Post by The Mighty Mjaeder! on Jan 15, 2011 22:12:22 GMT -5
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown… MWAHAHAHAHA!”
***
“NO EXCUSES, GOD DAMN IT! I WANT… THAT… CROWN!”
Mr. Honkonen was furious. It didn’t matter that his creation was surpassing all expectations, that terror gripped the streets in its cold iron grip, that Fearzilla crushed heroes and monsters alike with each successive battle… the elusive crown that could fuel his minion to astronomical grasps eluded him. One of the wealthiest men in the world, Honkonen was used to taking whatever he wanted by whatever force was necessary. Any defying his well made his blood boil. He was not a man you want to be around when ruled by his ire…
“Did you hear me, God damn it!?” Honkonen bellowed, “I want that crown, and I want it now! No delays, no excuses!”
The beleaguered staff of Honkonen’s secret facility shrunk before him, none willing to offer so much as a word in response. Honkonen was more than willing to provide words of his own.
“Get it done, or head’s will roll! Get it done, by any means necessary! If you have to tear all of Tokyo to the ground, bring me that crown!”
“Master…” the voice echoed through the facility’s PA system. Honkonen spun to the communications console as the channel to Fearzilla’s lair opened, “The crown will be yours soon, I promise you… Leave it to me…”
Honkonen smiled maliciously as Fearzilla’s image faded from the communication array, “Apparently you need my blood in your veins to get anything done around here…”
***
The Tokyo skyscape stretched out below, lights illuminating streets and skyscrapers as citizens hurried about their various duties, many casting fearful glances over their shoulders, terrified of what could arrive at any moment.
“Just look at them,” Fearzilla whispered softly, almost seductively to an unseen listener, “Soft, weak, ignorant… Totally unable to care for or defend themselves, and totally unwilling to recognize those who act on their behalf… You stand up, you do ‘the right thing,’ you defend them at the cost of your own personal peril… and they never respect you for it… They mock you behind your back, they call you a joke… They don’t trust you to do what you’ve already proven you could do, what they so obviously couldn’t do on their own… Instead they put their faith in a vain, pompous, vainglorious man who stands as their ‘hero’ only to satisfy his own endless ego and quest for personal glory… They deny an honest and steadfast defender and embrace style without substance… they trust their most valuable possession to him rather than you, and why? Because he is ‘pretty’ by their pathetic standards… because he is what a hero ‘should’ be… Because he is something they can accept and understand…. And in his endless quest for self gratification, he feeds on their adoration, and seeks to destroy you, brutally beating you to steal what is rightfully yours…. That is the man who is supposed to be the greatest of us? That is the man that they choose to follow? And that is the man that they now expect you to stand beside? … Don’t listen to them a moment longer! Turn your backs on their ungrateful faces… and chart your own path to greatness…”
***
A vending machine sporting a (magic) top hat and running on newly acquired legs barreled down a city street, spitting soda cans at the poor, unsuspecting child who tried to get himself a tasty beverage. A moment after its passage, Super Slosh sprinted after it frantically.
“GET BACK HERE WITH MY FUCKING HAT! … I NEED IT FOR SWEETNESS! … It’s so worth it… even with the splinters on my cock…”
Slosh sprinted out of sight.
“This one will be no problem,” Fearzilla mused, “He may consider himself a force of light, but his antics and idiocy do more to inspire chaos than the intricate plans of most villains… He is not a threat, but a tool to be utilized, a tool that I will expertly wield upon my enemies…”
***
Standing several miles remove from his target, Fearzilla cast his gaze towards the facility which housed the Mech giving Thorn the power to stand as a hero in a sea of monsters. Eyes focused on the structure with deadline clarity, Fearzilla projected his voice, and his thoughts, passed its walls….
“A great day for you, Thorn, a great victory… You won the crown, and proved you are the greatest. You are Tokyo’s true hero… Or are you? What, pray tell, have you really done? The crown was safe long before you got involved. It was out of Dr. Red’s reach, away from the hands of any monsters… So what did you do? You needlessly attacked a heroic soul… You wantonly unleashed violence and destruction onto the streets of a nation that could scarce stand another open wound across its bruised and battered face… You destroyed a valiant protector of this land, mind, body, and soul, rubbed the faithful citizens of this land of his services, rubbed him of his identity, of his very self… The city stands weaker because of it, the crown in more danger than ever. All because your vanity had to be satisfied… Maybe… maybe you’re not the hero you’re made out to be, Brian Thorn, and maybe… maybe people are finally starting to realized it… including yourself… The king is dead, Mr. Thorn… Long live the king…”
***
“MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
***
“NO EXCUSES, GOD DAMN IT! I WANT… THAT… CROWN!”
Mr. Honkonen was furious. It didn’t matter that his creation was surpassing all expectations, that terror gripped the streets in its cold iron grip, that Fearzilla crushed heroes and monsters alike with each successive battle… the elusive crown that could fuel his minion to astronomical grasps eluded him. One of the wealthiest men in the world, Honkonen was used to taking whatever he wanted by whatever force was necessary. Any defying his well made his blood boil. He was not a man you want to be around when ruled by his ire…
“Did you hear me, God damn it!?” Honkonen bellowed, “I want that crown, and I want it now! No delays, no excuses!”
The beleaguered staff of Honkonen’s secret facility shrunk before him, none willing to offer so much as a word in response. Honkonen was more than willing to provide words of his own.
“Get it done, or head’s will roll! Get it done, by any means necessary! If you have to tear all of Tokyo to the ground, bring me that crown!”
“Master…” the voice echoed through the facility’s PA system. Honkonen spun to the communications console as the channel to Fearzilla’s lair opened, “The crown will be yours soon, I promise you… Leave it to me…”
Honkonen smiled maliciously as Fearzilla’s image faded from the communication array, “Apparently you need my blood in your veins to get anything done around here…”
***
The Tokyo skyscape stretched out below, lights illuminating streets and skyscrapers as citizens hurried about their various duties, many casting fearful glances over their shoulders, terrified of what could arrive at any moment.
“Just look at them,” Fearzilla whispered softly, almost seductively to an unseen listener, “Soft, weak, ignorant… Totally unable to care for or defend themselves, and totally unwilling to recognize those who act on their behalf… You stand up, you do ‘the right thing,’ you defend them at the cost of your own personal peril… and they never respect you for it… They mock you behind your back, they call you a joke… They don’t trust you to do what you’ve already proven you could do, what they so obviously couldn’t do on their own… Instead they put their faith in a vain, pompous, vainglorious man who stands as their ‘hero’ only to satisfy his own endless ego and quest for personal glory… They deny an honest and steadfast defender and embrace style without substance… they trust their most valuable possession to him rather than you, and why? Because he is ‘pretty’ by their pathetic standards… because he is what a hero ‘should’ be… Because he is something they can accept and understand…. And in his endless quest for self gratification, he feeds on their adoration, and seeks to destroy you, brutally beating you to steal what is rightfully yours…. That is the man who is supposed to be the greatest of us? That is the man that they choose to follow? And that is the man that they now expect you to stand beside? … Don’t listen to them a moment longer! Turn your backs on their ungrateful faces… and chart your own path to greatness…”
***
A vending machine sporting a (magic) top hat and running on newly acquired legs barreled down a city street, spitting soda cans at the poor, unsuspecting child who tried to get himself a tasty beverage. A moment after its passage, Super Slosh sprinted after it frantically.
“GET BACK HERE WITH MY FUCKING HAT! … I NEED IT FOR SWEETNESS! … It’s so worth it… even with the splinters on my cock…”
Slosh sprinted out of sight.
“This one will be no problem,” Fearzilla mused, “He may consider himself a force of light, but his antics and idiocy do more to inspire chaos than the intricate plans of most villains… He is not a threat, but a tool to be utilized, a tool that I will expertly wield upon my enemies…”
***
Standing several miles remove from his target, Fearzilla cast his gaze towards the facility which housed the Mech giving Thorn the power to stand as a hero in a sea of monsters. Eyes focused on the structure with deadline clarity, Fearzilla projected his voice, and his thoughts, passed its walls….
“A great day for you, Thorn, a great victory… You won the crown, and proved you are the greatest. You are Tokyo’s true hero… Or are you? What, pray tell, have you really done? The crown was safe long before you got involved. It was out of Dr. Red’s reach, away from the hands of any monsters… So what did you do? You needlessly attacked a heroic soul… You wantonly unleashed violence and destruction onto the streets of a nation that could scarce stand another open wound across its bruised and battered face… You destroyed a valiant protector of this land, mind, body, and soul, rubbed the faithful citizens of this land of his services, rubbed him of his identity, of his very self… The city stands weaker because of it, the crown in more danger than ever. All because your vanity had to be satisfied… Maybe… maybe you’re not the hero you’re made out to be, Brian Thorn, and maybe… maybe people are finally starting to realized it… including yourself… The king is dead, Mr. Thorn… Long live the king…”
***
“MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
