Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Aug 13, 2024 19:57:27 GMT -5
*We open on a beautiful sunny day. Due to climate change it’s probably a million degrees but in TV land everything is fine! Lord Dominicus is at the Bad to the Bone compound and he’s feeling just great. Star Trekker is away at GUNS, and although he needs her help being good, she’s also a parasite and he’s happy to be rid of her for a little while. He’s wearing the WUK World and Tag Team titles, one on his waist, the other bandoliered on his chest because yes, he actually wears the titles when nobody is around too. We find the DARK LORD OF CHAMPIONSHIPS at the mailbox.*
LD: Bills, bills, oh what’s this?
*He pulls out an envelope.*
LD: A letter?
*Dominicus takes a quick scan of the sending info.*
LD: TO ME!?
*He begins to EVILLY SKIP back to the compound (really just a decent sized house in the suburbs with a really big garage area).*
LD: I got a letter, I got a letter, hey hey hey!
*THE BLACKEST OF ALL EVILS sings to himself.*
LD: I wonder if it’s from a fan.
*While imagining the great things it says he waves the envelope around where his nose should be. Though judging by the contents (which we’ll find out about shortly) it probably at best smells like beer, cigarettes, and running mascara (does that smell? I have no idea. But one would think that would be part of the situation when writing). Finally he gets back into the house and sits down on the couch to read it. He pulls out the single sheet of folded paper.*
LD: Hmmm, a little damp. Maybe it’s from a rainy season country- then again it has been pretty darn humid everywhere so it could be anything. Now let’s see what this superfan has to say. OH it’s from the original Lady Evil! Probably thanking me for building her career! Let’s take a read…
Dear LD,
Eat worms.
AND...shit.
Kindly,
Kasper Van Slam
P.S, the letter is moist because I peed on it xoxo
OOC: You can find the original post HERE
*There’s a long pause.*
LD: Rude. Wait…
*BLAMMO HERE’S A FLASHBACK TO A FEW MOMENTS AGO! LD was sniffing the letter. LD WAS SNIFFING THE LETTER. Back to now we zoom in on his emotionless mask to get a non-reaction shot (because again, emotionless).*
LD: I think I am going to be sick.
*He slowly drops the letter, and then skitters away from where it lands, and doesn’t want to touch anything with his now moistened hands. It looks like the double champion’s day just took a DARK TURN! Fade out on the sound of gagging as he runs to the bathroom to wash his hands.*
LD: Bills, bills, oh what’s this?
*He pulls out an envelope.*
LD: A letter?
*Dominicus takes a quick scan of the sending info.*
LD: TO ME!?
*He begins to EVILLY SKIP back to the compound (really just a decent sized house in the suburbs with a really big garage area).*
LD: I got a letter, I got a letter, hey hey hey!
*THE BLACKEST OF ALL EVILS sings to himself.*
LD: I wonder if it’s from a fan.
*While imagining the great things it says he waves the envelope around where his nose should be. Though judging by the contents (which we’ll find out about shortly) it probably at best smells like beer, cigarettes, and running mascara (does that smell? I have no idea. But one would think that would be part of the situation when writing). Finally he gets back into the house and sits down on the couch to read it. He pulls out the single sheet of folded paper.*
LD: Hmmm, a little damp. Maybe it’s from a rainy season country- then again it has been pretty darn humid everywhere so it could be anything. Now let’s see what this superfan has to say. OH it’s from the original Lady Evil! Probably thanking me for building her career! Let’s take a read…
Eat worms.
AND...shit.
Kindly,
Kasper Van Slam
P.S, the letter is moist because I peed on it xoxo
OOC: You can find the original post HERE
*There’s a long pause.*
LD: Rude. Wait…
*BLAMMO HERE’S A FLASHBACK TO A FEW MOMENTS AGO! LD was sniffing the letter. LD WAS SNIFFING THE LETTER. Back to now we zoom in on his emotionless mask to get a non-reaction shot (because again, emotionless).*
LD: I think I am going to be sick.
*He slowly drops the letter, and then skitters away from where it lands, and doesn’t want to touch anything with his now moistened hands. It looks like the double champion’s day just took a DARK TURN! Fade out on the sound of gagging as he runs to the bathroom to wash his hands.*
