Masks Men Wear (EOD2 3)
Oct 12, 2018 3:43:50 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Steele, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2018 3:43:50 GMT -5
*The following footage was discovered on a torrent mislabeled "Wrestling-nudes-lol"*
-The scene begins in much the same way as the wiki leaks dump footage, with the panning camera angle of the office of the lead agent. He is again busy writing on various sheets of paper in front of him, those monitors still flickering in the background. The sound of the door opening with that now familiar "CLEAR" would disrupt the scene, but again no reaction is discernible right away.
This would change however as a man in black scrambles to the desk and salutes. His body language, with it's snappiness and rigidity, can nearly tell the story. Something is amiss.-
"Uh sir If I may--"
-The man at the desk, like before would not even bother to look up, but he does respond.-
"I swear this better be important. If it's not you'll be put in a cell with Subject Zero. I'm sure you've heard he's done some decorating and I bet he would love more paint."
-The man standing would pull at his collar before offering some more words.-
"Sir, the internet has been set on fire with the recent leaks and now the populace at large is catching on that they aren't some kind of publicity stunt. We've had our best counter intel teams on the net, posting on the forums to debunk and discredit these but the wikileaks dump---"
-The man behind his desk sighs and this interrupts the monologue. He puts down his pen and rubs his eyes under his glasses.-
"I thought you said this was important. Who cares what some geeks on the internet are talking about? Now that you've wasted my time I hope you enjoy your new accomodatio-"
-As he is picking up the phone and finishing his own rant the man he was scolding would reciprocate the interruption.-
"That's not all sir. Two related reports have come in. The first is straight from Langley. The U.S.S. Thuganomic is our latest reconnaissance ship currently paroling the pacific. They've noticed an increased presence of Russian ships since the wikileaks dump and video of the backstage incident got out. While of course it can't be directly confirmed why, supposedly a few of them were sporting airplanes that are large enough to carry medium grade nuclear payloads."
-The man at the desk would put the phone back down on the receiver and instead lean back in his chair to continue listening.-
"These match reports HQ has received from top intelligence officers in Russian allied countries. These suggest a few military exercises have been conducted at rumored ICBM capable installations. Again, just after the leaks went semi-public."
"So what the hell does this really have to do with us? We're not the worlds fucking clean up crew. For God's sake we have all we can handle every few hours with subject zero. Do you know how large his movements are?"
"HQ is quite concerned the leaks have already played too many cards publicly. They also noted to them, the project looks like it's getting out of hand in the case of subject zero, and producing no results otherwise for any of the rest." Yet, they also want things to proceed as outlined in the earlier models and still full agree with your assessment."
-The man seated would lean over and grab the pen he had placed down. He isn't looking at the other but has begun twirling the writing utensil around his fingers casually.-
"So did the bean counters offer any suggestions for their double tongued analysis?"
"They did make a demand. They want subject zero to appear at a press conference ahead of the End of Days tournament."
-The man who was once lazily playing with the pen throws it across the room. He stands up briskly and slams his hands on the desk in front of his. His entire expression enraged.-
"You gotta be fucking kidding me. Even if the project was going one hundred ten percent well he would still be a mindless idiot! What the hell do they think we're doing down here? We're making weapons not fucking PR reps!"
"Regardless, they said if that demand was not met, funding would cease and the project shut down. They did not mention what would happen to staff but I think it's safe to infer."
"So I guess we are changing the world's dirty diaper then. Whatever, we have some time to figure that out. You said there was one more thing?"
-The subordinate nods and reaches into his jacket and pulls out a manila envelope. He casually flops it down onto the table.-
"Inside is a video we received from HQ, sent to them by the Russian government. As part of trying to diffuse the growing situation we have been instructed to let subject zero view it's contents in it's entirety."
-The man behind the desk would pick up the package and glance it over. He would open up the end of it and take out the tape, again taking time to inspect it. It can be certain that this thing was scanned analyzed and scrutinized of it's contents already but his own curiosity would peak,-
"I guess now we're also in charge of passing around love letters. No matter."
-He would shove the tape back in the envelope and sit back down.-
"I trust that's all?"
-The man who that was directed to simply salutes before turning around and making his way out of the room. The man behind the desk would be starting directly up at the ceiling before spinning his chair slowly. He would seemingly now be staring at the monitors, eye dead focused on one in particular.
The feed would cut briefly but pick up at a later time and another camera in the facility. It's pointed directly inside one of the cells. Inside though looks like a scene out of a butcher shop. Bits and pieces of flesh and bone are littered about, some much older than others. There's even a hunched over body pushed up into a corner in a tangled mess with a piece of crumpled paper on it's face. Blood smears would be on nearly every inch of the room. However, most of them wouldn't be just random blotches. Instead the word "DUKE" would would be poorly sketched out in various sizes and capitalization.
The man himself would be sitting with his back to the camera, almost naked, simply wearing a thong or perhaps just a thick rope but most would bother to check. Like the walls he is himself doused in blood, only a few patches of his skin not stained. On a far wall the video that Duke had prepared would be playing by means of a projector sitting outside of the cell. This is clearly what Dreadvan is preoccupied with at the moment.
The film would end and the projector would just display a still image of Duke looking at the computer camera with the message "END OF FILE." Dreadvan would sit in silence for a moment and slide his girth over to the wall and slowly slide his hand along it distorting the light. He would paw his way up the image and seemingly coddle the side of Duke's projection before suddenly launching himself backwards lying on the floor.-
"DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKEEEEEEEEE"
-Dreadvan would make and effort to move over to the cell door and use it as leverage to prop up his ever increasing size. He would still almost have his legs buckle from underneath him but would eventually find his footing. He would look right into the security camera.-
"I guess you can't stop thinking about me can you pretty boy? I'm so glad you're aware of what I've been up to and that makes me...REALLY HAPPY"
-Dreadvan would force out a hearty laugh. One a bit too hard as he begins choking and coughing. A small bone would jettison from his mouth and land on the floor before he continued.-
"As you can see...I've been thinking about you a lot too! I can't get you out of my head! Don't worry, I don't fear you oh no no no. These walls are just a reminder for me. You see despite that tough exterior you're so used to putting on, I know that's only a mask you wear. I can see right though you. Those words you sent specially for me, I can hear the truth screaming out from behind them. Like the screams I used to hear the wait staff make when I walked into a restaurant.
As big as a guy as you are you sure do love to hear yourself speak sometimes dontcha? Here you are telling me I have it made when I'm sitting in a dark cell with no sunlight, covered head to toe in filth. Usually I have a change of pants when I shit myself. That luxury is a thing of the past. How good I have it getting needles in the ass everyday. Sure is the life. I hope you're enjoying that nice cup of coffee as you tell me how good I have it drinking cans of lard.
What good is a belt when you can't even wear it around your waist anyway huh? That championship still means something to me I admit, and so does the amount of guys I've beaten to get it and keep it since. But it's not the same as before I came here. Oh no, it's all just numbers now. Numbers that I'm going to keep growing. It's going to prove to the whole world I'm a force of nature, regardless of who is pulling the strings. That will be the one thing that always stays the same. You WON'T be the one to prove it wrong."
-Dreadvan tilts his head to the side.-
"Do you know why that is Dukey? I said it earlier, because you're still hiding. You say you're proud. You say you accept your role. But we know better don't we? A man who is okay with their place in the world doesn't just sit behind a keyboard lashing out. They prove it with their actions. You say you're going to do that in the ring, but a real monster couldn't contain themselves. I know so because I am that way.
We're soooo very alike yet so different that it's getting me excited. You see when you step in that ring thinking that your natural talents will carry you again you're so wrong. You actively fight those killer instincts every day, even if don't want to admit it. You're a dog who's bitten his own leg off stepping into the arena with a hungry lion. You're going to get eaten alive."
-Dreadvan moves off the bars and goes into the corner and lifts up the limp body by an arm. He drags it over to the doors and raises the arm higher to lift it into focus. Dreadvan looks at it for a second and with his other hand flattens out the piece of paper on the face. It's a picture of Duke.-
"At least I get a few comforts. Like my new training dummy. And Duke I have been using it, so if you ever get a chance to see this, just remember it's going to be far worse at End of Days. You may not even have the brain power left to be cautious of demons!"
-Dreadvan scoops the corpse up and delivers a carwreck (sit-down crucifix bomb) to it, dead center of the cell, breaking what could be the remaining bones of the poor recipient. The footage ends right there with a simple "END OF FILE."-
-The scene begins in much the same way as the wiki leaks dump footage, with the panning camera angle of the office of the lead agent. He is again busy writing on various sheets of paper in front of him, those monitors still flickering in the background. The sound of the door opening with that now familiar "CLEAR" would disrupt the scene, but again no reaction is discernible right away.
This would change however as a man in black scrambles to the desk and salutes. His body language, with it's snappiness and rigidity, can nearly tell the story. Something is amiss.-
"Uh sir If I may--"
-The man at the desk, like before would not even bother to look up, but he does respond.-
"I swear this better be important. If it's not you'll be put in a cell with Subject Zero. I'm sure you've heard he's done some decorating and I bet he would love more paint."
-The man standing would pull at his collar before offering some more words.-
"Sir, the internet has been set on fire with the recent leaks and now the populace at large is catching on that they aren't some kind of publicity stunt. We've had our best counter intel teams on the net, posting on the forums to debunk and discredit these but the wikileaks dump---"
-The man behind his desk sighs and this interrupts the monologue. He puts down his pen and rubs his eyes under his glasses.-
"I thought you said this was important. Who cares what some geeks on the internet are talking about? Now that you've wasted my time I hope you enjoy your new accomodatio-"
-As he is picking up the phone and finishing his own rant the man he was scolding would reciprocate the interruption.-
"That's not all sir. Two related reports have come in. The first is straight from Langley. The U.S.S. Thuganomic is our latest reconnaissance ship currently paroling the pacific. They've noticed an increased presence of Russian ships since the wikileaks dump and video of the backstage incident got out. While of course it can't be directly confirmed why, supposedly a few of them were sporting airplanes that are large enough to carry medium grade nuclear payloads."
-The man at the desk would put the phone back down on the receiver and instead lean back in his chair to continue listening.-
"These match reports HQ has received from top intelligence officers in Russian allied countries. These suggest a few military exercises have been conducted at rumored ICBM capable installations. Again, just after the leaks went semi-public."
"So what the hell does this really have to do with us? We're not the worlds fucking clean up crew. For God's sake we have all we can handle every few hours with subject zero. Do you know how large his movements are?"
"HQ is quite concerned the leaks have already played too many cards publicly. They also noted to them, the project looks like it's getting out of hand in the case of subject zero, and producing no results otherwise for any of the rest." Yet, they also want things to proceed as outlined in the earlier models and still full agree with your assessment."
-The man seated would lean over and grab the pen he had placed down. He isn't looking at the other but has begun twirling the writing utensil around his fingers casually.-
"So did the bean counters offer any suggestions for their double tongued analysis?"
"They did make a demand. They want subject zero to appear at a press conference ahead of the End of Days tournament."
-The man who was once lazily playing with the pen throws it across the room. He stands up briskly and slams his hands on the desk in front of his. His entire expression enraged.-
"You gotta be fucking kidding me. Even if the project was going one hundred ten percent well he would still be a mindless idiot! What the hell do they think we're doing down here? We're making weapons not fucking PR reps!"
"Regardless, they said if that demand was not met, funding would cease and the project shut down. They did not mention what would happen to staff but I think it's safe to infer."
"So I guess we are changing the world's dirty diaper then. Whatever, we have some time to figure that out. You said there was one more thing?"
-The subordinate nods and reaches into his jacket and pulls out a manila envelope. He casually flops it down onto the table.-
"Inside is a video we received from HQ, sent to them by the Russian government. As part of trying to diffuse the growing situation we have been instructed to let subject zero view it's contents in it's entirety."
-The man behind the desk would pick up the package and glance it over. He would open up the end of it and take out the tape, again taking time to inspect it. It can be certain that this thing was scanned analyzed and scrutinized of it's contents already but his own curiosity would peak,-
"I guess now we're also in charge of passing around love letters. No matter."
-He would shove the tape back in the envelope and sit back down.-
"I trust that's all?"
-The man who that was directed to simply salutes before turning around and making his way out of the room. The man behind the desk would be starting directly up at the ceiling before spinning his chair slowly. He would seemingly now be staring at the monitors, eye dead focused on one in particular.
The feed would cut briefly but pick up at a later time and another camera in the facility. It's pointed directly inside one of the cells. Inside though looks like a scene out of a butcher shop. Bits and pieces of flesh and bone are littered about, some much older than others. There's even a hunched over body pushed up into a corner in a tangled mess with a piece of crumpled paper on it's face. Blood smears would be on nearly every inch of the room. However, most of them wouldn't be just random blotches. Instead the word "DUKE" would would be poorly sketched out in various sizes and capitalization.
The man himself would be sitting with his back to the camera, almost naked, simply wearing a thong or perhaps just a thick rope but most would bother to check. Like the walls he is himself doused in blood, only a few patches of his skin not stained. On a far wall the video that Duke had prepared would be playing by means of a projector sitting outside of the cell. This is clearly what Dreadvan is preoccupied with at the moment.
The film would end and the projector would just display a still image of Duke looking at the computer camera with the message "END OF FILE." Dreadvan would sit in silence for a moment and slide his girth over to the wall and slowly slide his hand along it distorting the light. He would paw his way up the image and seemingly coddle the side of Duke's projection before suddenly launching himself backwards lying on the floor.-
"DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKEEEEEEEEE"
-Dreadvan would make and effort to move over to the cell door and use it as leverage to prop up his ever increasing size. He would still almost have his legs buckle from underneath him but would eventually find his footing. He would look right into the security camera.-
"I guess you can't stop thinking about me can you pretty boy? I'm so glad you're aware of what I've been up to and that makes me...REALLY HAPPY"
-Dreadvan would force out a hearty laugh. One a bit too hard as he begins choking and coughing. A small bone would jettison from his mouth and land on the floor before he continued.-
"As you can see...I've been thinking about you a lot too! I can't get you out of my head! Don't worry, I don't fear you oh no no no. These walls are just a reminder for me. You see despite that tough exterior you're so used to putting on, I know that's only a mask you wear. I can see right though you. Those words you sent specially for me, I can hear the truth screaming out from behind them. Like the screams I used to hear the wait staff make when I walked into a restaurant.
As big as a guy as you are you sure do love to hear yourself speak sometimes dontcha? Here you are telling me I have it made when I'm sitting in a dark cell with no sunlight, covered head to toe in filth. Usually I have a change of pants when I shit myself. That luxury is a thing of the past. How good I have it getting needles in the ass everyday. Sure is the life. I hope you're enjoying that nice cup of coffee as you tell me how good I have it drinking cans of lard.
What good is a belt when you can't even wear it around your waist anyway huh? That championship still means something to me I admit, and so does the amount of guys I've beaten to get it and keep it since. But it's not the same as before I came here. Oh no, it's all just numbers now. Numbers that I'm going to keep growing. It's going to prove to the whole world I'm a force of nature, regardless of who is pulling the strings. That will be the one thing that always stays the same. You WON'T be the one to prove it wrong."
-Dreadvan tilts his head to the side.-
"Do you know why that is Dukey? I said it earlier, because you're still hiding. You say you're proud. You say you accept your role. But we know better don't we? A man who is okay with their place in the world doesn't just sit behind a keyboard lashing out. They prove it with their actions. You say you're going to do that in the ring, but a real monster couldn't contain themselves. I know so because I am that way.
We're soooo very alike yet so different that it's getting me excited. You see when you step in that ring thinking that your natural talents will carry you again you're so wrong. You actively fight those killer instincts every day, even if don't want to admit it. You're a dog who's bitten his own leg off stepping into the arena with a hungry lion. You're going to get eaten alive."
-Dreadvan moves off the bars and goes into the corner and lifts up the limp body by an arm. He drags it over to the doors and raises the arm higher to lift it into focus. Dreadvan looks at it for a second and with his other hand flattens out the piece of paper on the face. It's a picture of Duke.-
"At least I get a few comforts. Like my new training dummy. And Duke I have been using it, so if you ever get a chance to see this, just remember it's going to be far worse at End of Days. You may not even have the brain power left to be cautious of demons!"
-Dreadvan scoops the corpse up and delivers a carwreck (sit-down crucifix bomb) to it, dead center of the cell, breaking what could be the remaining bones of the poor recipient. The footage ends right there with a simple "END OF FILE."-