Post by nihilmarx on Dec 22, 2023 21:44:01 GMT -5
~{The Imperator Takes Vegas}~
*Our scene begins with a broadcast of what appears to be a regular DTF commercial on a hotel television. However, the broadcast very quickly becomes garbled and static before a brief display of No Signal appears with an accompanying monotone beep. That display is soon replaced with a tape recorded message of a haunting man leaning against a desk in what appears to be an upscale office. Large ornate bookshelves line the office walls behind both the desk and this man. Several thick and presumably verbose leatherbound and hardback books populate the shelves of these aforementioned luxurious bookcases.*
*This man is dressed in what appears to be his finest black silk tuxedo. His dark kempt hair is carefully combed back to allow full view of his face. The very face that he painted himself just before this important message. A crisp white paint hides the features of his face and is accompanied by a contrasting black paint to further disguise those features. In his right hand, the man holds a crystal tumbler half full of a nice Canadian Whiskey. He lifts the glass to his lips, the ice within his tumbler clinking as he takes a long sip of his beverage. The man lets out a sigh of pleasure while smacking his lips almost gleefully. He finally brings his gaze to that of the camera to address anyone who may be watching at this moment.*
~{ Hello DTF! I know that you haven't the slightest idea of who I am, but we are soon to be well acquainted. You see, I've been watching and analyzing all of you for quite some time now. What I have seen has neither displeased nor offended me. However, it has left me wanting more and left me thinking of what could have been and how things could be. What I have gathered from my observations is that you all could be so much greater than you are. Nobody here is living up to their full potential. I am here to change that. I am here to show you the way.}~
*The man takes a moment to sit his glass down on the surface of the desk that he had been leading while addressing the viewers. He then runs a white gloved hand over his hair to ensure that it is in perfect order for his upcoming closeup. The camera then zooms in on him as he stands up straight, no longer leaning on the desk. His piercing mismatched colored eyes are now looking directly into the lens of the camera*
~{ Allow me to formally introduce myself to all of you here in DTF. I am the Imperator Nihil Marx and I am here to bring you all into my dark flock. I can be that paragon of virtue for all of you black sheep out there. The broken, the beaten, and the dammed. I shall guide all you non believers, to unlock your true potential. Can't you see that you're lost... Can't you see that you're lost... Without me? }~
*Without so much as a pause the broadcast returns to normal, transitioning off of Nihil's face and onto the next infomercial in the broadcast queue of the hotel's television network.*