Post by Ragnarok on Oct 13, 2023 18:09:57 GMT -5
It was Friday the 13th. The bubbles raised up from Crystal Lake. The monster that was trapped in the dark abyss awoke. Once a year on Friday the 13th the legendary Ragnarök rose up to inflict fear and pain into all of those he contacted. Everyone at the lake was enjoying a beautiful day. Nothing seemed out of place. Being it was October the lake wasn't a popular destination for swimming, so the bubbles went unnoticed. Laughter could be heard all around. The woods fill of joy. A bonfire worthy of a king was being held that evening. As the sun went down the bubbles got more frequent. The last bit of sun sank into the horizon as the chains rattled in the abyss below.
They shattered with ease as the strength of Ragnarök was displayed. He quietly floats to the top of the lake not wanting to be noticed. His head pops out of the water seeing the glow in the distance from the fire. Swimming quietly to the other side of the lake he finally appeared out of the water.
The machete at his side the water dripped form his body. Dormant for all these years only to be released by the full mood. He stood at the water's edge near the woods as his familiar voice spoke.
October is the month of fright. It is where evil always comes out on top. It is the one month out of the year where everyone wants to be consumed by the darkness. I rose from the abyss of Crystal Lake to prove how powerful I can be. I'm the darkest individual mind, body and soul. No one understands my mind. The world will never be my friend and that's fine with me. I'm the immortal Ragnarök. All my ancestors are gone but I cannot be slayed. I've been shot, stabbed, decapitated and electrocuted and yet I continue to cast fear into all of these weak-minded individuals. Enjoy your little bonfire children because soon I am coming.
He stood in silence as he watched the leader of the camp stand near the fire and tell the infamous story.
Leader: Have you ever wondered what is in the deepest part of the lake? What monsters await to gather you up and make you disappear forever?
The kids body language changed as he continued.
None of you are old enough to remember what this lake or camp represents. You see for the longest time an evil man was chained to the bottom of this lake. No one wanted him around and knew that he was nothing but trouble. However, something happened many years ago on this date and he found a way to escape. Rumor has it he still lives to this day hiding in these woods surrounding the camp. Only coming out on Friday the 13th to kill. His name is Ragnarök and right now he could be stalking us from a distance waiting for us to be alone before he strikes. Rumor is he could be at the bottom of the lake waiting to rise when we least expect it, but rest assure, I will protect you though because Ragnarök is only strong if we let him be.
Some kids started to cry as the leader turned his attention to them and changed his mood.
Don't cry children because as you can see, we are here in the open exposed and each of you are safe. That is because the story I spoke was made up not just to scare you poor children but to control the way you think about stuff. You see kids even as an adult we battle with monsters on a different level but I'm strong enough to know what is fake and real. I'm able to overcome them without issue. However, for young children it can be a challenge and overwhelming at times. I'm here to tell you that you guys are our future and that you can overcome anything if you just believe in yourself. I know this story seems a little intense my dear children. However, I told you that story to give you this lesson. Our minds are an amazing tool. We can think anything into creation if we desire. So, the rumors about monsters under the bed, down in the lake or in the woods are simply made to scare us. I know you are too young to realize this but if you stand up to the "monsters" that exist in your life all of them will disappear. Let me share my story with you as an example.
He sits on the ground with the kids. Ragnarök starts to walk slow stalking his victims. Avoiding the moonlight to hide his identity. Eventually the evil man stood in a shadow behind a tree only five hundred feet from everyone. The leader kept telling his story as Ragnarök listened with a smile on his face.
I was always told that the entire month of October was evil. No matter what I did or who I was with my parents and family warned me to be on the lookout for evil spirits. So, each October for thirty-one days I would be afraid to leave my house. I thought everything was out to get me even Halloween was tricky for me. I truly believed that anything I wore would hold me captive and I would become this creature forever.
One of the older kids looked at camp leader.
Kid: So, what changed?
Leader: That is a great question. You see it all changed one Halloween when I came here. My parents thought it would be a great idea to try and control my mind completely with the horrible stories about Camp Crystal Lake but when I arrived and had a discussion with my counselor about what my biggest fear was. He reassured me that monsters don't exist and that the main purpose of the month is to have fun and scare people. I know it seems like a lot, but this place exists because of the Ragnarök story. Yet if you ask any adult who stays here year around, they will tell you that nothing fun happens here. No sounds can be heard and it's a great place to be.
The fire blazes behind him. The Crack, Snapple and Pop echoes into the air as he stands up in front of the fire the kids only seeing a shadow at this point.
I came here to speak with you young men and women because the world doesn't care who they hurt and mess with, but the mind is the strongest muscle we have. I don't want you leaving this camp thinking that you are might to be in fear of the unknown because that's not the case. Don't get me wrong the unknown is scary but knowing that you can overcome anything is the purpose of my talk. Don't be afraid to speak up and let someone know that you are there for them.
Suddenly Ragnarök spoke to the surprise of the crowd.
Fear is real my dear children. Your leader stands there trying to be fearless and protect you, but you see tonight is my reckoning. I have come back on this night for one purpose. It is to let the world know that I will not stop until my empire is built once more. The world deserves to have pain and blood spilled throughout the land. This makes all of you my victims tonight because I do not care who I hurt and by what means. The future will know the untold story of Ragnarök even when I am dormant waiting patiently for the next full moon on Friday the 13th. So, I suggest you run and try to hide because I will hunt each of you down and make an example of you. No matter what your family thinks about me I will be the reason they can't sleep so have a great Friday the 13th.
The kids start to scream. The leaders struggle to control the chaos. Ragnarök laughed loudly as it echoed throughout the region. He left the left the woods walking toward the children. Machete at the ready most of them frozen in fear. He raised it high in the air as Ragnarök woke up laying on the ground inside a cemetery.
Ragnarök: Weird dream.
He sat up as a light rain hit his face. It was still Friday the 13th, and the sun was rising in the horizon. The young man stood up walking to a nearby grave with a familiar name written in stone.
Ragnarök: This is your future Sam Chatman. It is up to me how long I allow you to suffer. You've had a great run in WGWF, but this is the first time you have ever faced me and sadly it will be your last. Your name is known throughout the world. You have had battles with some of the biggest names in this company and throughout the industry but none of them have wanted you dead. They respected you enough to keep you around. When it comes to me though the world will be better without you. My power will continue to grow as I eliminate the competition. Soon WGWF will have another problem on their hand because when I am the sole victor of the Cannabis Cup, I'll get my long-awaited world title opportunity.
He looks down at the grave spitting on it over and over.
I have told my story exactly how I wanted for the last year. I'm not one to make friends easily as you know. I always keep my enemies closer and betray all of those who try to be nice. I have a history of violence in my bloodline and it's up to me to finish the chapter. Your objective is to stop me and to tell the story in your narrative but see Mr. Chatman your story is boring. The story you want to tell isn't going to intrigue the minds of others like mine has. When my name is mentioned, people want to know what is going on and how it will end. There are so many layers to my story that have not been told. You were not meant to be a chapter in my book but consider yourself lucky young man. It will be the quickest chapter of my career.
He walks to the front of the tombstone and kneels.
I'm not sure if this is a relative of yours or not but if so, I can understand why they wanted to leave this world. They were ashamed of the bloodline and knowing the future wasn't bright they tried to change history. Unfortunately, they failed because you were born and have never lived up to expectations. The moment I heard WGWF signed you I laughed. What was so great about you that we had to fear you? Some of us like yours truly is blessed with ability and battle tested from a young child.
He looked around as a storm started to rage.
Let's switch the subject though because the world doesn't care about me or you beating the living hell out of each other. The world wants to know what beating you in this tournament will mean for the power shift in WGWF. It means that no one will look at you the same way. They will hear your name and scoff at you knowing that Ragnarök was better. Your reputation will be nothing compared to before. You will be knocked down to size by a warrior that has violence in his veins. I will see you soon enough as the world gets another shocking result when I beat Sam Chatman and advance to the Cannabis Cup final. When all this started, I was just another name now I'm THE name carrying the tournament. Welcome to hell Sam Chatman you're on my terms now and I'll release you when ready.
He stood up and kicked the tombstone knocking it over and walking away.
OOC: Sorry for the short showing. Had a stressful week and heading to my reunion of the weekend. Good luck to Sam