Post by nbk on Aug 19, 2011 11:56:20 GMT -5
You were incredibly tired, your concerns the previous evening had been well warranted, you had barely grabbed any sleep at all last night, but it hadn't been your fault. What were you meant to do, eh? Were you just meant to switch off and ignore everything you had witnessed in the dark and dank bowel's of the UGWC arena? Everything that had been revealed to you, everything that had become so obvious, so clear. It had almost been like a revelation, that no matter how hard you fought it, it could not be ignored.
You had spent the entire night wrestling with this conundrum in your head, it had consumed you, even when your body forced you into sleep it made it's way into your dreams, causing you to awake in a cold sweat. Many truths and the many consequences that accompany them fill your thoughts, and you knew they could not just be brushed aside. To pretend you weren't aware of the obvious inevitabilities would go against everything you stood for. You had to make a choice, you could not hide from it, nor could you avoid it, your own conscious would not allow it.
You were torn between professional loyalty, and following the morale path. What you witness on an almost weekly basis now, makes it impossible for you to continue in ignorance, you had been able to pretend for so long, you allowed yourself to think of only your needs and wants, you had been able to ignore the bigger picture without guilt or shame. But not any more, not since it all came together. Prince Rudo had made it perfectly clear.
You had a choice, to protect your employers, to continue to work for them without question, to improve their product with your undoubted talents for cinematography. Or you could take the path less tread, the difficult , dangerous and winding path to the peak of morality and truth. Either continue in their conspiracy or expose them to the world. You could no longer disregard this explicit and elementary choice, it had to be made, and made soon.
It was clear which choice of the two was the morally justifiable one. To be able to sleep at night, to be able to look yourself in the eye, you should divulge the dirty secrets that are hidden from the world. You should no longer discard the facts that become apparent during shoots like the one you had yesterday. The authorities need to be contacted, they need to be made aware that UGWC is exploiting the clinically and dangerously mentally ill in search of profit and adulation. The high ground is clear, you must be the one that ensures these poor handicapped individuals, each suffering from a multitude of psychotic ailments, are given the care and comfort they deserve. They should be protected from themselves, and those that treat them like circus freaks.
But this in turn would expose you, you had been complicit with their actions for months, your reputation and career would be destroyed. You knew that the fact you were 'just following orders' wouldn't fly with the world, even if you were the whistle blower. Everything you had worked to achieve, the humiliation and stress this godforsaken company had put you through would be for naught.
Were these delusional and unstable mongoloids really worth destroying your future for? This business may disgust you, the majority involved in it may cause your stomach to turn, the very idea you are associated with them humiliating, but it was a means to an end. You would one day receive that Golden Statue for Cinematography, you would be regarded as the greatest in your field, these were just the first painful steps to the summit. Exposing them would be the road to ruin and isolation.
So on you went, with this company that made your skin crawl, in an industry you had nothing but apathy for. You had made your choice and you would milk this opportunity for all it was worth, despite the downsides, and their were many of them. For instance, not only did you now have to carry the antiquated equipment around with you, but you also had to have a stack of cue cards on you at all times. This was part of an initiative to reduce the amount of harassment claims against Jason Reeves and UGWC due to spiralling legal costs. Apparently giving the company the best shots was no longer enough, you now had to know the names of these insignificant clowns, and had to convince them you bought into their bullshit.
And to ensure this was the case, not only were they supplying us with cue cards to aid the process, they expected us be able to recall this information on demand, 'just in case'. It was a frightening waste of your mental capacity to have to even take up a minute percentage of it with these irrelevant facts, but it was also essential to continue your progression. You had no choice but to commit this inane and facile information to your memory, because you were sitting a test, one which all crew members must pass to continue in their roles through Outlast and beyond. This was a direct order from the Head of the Creative Division, it seems he didn't want his vast army of writers made to look stupid by the grunts. Moss Edwards had a lot to answer for.
Tyvola:[/b][/u] World Heavyweight Champion, born in a gutter and raised by blind, mute and deaf hobo's, seems to have a mental affliction that turns the entire world into a Live Action Role Playing game. He is a sad testament to the company, and it's fans that a man that should be behind bars, or at least in a padded cell is paraded as the pinnacle of success. He keeps women hostage as if they are his pets, yet the authorities are not concerned by this behaviour, and neither are we. There is seemingly no-one with the lack of self preservation instincts combined with skill available to dethrone him.
Alan Fernandez: Leader of Freak Show Central, which is not, as some might fairly assume, a nickname for the entire UGWC Roster. One of the most decorated One on One and Tag specialists in the world, but given those accolades are associated with many hours on Tekken it bears little relevance to his status in the company. Recently has become a possible leader to the masses, which shouldn't be nearly as surprising as it was given what the 'masses' in UGWC consist of.
Phrixus Deimos:[/u] Does the name mean anything? Possibly. Should we try and unravel what meaning it could have? Probably not. Like many in UGWC this specimen is clearly a dangerous sociopath who probably sleeps upright in a cupboard clutching a knife and a can of gold bond. However, unlike many in the company he has the good decency to leave his crazed ramblings inside of a journal, rather than inflicting it upon the those of us who have better things to do than worry about his deteriorating mental health.
Medos:[/u] Perennial underachiever is a phrase often used to describe this Englishman who clearly has issues with his visa and immigration given his many absences from UGWC shows. Has a confidence about himself that is highly unwarranted given his meagre achievements in the industry. Given his habit for self destruction is possibly more of a hindrance to any potential teamates than he is the opposition.
John Russo: One of very few people who tread into a UGWC ring that could even be considered something approaching normal. But that's just about all there is to say about him, he's an average joe, nothing awful but nothing special either. Has the potential to compete when focused, which is difficult when your a normal guy in the midst of the insanity of this company. Trust me on this one.
Gabrielle Montgomery:[/u] Wants to be taken more seriously than just a sexual object, but has never contemplated wearing longer skirts, trousers, or high cut tops. Nor does she refrain from using her feminine wiles to manipulate and coerce the men in her life. She wishes to be disassociated with sex, but that would deny her of her one true power. She has allowed her urges to control her for too long, and her brain is left lonely and under appreciated.
Travis Pierce: You ever watched one of those horrible train crashes that pass for 'News and Entertainment' Shows on Youtube and the like? When some spotty teenager tries to be funny in front of his web cam? Well put that on Steroids and you get the sad story of Travis Pierce, a man who'd be much more comfortable presenting 'The Planets Funniest Animals' or 'America's Got Talent' has to content himself with a life in sub-level entertainment. I share his pain, but he unfortunately does not share my talent. He neither excels behind the camera or in the ring, he is a warm up act for the bigger stars no matter what he does.
Johnny Blake:[/u] A cynical and realistic Londoner, who due to his years in this pitiful industry has developed the mental fortitude the like of a Veteran of the armed services. Clearly he is filled with self-loathing that this is what his life has become, that this industry is what defines him, and that hatred is more than apparent every time he inflicts pain upon his opponents.
Duncan Ryder: Almost the exact opposite of his partner Blake, Ryder is an optimistic and misguided young man. He believes the stories he tells about himself, his aspirations reaching far beyond what he is capable of. He looks to a future in this 'sport' with relish rather than the chilling realisation that any meaning in his life has now been lost.
Jet Somers: Earned honour and respect in another form of violence, and subsequently traded it for a more laughable career path. Is one of a few individuals in the company that looks well adjusted on the outside but you would be well advised to stay very close to the exit if you find yopurself alone with him. In fact you should never be alone with this gentleman, he's one bad thought away from a 'Falling Down' style breakdown.
Enigma: A rare specimen in that he actually wants to be afflicted with a mental psychosis, to the point he has attempted to create a split personality. Unfortunately this requires a personality to begin with, Enigma struggles to define himself on a daily basis, making any alter ego superfluous. The only real difference seems to be face paint and a name inspired by too much interest in pop culture. His inability to understand himself has held him back for too long, and until he finds his true path he will continue to flounder.
Kyle Tacker:[/u] He swears a lot, he drinks a lot, he fights a lot, and gets angry a lot. You would be forgiven for thinking we were talking about Russell Crowe. A man unrivalled in his skill to smuggle brass knuckles almost anywhere undetected, may have a future with one of the many South American Cartels if he looks for a career outside of the company.
Steven Stone: New to UGWC, has had a few matches but nothing noteworthy to really define him, apart from a mask that seems to change him from a nervous kid into a confident grappler. It's unknown whether it's like the Jim Carrey film 'The Mask' in which he gets up to hijinx outside of the arena. Without the mask forgettable, with the mask probably a fun drinking partner if you like drinking.
'The Cyclone' JK:[/u] A youngster who has scaled quite high in the industry, but has lost his way since kneeling to the will of another. Seemingly his obsession with making himself the best in the business can lead to him forgetting to check on the progress of his rivals, often times leaving him at a tactical disadvantage.
Prince Rudo:[/u] This individual dresses to give the impression of a Seven Foot Squid Man, that in itself should tell you all you need to know. He speaks eloquently, however the content of his messages are badly disguised pleadings for help, this is a mind that is lost. He is adamant he is a higher form of evolution, that he is the next step for humanity, if this were even remotely true, why would eh choose 'Sports Entertainment' as his launching board. Clearly one of the worst afflicted in this company.
Ezekiel Pax: Now this guy once believed he was an angel, go on, ask him. It goes without saying that he falls in the same category as the last individual. Ezekiel is a manipulator on top of the crazy, which is a truly dangerous combination. He is currently engaged in industrial action on a unregulated level which I can sympathise with.
Marek Daisuke:[/u] Speedy, a master of effective and speedy offence, and an incredibly adaptive individual. Why he associates and follows someone with clear mental delusions is a huge question mark over his head.
Alex Kiseragi:[/u] Suffered an injur that kept him out for six months, now returning to seek vengeance on his aggressor, but doesn't seem all that angry about it. Despite his successes in the past, there is still a distinct 'I'm just happy to be here' feel to this experienced competitor. He lacks the ruthlessness and aggression needed in this unforgiving world, he's already suffered the consequences for that just over six months ago, and it looks as though he has still yet to learn.
William Everknight: Irrelevant for a long time, it's a real wonder why anyone would have invited him back, even for one night. From questioning many with the company barely anyone remembers him, and those that do aren't very complimentary. It's almost as if, for some reason, his inclusion is an attempt to direct attention elsewhere for the benefit of another.
Donovan Hastings:[/u] One of the most successful individuals in the company, and without doubt one of the most batshit crazy. But unlike many in the company, Donovan's insanity is not a danger to himself or others, it is what makes him such an unpredictable character, which has served him so well in the past. And unlike many others, it's not certain that he actually buys into his own crap, and that makes him almost unparalleled in this field.
Chris Peterson:[/u] Talented rookie whose mission for revenge and justice have held him back for months. Now with that put to the side he has the chance to forge a name for himself under the tutelage of one of the sports greats. It remains to be seen however, if his youthful rebelliousness has subsided enough for him to grasp the opportunity presented to him.
Abigail Knight:[/u] New to the company, used a baseball bat with light tubes covering it on her début, clearly dangerously insane, she'll fit right in.
The Natural Born Killer:[/u] My feelings on this individual should be clear from the numerous complaints and requests for reassignment you have received. This individual shouldn't be allowed in public, let alone outside my apartment this morning babbling about 'Everyone Dancing to the tune of The Prince' before letting me leave. He's a blight on society, and something really should be done about him.
You felt dirty, having to demean yourself by learning all that inconsequential information had depressed you, but you reminded yourself of the work you were doing here, the things you could achieve. Outlast was a challenge, so many competitors, so many variables only the best in the business can keep up, and only you can make it look epic and like a masterpiece. They needed you, and they couldn't tell you you were not competent now.
Outlast would be the next step of your path to the top.
You had spent the entire night wrestling with this conundrum in your head, it had consumed you, even when your body forced you into sleep it made it's way into your dreams, causing you to awake in a cold sweat. Many truths and the many consequences that accompany them fill your thoughts, and you knew they could not just be brushed aside. To pretend you weren't aware of the obvious inevitabilities would go against everything you stood for. You had to make a choice, you could not hide from it, nor could you avoid it, your own conscious would not allow it.
You were torn between professional loyalty, and following the morale path. What you witness on an almost weekly basis now, makes it impossible for you to continue in ignorance, you had been able to pretend for so long, you allowed yourself to think of only your needs and wants, you had been able to ignore the bigger picture without guilt or shame. But not any more, not since it all came together. Prince Rudo had made it perfectly clear.
You had a choice, to protect your employers, to continue to work for them without question, to improve their product with your undoubted talents for cinematography. Or you could take the path less tread, the difficult , dangerous and winding path to the peak of morality and truth. Either continue in their conspiracy or expose them to the world. You could no longer disregard this explicit and elementary choice, it had to be made, and made soon.
It was clear which choice of the two was the morally justifiable one. To be able to sleep at night, to be able to look yourself in the eye, you should divulge the dirty secrets that are hidden from the world. You should no longer discard the facts that become apparent during shoots like the one you had yesterday. The authorities need to be contacted, they need to be made aware that UGWC is exploiting the clinically and dangerously mentally ill in search of profit and adulation. The high ground is clear, you must be the one that ensures these poor handicapped individuals, each suffering from a multitude of psychotic ailments, are given the care and comfort they deserve. They should be protected from themselves, and those that treat them like circus freaks.
But this in turn would expose you, you had been complicit with their actions for months, your reputation and career would be destroyed. You knew that the fact you were 'just following orders' wouldn't fly with the world, even if you were the whistle blower. Everything you had worked to achieve, the humiliation and stress this godforsaken company had put you through would be for naught.
Were these delusional and unstable mongoloids really worth destroying your future for? This business may disgust you, the majority involved in it may cause your stomach to turn, the very idea you are associated with them humiliating, but it was a means to an end. You would one day receive that Golden Statue for Cinematography, you would be regarded as the greatest in your field, these were just the first painful steps to the summit. Exposing them would be the road to ruin and isolation.
So on you went, with this company that made your skin crawl, in an industry you had nothing but apathy for. You had made your choice and you would milk this opportunity for all it was worth, despite the downsides, and their were many of them. For instance, not only did you now have to carry the antiquated equipment around with you, but you also had to have a stack of cue cards on you at all times. This was part of an initiative to reduce the amount of harassment claims against Jason Reeves and UGWC due to spiralling legal costs. Apparently giving the company the best shots was no longer enough, you now had to know the names of these insignificant clowns, and had to convince them you bought into their bullshit.
And to ensure this was the case, not only were they supplying us with cue cards to aid the process, they expected us be able to recall this information on demand, 'just in case'. It was a frightening waste of your mental capacity to have to even take up a minute percentage of it with these irrelevant facts, but it was also essential to continue your progression. You had no choice but to commit this inane and facile information to your memory, because you were sitting a test, one which all crew members must pass to continue in their roles through Outlast and beyond. This was a direct order from the Head of the Creative Division, it seems he didn't want his vast army of writers made to look stupid by the grunts. Moss Edwards had a lot to answer for.
*****
UGWC Crew Competency Test
All Candidates Must Write A Short Description Of Each Of The Following;
UGWC Crew Competency Test
All Candidates Must Write A Short Description Of Each Of The Following;
Tyvola:[/b][/u] World Heavyweight Champion, born in a gutter and raised by blind, mute and deaf hobo's, seems to have a mental affliction that turns the entire world into a Live Action Role Playing game. He is a sad testament to the company, and it's fans that a man that should be behind bars, or at least in a padded cell is paraded as the pinnacle of success. He keeps women hostage as if they are his pets, yet the authorities are not concerned by this behaviour, and neither are we. There is seemingly no-one with the lack of self preservation instincts combined with skill available to dethrone him.
Alan Fernandez: Leader of Freak Show Central, which is not, as some might fairly assume, a nickname for the entire UGWC Roster. One of the most decorated One on One and Tag specialists in the world, but given those accolades are associated with many hours on Tekken it bears little relevance to his status in the company. Recently has become a possible leader to the masses, which shouldn't be nearly as surprising as it was given what the 'masses' in UGWC consist of.
Phrixus Deimos:[/u] Does the name mean anything? Possibly. Should we try and unravel what meaning it could have? Probably not. Like many in UGWC this specimen is clearly a dangerous sociopath who probably sleeps upright in a cupboard clutching a knife and a can of gold bond. However, unlike many in the company he has the good decency to leave his crazed ramblings inside of a journal, rather than inflicting it upon the those of us who have better things to do than worry about his deteriorating mental health.
Medos:[/u] Perennial underachiever is a phrase often used to describe this Englishman who clearly has issues with his visa and immigration given his many absences from UGWC shows. Has a confidence about himself that is highly unwarranted given his meagre achievements in the industry. Given his habit for self destruction is possibly more of a hindrance to any potential teamates than he is the opposition.
John Russo: One of very few people who tread into a UGWC ring that could even be considered something approaching normal. But that's just about all there is to say about him, he's an average joe, nothing awful but nothing special either. Has the potential to compete when focused, which is difficult when your a normal guy in the midst of the insanity of this company. Trust me on this one.
Gabrielle Montgomery:[/u] Wants to be taken more seriously than just a sexual object, but has never contemplated wearing longer skirts, trousers, or high cut tops. Nor does she refrain from using her feminine wiles to manipulate and coerce the men in her life. She wishes to be disassociated with sex, but that would deny her of her one true power. She has allowed her urges to control her for too long, and her brain is left lonely and under appreciated.
Travis Pierce: You ever watched one of those horrible train crashes that pass for 'News and Entertainment' Shows on Youtube and the like? When some spotty teenager tries to be funny in front of his web cam? Well put that on Steroids and you get the sad story of Travis Pierce, a man who'd be much more comfortable presenting 'The Planets Funniest Animals' or 'America's Got Talent' has to content himself with a life in sub-level entertainment. I share his pain, but he unfortunately does not share my talent. He neither excels behind the camera or in the ring, he is a warm up act for the bigger stars no matter what he does.
Johnny Blake:[/u] A cynical and realistic Londoner, who due to his years in this pitiful industry has developed the mental fortitude the like of a Veteran of the armed services. Clearly he is filled with self-loathing that this is what his life has become, that this industry is what defines him, and that hatred is more than apparent every time he inflicts pain upon his opponents.
Duncan Ryder: Almost the exact opposite of his partner Blake, Ryder is an optimistic and misguided young man. He believes the stories he tells about himself, his aspirations reaching far beyond what he is capable of. He looks to a future in this 'sport' with relish rather than the chilling realisation that any meaning in his life has now been lost.
Jet Somers: Earned honour and respect in another form of violence, and subsequently traded it for a more laughable career path. Is one of a few individuals in the company that looks well adjusted on the outside but you would be well advised to stay very close to the exit if you find yopurself alone with him. In fact you should never be alone with this gentleman, he's one bad thought away from a 'Falling Down' style breakdown.
Enigma: A rare specimen in that he actually wants to be afflicted with a mental psychosis, to the point he has attempted to create a split personality. Unfortunately this requires a personality to begin with, Enigma struggles to define himself on a daily basis, making any alter ego superfluous. The only real difference seems to be face paint and a name inspired by too much interest in pop culture. His inability to understand himself has held him back for too long, and until he finds his true path he will continue to flounder.
Kyle Tacker:[/u] He swears a lot, he drinks a lot, he fights a lot, and gets angry a lot. You would be forgiven for thinking we were talking about Russell Crowe. A man unrivalled in his skill to smuggle brass knuckles almost anywhere undetected, may have a future with one of the many South American Cartels if he looks for a career outside of the company.
Steven Stone: New to UGWC, has had a few matches but nothing noteworthy to really define him, apart from a mask that seems to change him from a nervous kid into a confident grappler. It's unknown whether it's like the Jim Carrey film 'The Mask' in which he gets up to hijinx outside of the arena. Without the mask forgettable, with the mask probably a fun drinking partner if you like drinking.
'The Cyclone' JK:[/u] A youngster who has scaled quite high in the industry, but has lost his way since kneeling to the will of another. Seemingly his obsession with making himself the best in the business can lead to him forgetting to check on the progress of his rivals, often times leaving him at a tactical disadvantage.
Prince Rudo:[/u] This individual dresses to give the impression of a Seven Foot Squid Man, that in itself should tell you all you need to know. He speaks eloquently, however the content of his messages are badly disguised pleadings for help, this is a mind that is lost. He is adamant he is a higher form of evolution, that he is the next step for humanity, if this were even remotely true, why would eh choose 'Sports Entertainment' as his launching board. Clearly one of the worst afflicted in this company.
Ezekiel Pax: Now this guy once believed he was an angel, go on, ask him. It goes without saying that he falls in the same category as the last individual. Ezekiel is a manipulator on top of the crazy, which is a truly dangerous combination. He is currently engaged in industrial action on a unregulated level which I can sympathise with.
Marek Daisuke:[/u] Speedy, a master of effective and speedy offence, and an incredibly adaptive individual. Why he associates and follows someone with clear mental delusions is a huge question mark over his head.
Alex Kiseragi:[/u] Suffered an injur that kept him out for six months, now returning to seek vengeance on his aggressor, but doesn't seem all that angry about it. Despite his successes in the past, there is still a distinct 'I'm just happy to be here' feel to this experienced competitor. He lacks the ruthlessness and aggression needed in this unforgiving world, he's already suffered the consequences for that just over six months ago, and it looks as though he has still yet to learn.
William Everknight: Irrelevant for a long time, it's a real wonder why anyone would have invited him back, even for one night. From questioning many with the company barely anyone remembers him, and those that do aren't very complimentary. It's almost as if, for some reason, his inclusion is an attempt to direct attention elsewhere for the benefit of another.
Donovan Hastings:[/u] One of the most successful individuals in the company, and without doubt one of the most batshit crazy. But unlike many in the company, Donovan's insanity is not a danger to himself or others, it is what makes him such an unpredictable character, which has served him so well in the past. And unlike many others, it's not certain that he actually buys into his own crap, and that makes him almost unparalleled in this field.
Chris Peterson:[/u] Talented rookie whose mission for revenge and justice have held him back for months. Now with that put to the side he has the chance to forge a name for himself under the tutelage of one of the sports greats. It remains to be seen however, if his youthful rebelliousness has subsided enough for him to grasp the opportunity presented to him.
Abigail Knight:[/u] New to the company, used a baseball bat with light tubes covering it on her début, clearly dangerously insane, she'll fit right in.
The Natural Born Killer:[/u] My feelings on this individual should be clear from the numerous complaints and requests for reassignment you have received. This individual shouldn't be allowed in public, let alone outside my apartment this morning babbling about 'Everyone Dancing to the tune of The Prince' before letting me leave. He's a blight on society, and something really should be done about him.
***End Of Assessment***
[/size][/center]You felt dirty, having to demean yourself by learning all that inconsequential information had depressed you, but you reminded yourself of the work you were doing here, the things you could achieve. Outlast was a challenge, so many competitors, so many variables only the best in the business can keep up, and only you can make it look epic and like a masterpiece. They needed you, and they couldn't tell you you were not competent now.
Outlast would be the next step of your path to the top.
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