical visage. Only now it is not to allow my passage unhindered ... it is to hold back the rage and hate I have for myself. Why am I even here if all I ever believed was wrong. No... not wrong ...
*he hurls the glass at the wall with ... the expected result*
Man: Bastarized. My vision was stolen and blackened and made foul. Purity has forever eluded me ... What in God's name can I do now? My purpose, my meaning, my joy, my ... everything ... just seems so ... worthless. And the man I once was cannot bear to look himself in the mirror.
*he opens a drawer and pulls out an item*
Man: For even to see my true face one more time would be a fool's errand. It no longer speaks for who I am. I am a man without a face, without a name, without a purpose, without guidance. I am a rudderless ship adrift on an unending sea. And nowhere I turn ... can offer me answers, or hope. I just trudge along in this meaningless existence.
*he stands and removes his shirt, revealing tattoos, tribal in nature, and a ...well a very large amount of body hair. He sits back and the item in his hands emerges into the light. A mask ... no a face ...*
Man: But maybe if I keep up the exercise, a new inspiration will come to me. If nature has abandoned me, civilization refuses to have me, God will not acknowledge me and the devil laughs at me ... the only option is to continue until reason presents itself. A reason for the Primal nature of man to return.
*he puts on the mask and looks in the mirror, as does our camera ...
He moves to his chair and sits down and we hear groans of rage and pain. The camera backs away and a new voice, that of our cameraman is heard*
VOice: As I thought, another broken man. Another touched by the hand of fame and glory that has fallen by the wayside without the vehicle for the ascension. And where is the guidance in all of this? It is a sad day to see a man so shattered and yet ... what can I do? I must return to ...
*the video abruptly stops and we zoom out to Funaki in the studio as a door opens and Nelly Angel falls into the room. Tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and falling face first to the ground*
: MMM! Whmm mm Ymm? Em me mo!: Um more on this next time! Numba One!*we fade out as Nelly inchworms to his spot and howls for help from security*
