Post by Donzig on Mar 13, 2023 21:40:27 GMT -5
‘Shizuku Yamamoto.’
The cold hard voice of Donzig echoed through the rain soaked junkyard, bouncing off the wet and dripping rusting corpses of the scattered cars as they slowly sank into the mud. Then he appeared, sitting atop a small stack of broken vehicles draped in that long leather coat as ran fell from his hood as he waved a hand absently.
‘Like so many of my opponents you had so much to say, but as the days wear on? You have fallen silent, your voice swallowed by the endless screams of the Void, consumed by the shadows of the Abyss. Or maybe just drowned out by the other voices in this Hell. But I have not forgotten you.’
A hand lifted, and a crooked finger wagged as Donzig hissed.
‘No, no, no. You see that is one of my charms, I remember every slight, every insult, every snide little comment. And I turn it over and over in my mind, polishing it, sharpening it as I think about those words! You see a creature like me is moved by words, Shizuku. Words have power, eh? They are weapons.’
Donzig leaned forward, and the faint lights of the junkyard gleamed across the wet cold surface of that mask. And he tilted his head, snorting before he spoke.
‘Now there is a word you like to throw around, and that word is ‘failure.’
Snorts, a hand waving before him.
‘Failure can be defined as a lack of success. Or as the omission of expected or required action. So either you are a King of things lacking success, or the King of omissions of the expected actions. Either way? It doesn’t matter to me, because I see through things. And when I look at you is a lie.’
The Scourge sniffed, and he leaned forward once more before he dropped from the stack of cars. Mud and water sprayed upwards, spattering around him as he stalked forward. His head lowered as it swept from side to side, and he let his fingers drag across the peeling paint and rusted metal of one of those cards.
‘You’re not a failure are you? You have success, you have friends, you are esteemed in this business. Did you not commit an expected reaction? Did you mean to lose to Goth? That would be something wouldn’t it. But since you want to pretend to be a king, since you want to wear a crown, and claim to rule? Let me tell you something.’
A finger waved between him and the camera.
‘Just between us.’
A sniff.
‘I know all about failure, eh? You see, despite my win-loss record, despite my titles, despite having my own little army of misfits waiting to spread my word across the entire XHF! Despite all of that! I consider this all nothing less than an absolute failure!’
His voice rose to a scream, a howl that bounced off the metal of the junked cars. His hands balled into fists as he stomped forward through the mud, rain dripping from him before he waved a hand.
‘All I ever wanted was to be revered! To be adored! To be loved! To have these fucking people eating out of my hand, to have them wait for my every word, to be embraced by them! And time, and time, and time again they turned their backs on me! They rejected me! They cast me out! Like I was what? Like I was one of these old cars? At the end of my fucking usefulness? Just fucking parts for them? Only worth the metal, eh? And that is when it all changed Shizuku! That is when I changed, when I became what I am now! The Scourge!’
His voice howled again.
‘I became the Wonder and Terror of this Age, the first Apostle of the End Times! The Great Dark! And I swore, I SWORE, that I would save all of you from this fucking lie! But no one here understands that I am doing all of this for them! That I am trying fucking save them! But what I can not save? What I can not save from the lies? From the flames?’
Donzig paused, and he looked up before his hand moved to sweep back that hood. Rain ran across the mask, and he shrugged as he paced once more through the oily puddles and mud.
‘I WILL WATCH FUCKING BURN! AND THAT MEANS YOU!’
A shrug, and Donzig turned.
‘And the fact that it gives me pleasure, perhaps the only pleasure I know? That watching the things I want to save fall into darkness, into flames, into destruction gives me pleasure? However fleeting? That is perhaps my greatest failure! And so when you walk into Belfast, when you come to Carmageddon, O King! You will walk here among the cast off wreckage of a dying world as it sinks into rust with me! And I will batter your body and soil, I will scar your mind! When you lay in this mud among the old oil and grease, the blood and fluids of these broken tools mixing with yours? That will be my triumph!’
A finger lifted, and Donzig hissed as rain ran across the mask. His eyes narrowed behind those eye holes, and he shook his head before he growled.
‘And it will also be my failure, but I can live with it.’
A shrug.
‘But don’t worry, Shizuku. They say when you take a shot at a king? Don’t miss.’
His hand lifted, and splayed across the dripping mask before it gave a tug. He pulled it off, and the scowling visage of Donzig slid into view. Those dark eyes empty and cold above that wet tangle of beard, and he stared at the mask for a long moment.
‘I won’t.’
He turned, and slowly disappeared into the shadows of those junked cars.
‘See you soon.’
The cold hard voice of Donzig echoed through the rain soaked junkyard, bouncing off the wet and dripping rusting corpses of the scattered cars as they slowly sank into the mud. Then he appeared, sitting atop a small stack of broken vehicles draped in that long leather coat as ran fell from his hood as he waved a hand absently.
‘Like so many of my opponents you had so much to say, but as the days wear on? You have fallen silent, your voice swallowed by the endless screams of the Void, consumed by the shadows of the Abyss. Or maybe just drowned out by the other voices in this Hell. But I have not forgotten you.’
A hand lifted, and a crooked finger wagged as Donzig hissed.
‘No, no, no. You see that is one of my charms, I remember every slight, every insult, every snide little comment. And I turn it over and over in my mind, polishing it, sharpening it as I think about those words! You see a creature like me is moved by words, Shizuku. Words have power, eh? They are weapons.’
Donzig leaned forward, and the faint lights of the junkyard gleamed across the wet cold surface of that mask. And he tilted his head, snorting before he spoke.
‘Now there is a word you like to throw around, and that word is ‘failure.’
Snorts, a hand waving before him.
‘Failure can be defined as a lack of success. Or as the omission of expected or required action. So either you are a King of things lacking success, or the King of omissions of the expected actions. Either way? It doesn’t matter to me, because I see through things. And when I look at you is a lie.’
The Scourge sniffed, and he leaned forward once more before he dropped from the stack of cars. Mud and water sprayed upwards, spattering around him as he stalked forward. His head lowered as it swept from side to side, and he let his fingers drag across the peeling paint and rusted metal of one of those cards.
‘You’re not a failure are you? You have success, you have friends, you are esteemed in this business. Did you not commit an expected reaction? Did you mean to lose to Goth? That would be something wouldn’t it. But since you want to pretend to be a king, since you want to wear a crown, and claim to rule? Let me tell you something.’
A finger waved between him and the camera.
‘Just between us.’
A sniff.
‘I know all about failure, eh? You see, despite my win-loss record, despite my titles, despite having my own little army of misfits waiting to spread my word across the entire XHF! Despite all of that! I consider this all nothing less than an absolute failure!’
His voice rose to a scream, a howl that bounced off the metal of the junked cars. His hands balled into fists as he stomped forward through the mud, rain dripping from him before he waved a hand.
‘All I ever wanted was to be revered! To be adored! To be loved! To have these fucking people eating out of my hand, to have them wait for my every word, to be embraced by them! And time, and time, and time again they turned their backs on me! They rejected me! They cast me out! Like I was what? Like I was one of these old cars? At the end of my fucking usefulness? Just fucking parts for them? Only worth the metal, eh? And that is when it all changed Shizuku! That is when I changed, when I became what I am now! The Scourge!’
His voice howled again.
‘I became the Wonder and Terror of this Age, the first Apostle of the End Times! The Great Dark! And I swore, I SWORE, that I would save all of you from this fucking lie! But no one here understands that I am doing all of this for them! That I am trying fucking save them! But what I can not save? What I can not save from the lies? From the flames?’
Donzig paused, and he looked up before his hand moved to sweep back that hood. Rain ran across the mask, and he shrugged as he paced once more through the oily puddles and mud.
‘I WILL WATCH FUCKING BURN! AND THAT MEANS YOU!’
A shrug, and Donzig turned.
‘And the fact that it gives me pleasure, perhaps the only pleasure I know? That watching the things I want to save fall into darkness, into flames, into destruction gives me pleasure? However fleeting? That is perhaps my greatest failure! And so when you walk into Belfast, when you come to Carmageddon, O King! You will walk here among the cast off wreckage of a dying world as it sinks into rust with me! And I will batter your body and soil, I will scar your mind! When you lay in this mud among the old oil and grease, the blood and fluids of these broken tools mixing with yours? That will be my triumph!’
A finger lifted, and Donzig hissed as rain ran across the mask. His eyes narrowed behind those eye holes, and he shook his head before he growled.
‘And it will also be my failure, but I can live with it.’
A shrug.
‘But don’t worry, Shizuku. They say when you take a shot at a king? Don’t miss.’
His hand lifted, and splayed across the dripping mask before it gave a tug. He pulled it off, and the scowling visage of Donzig slid into view. Those dark eyes empty and cold above that wet tangle of beard, and he stared at the mask for a long moment.
‘I won’t.’
He turned, and slowly disappeared into the shadows of those junked cars.
‘See you soon.’
