Post by The Bastard Corey Bull on Sept 25, 2023 23:58:23 GMT -5
The lights suddenly dim and white noise crackles and hums in the speaker system till a silence is heard. People that were starting to get up and leave stop. There is a piano, playing a soft tune in the background. Something haunting and beautiful, dark and mysterious, arousing and devastating. On the screen facing the arena are images, old ones. We see doctors from the black and white silent film era working on patients, images of women working in the factories during World War II, smiling GI's standing next to the bombs that drop on Japan, and other images that seem a mixture of normal and demented. The images stop, all you see is the night sky. A voice speaks to you, something deep and hypnotic, like a preacher or a cult leader.
"They do not know what we are."
"But soon you will...soon you will fully understand what we are."
A laugh, a pause, something.
"It has been a long time since we walked the halls. While this place is new, the stories are the same. The words, the corruption, it is a plague where it should not be."
"And yet it taints this place."
A breathe.
"This is why we exist. We are your hope when all hope is lost. Your shepherd in a world of sheep."
"We are the color in your black and white world. We have never truly been gone, nor have we been forgotten. We are not the new face of fear, for we have always been. We are the savior you didn't know you needed."
A laugh, the sounds of children crying, the world breathing a sigh of relief.
"Please do not run, you will just be tired when we catch you. For we are unwavering, unstopping in our quest."
"Who are we you ask? What are we is more like it. And like everyone else, you are going to have to wait and see."
A long and deep laugh, something sinister and insane, yet filled with a sick happiness.
"WE"
"ARE"
"COMING"
"ARE"
"COMING"
The screen returns to the white noise and the static fills the speakers before it suddenly stops and the lights return.