Post by nbk on Jul 28, 2011 14:00:18 GMT -5
It seemed every time UGWC went into hiatus you thanked the powers that be for the time off. In the past you had been recovering from illnesses, injuries and fatigue, this time however you had spent the week hiding in your apartment. You're...behaviour at your nephews christening party a couple of weeks ago had left many people angry and bemused, yourself included. Whilst everyone else had been celebrating, in a dignified and responsible manner, the birth of the latest member of your dysfunctional clan, you had been acting as if you were at a College Keg party crossed with a Pagan Ritual. In short you had really embarrassed yourself this time.
Luckily no-one at UGWC knew of the events of that fateful night, and you had only the fiercest hangover you had ever experienced to contend with as you helped In Your Hands get committed to celluloid, you can't imagine how you would have got through the night had you not been able to fiorget about the crippling shame you had brought upon yourself. The four day hangover you experienced didn't really feel like a fitting punishment.
However, even after a week of contemplation you could not explain a single one of your actions, no idea why you urinated in the pot plant, and no inkling of why you dry humped your Great Aunt Winnie. It was completely uncharacteristic behaviour,their was no rational explanation for any of this, and that was clearly a worry.
But it was a worry you had to put to the back of your mind, it was the start of another month and that meant more chances to embed yourself within the successes of the company. Despite the fact you loathed the industry, you had begun to make a name for yourself within your profession, you had caught crowd reactions during In Your Hands that had people praising your anticipation and vision. For all this company's faults, you were making the absolute most out of the hand you had been dealt, it might be an unlikely path, but it would eventually lead to you being one of the worlds most respected cinematographers...as long as you avoided alcohol for the rest of your life.
As ever during the first week back there was a lot of preperation work to be done for the first show back, and Harevy had informed you that he was delegating some of his responsibilities to you, it was going to be your job to prepare nearly a third of the crew for the coming Synergy. This is what you'd been waiting for, the chance to finally show you could direct other people into capturing the kind of shots you delivered consistently. You had thought they may not have realised the potential you had to improve the product by giving you responsibility, maybe you'd been wrong.
You spent the first hour or so plotting various positions for your team, to best capture the feeling inside the arena, you were determined that the decisions you made would drastically alter the impact of the show, and give it a really authentic feel, bring the viewers into the crowd through their monitors. It was a huge target to aim for, but you knew you could deliver. As you stood surveying the vast floor, it suddenly struck you that a change of filter for some crowd shots could really accentuate things. So you quickly turned and headed down towards the equipment room to find where they were stored.
You hadn't been this excited for a while, not since WrestleStock, you felt like a child in a toy shop, so many possibilities had opened up for you, and it was about time, you may have shamed your personal reputation, but professionally you deserved this opportunity. As you rummaged through the filters you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the excitement had caused you to come up in goosebumps, the adrenalin really flowing now. In this heightened state you sense something move behind you, and then hear the breathing. You quickly reach for a spare Camera and tripod...
Swing it around...
And start to roll.
The Killer strands, head hanging breathing heavily.
Where is The Circle?..Why do they elude us? The Screams know, they are well aware they idnored them at a price...now they are curious and shamed. I have never felt them in so much anguish...this...this...
He holds the Chaos Title up.
This does...nothing to satiate them, it does nothing to comfort them, for it means nothing to them! Many days ago, they experienced something they have been ignorant of for so long...they became prey to a greater form of anguish and pain. The Circle engulfed them, there was no dancing for they were not prepared, my Passengers were confused...and frightened. They had done so much...the force the Killer not to contemplate the hope that Rudo represented....that they let The Circle rip their dignity, confidence and strength from them, because they were not prepared...for the hunt to invert itself.
Now they scream for answers...scream to be enlightened...because now The Killers darkest mind squatters, have screams of their own. They are in a state they do not understand, they cannot contemplate...and for so long the answers have been simple for them...but now they are presented by The Circle...they cannot get a grip...no purchase upon what they have stumbled across in their search for the Dance to end them all.
The likes of Paul Cockatoo, are simple to observe, simple to approach, and simple in the head. The Screams can take his overly apparent inadequacies and tear him apart from the inside out. He fulfils so many pathetic stereotypes in everything the does, that we would feel dirty turning him into yet another stereotype...the much used Lamb to the Slaughter cliché. Dancing with Coackatoo, does not present the Screams with anything they wish to achieve, he is as inconsequential as the piece of metal I carry with me, and every other obvious member of this realm. All that matters to them is The Circle...and the questions they pose. No longer do they fear the answers...like The Killer they see the hope for freedom, for redemption in the Circle and Prince Rudo...
If at Synergy, it proves that Paul Cockatoo stands in the way of us becoming enlightened, he may find that this is the last time he will offend the sensibilities of the universe. If he wants to move from his acquaintances shadows and take this Chaos Championship...there has never been a better time. The Screams and The Killer are distracted, the gold no longer holds what it once did for us, what it may hold for us again...if Cockatoo fails this time, is there any point in continuing? On Monday The Natural Born Killer, most likely won't be The Most Dangerous Rumour You've Never Heard...because The Killer and The Screams....are chasing a rumour of our own.
And with that The Killer departs..
And you stop rolling.
That was one of his more convenient visitations you think to yourself, you have a lot to do at the moment and you can't have him springing out of the cracks at the wrong time. All you had to do now was find those filters, and then start your path to the top. And then write that apology letter to your sister...
Luckily no-one at UGWC knew of the events of that fateful night, and you had only the fiercest hangover you had ever experienced to contend with as you helped In Your Hands get committed to celluloid, you can't imagine how you would have got through the night had you not been able to fiorget about the crippling shame you had brought upon yourself. The four day hangover you experienced didn't really feel like a fitting punishment.
However, even after a week of contemplation you could not explain a single one of your actions, no idea why you urinated in the pot plant, and no inkling of why you dry humped your Great Aunt Winnie. It was completely uncharacteristic behaviour,their was no rational explanation for any of this, and that was clearly a worry.
But it was a worry you had to put to the back of your mind, it was the start of another month and that meant more chances to embed yourself within the successes of the company. Despite the fact you loathed the industry, you had begun to make a name for yourself within your profession, you had caught crowd reactions during In Your Hands that had people praising your anticipation and vision. For all this company's faults, you were making the absolute most out of the hand you had been dealt, it might be an unlikely path, but it would eventually lead to you being one of the worlds most respected cinematographers...as long as you avoided alcohol for the rest of your life.
As ever during the first week back there was a lot of preperation work to be done for the first show back, and Harevy had informed you that he was delegating some of his responsibilities to you, it was going to be your job to prepare nearly a third of the crew for the coming Synergy. This is what you'd been waiting for, the chance to finally show you could direct other people into capturing the kind of shots you delivered consistently. You had thought they may not have realised the potential you had to improve the product by giving you responsibility, maybe you'd been wrong.
You spent the first hour or so plotting various positions for your team, to best capture the feeling inside the arena, you were determined that the decisions you made would drastically alter the impact of the show, and give it a really authentic feel, bring the viewers into the crowd through their monitors. It was a huge target to aim for, but you knew you could deliver. As you stood surveying the vast floor, it suddenly struck you that a change of filter for some crowd shots could really accentuate things. So you quickly turned and headed down towards the equipment room to find where they were stored.
You hadn't been this excited for a while, not since WrestleStock, you felt like a child in a toy shop, so many possibilities had opened up for you, and it was about time, you may have shamed your personal reputation, but professionally you deserved this opportunity. As you rummaged through the filters you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the excitement had caused you to come up in goosebumps, the adrenalin really flowing now. In this heightened state you sense something move behind you, and then hear the breathing. You quickly reach for a spare Camera and tripod...
Swing it around...
And start to roll.
The Killer strands, head hanging breathing heavily.
Where is The Circle?..Why do they elude us? The Screams know, they are well aware they idnored them at a price...now they are curious and shamed. I have never felt them in so much anguish...this...this...
He holds the Chaos Title up.
This does...nothing to satiate them, it does nothing to comfort them, for it means nothing to them! Many days ago, they experienced something they have been ignorant of for so long...they became prey to a greater form of anguish and pain. The Circle engulfed them, there was no dancing for they were not prepared, my Passengers were confused...and frightened. They had done so much...the force the Killer not to contemplate the hope that Rudo represented....that they let The Circle rip their dignity, confidence and strength from them, because they were not prepared...for the hunt to invert itself.
Now they scream for answers...scream to be enlightened...because now The Killers darkest mind squatters, have screams of their own. They are in a state they do not understand, they cannot contemplate...and for so long the answers have been simple for them...but now they are presented by The Circle...they cannot get a grip...no purchase upon what they have stumbled across in their search for the Dance to end them all.
The likes of Paul Cockatoo, are simple to observe, simple to approach, and simple in the head. The Screams can take his overly apparent inadequacies and tear him apart from the inside out. He fulfils so many pathetic stereotypes in everything the does, that we would feel dirty turning him into yet another stereotype...the much used Lamb to the Slaughter cliché. Dancing with Coackatoo, does not present the Screams with anything they wish to achieve, he is as inconsequential as the piece of metal I carry with me, and every other obvious member of this realm. All that matters to them is The Circle...and the questions they pose. No longer do they fear the answers...like The Killer they see the hope for freedom, for redemption in the Circle and Prince Rudo...
If at Synergy, it proves that Paul Cockatoo stands in the way of us becoming enlightened, he may find that this is the last time he will offend the sensibilities of the universe. If he wants to move from his acquaintances shadows and take this Chaos Championship...there has never been a better time. The Screams and The Killer are distracted, the gold no longer holds what it once did for us, what it may hold for us again...if Cockatoo fails this time, is there any point in continuing? On Monday The Natural Born Killer, most likely won't be The Most Dangerous Rumour You've Never Heard...because The Killer and The Screams....are chasing a rumour of our own.
And with that The Killer departs..
And you stop rolling.
That was one of his more convenient visitations you think to yourself, you have a lot to do at the moment and you can't have him springing out of the cracks at the wrong time. All you had to do now was find those filters, and then start your path to the top. And then write that apology letter to your sister...