Post by Alek Shades on Feb 6, 2020 12:52:35 GMT -5
A man in a black TOOL hoodie stands beneath an LED light strip which continually steps across the color spectrum. His head is bowed and behind him are shelves stocked with new age trinkets. Lava lamps, crystals, prismatic triangles, all cause the light to dance and dazzle around the mysterious being. After a few seconds of puzzling stillness he raises his head, but reveals only a face shrouded by a ski mask illuminated by seemingly glowing yellow eyes.
“Ok Alek, you can do this,” he mumbles under his breath. “Get into character. Give the people what they want. They want a freak, and I am a freak. I will embrace their cheers and accept their questioning stares. This is just what I have to do to get my shit together. No turning back now.” He takes a moment to psyche himself up, clear his throat, clench his fists, and focus. He turns his phone on and starts recording.
After a few seconds of puzzling stillness he raises his head, but reveals only a face shrouded by a ski mask illuminated by seemingly glowing yellow eyes. “Hello Action Wrestling.” A deep and contorted voice radiates from bhind the mouthless mask. “I’m afraid my presence in this form signifies that everything has come true. The prophecies, the nightmares, the promises, the warnings, all of them. By inhabiting this mortal vessel, allowing your ocular organs to bend the light which flows both around and over, I am become Vision, the harbinger of Time Eternal.”
The masked man reaches behind him, picks up a prismatic pyramid and turns to the camera. “There have always been signs to guide you on your path to salvation. Yet the likes of you, Alice and La Gama Blanca, are too blinded by your inhibitions to reveal to yourselves the Fortress of Unity. How can you storm the walls and capture the treasure within when you cannot even see your objective? And yet I see within you, two very different, but very symbiotic natures.”
He twirls the pyramid, translucent and tye dye colored, in his hand, allowing the myriad of lights around him to penetrate the ethereal channels and reenter the void of space. “With this object, I am capable of more than seeing the future, I can go so far as to feel it. All thirteen senses are at my disposal. Alice, I feel you, all of your brutality and shocking disregard for human nature. La Gama, I feel your quirky stubbornness and refusal to submit to overwhelming odds. You both have a unique means of disregarding the preconceptions that lesser beings would assign to you based solely on superficial assessments.
“I am capable of a deeper understanding of your heightened capabilities and your critical shortcomings. When I bathe you both in the cleansing essence of hyperreality, you will no longer be able to run from the enveloping lines of reason. You both possess boundless radiant potential, but as above, so below. Just as within you, within me, and therefore, within the Great Lattice. As such, I preemptively reveal myself to all who are currently in tune to this neural network.”
Alek returns the pyramid to the shelf. He slowly lowers his hood, then, dramatically, pulls off his ski mask to reveal the bizarre tattooed face behind it. “I am the entity known as Alek Shades. Even when the ashes coalesce and the blood and fire coagulate, I cannot be defined, so I shall summarize myself for your benefit. Both of you claim to have experience as the outlier in the mean of mortality. You’ve been ostracized and othered by the so called normal for your height or your uniquely reckless personality. I do not doubt your lived experiences. Despite this, I present to you my web of realities. I have suffered as none have suffered, and from it, I have become stronger, and I shall prevail.”
Just out of frame, a voice speaks up, accompanied by a seemingly disembodied arm pointing at Alek. “Uh, sir, do you have a permit? Did you get permission to film here?”
“Permission? I’m just, just a quick,” Alek stammers.
“You can’t just walk into a Spencer’s ‘n start, like, filming, man.”
“Ok Alek, you can do this,” he mumbles under his breath. “Get into character. Give the people what they want. They want a freak, and I am a freak. I will embrace their cheers and accept their questioning stares. This is just what I have to do to get my shit together. No turning back now.” He takes a moment to psyche himself up, clear his throat, clench his fists, and focus. He turns his phone on and starts recording.
After a few seconds of puzzling stillness he raises his head, but reveals only a face shrouded by a ski mask illuminated by seemingly glowing yellow eyes. “Hello Action Wrestling.” A deep and contorted voice radiates from bhind the mouthless mask. “I’m afraid my presence in this form signifies that everything has come true. The prophecies, the nightmares, the promises, the warnings, all of them. By inhabiting this mortal vessel, allowing your ocular organs to bend the light which flows both around and over, I am become Vision, the harbinger of Time Eternal.”
The masked man reaches behind him, picks up a prismatic pyramid and turns to the camera. “There have always been signs to guide you on your path to salvation. Yet the likes of you, Alice and La Gama Blanca, are too blinded by your inhibitions to reveal to yourselves the Fortress of Unity. How can you storm the walls and capture the treasure within when you cannot even see your objective? And yet I see within you, two very different, but very symbiotic natures.”
He twirls the pyramid, translucent and tye dye colored, in his hand, allowing the myriad of lights around him to penetrate the ethereal channels and reenter the void of space. “With this object, I am capable of more than seeing the future, I can go so far as to feel it. All thirteen senses are at my disposal. Alice, I feel you, all of your brutality and shocking disregard for human nature. La Gama, I feel your quirky stubbornness and refusal to submit to overwhelming odds. You both have a unique means of disregarding the preconceptions that lesser beings would assign to you based solely on superficial assessments.
“I am capable of a deeper understanding of your heightened capabilities and your critical shortcomings. When I bathe you both in the cleansing essence of hyperreality, you will no longer be able to run from the enveloping lines of reason. You both possess boundless radiant potential, but as above, so below. Just as within you, within me, and therefore, within the Great Lattice. As such, I preemptively reveal myself to all who are currently in tune to this neural network.”
Alek returns the pyramid to the shelf. He slowly lowers his hood, then, dramatically, pulls off his ski mask to reveal the bizarre tattooed face behind it. “I am the entity known as Alek Shades. Even when the ashes coalesce and the blood and fire coagulate, I cannot be defined, so I shall summarize myself for your benefit. Both of you claim to have experience as the outlier in the mean of mortality. You’ve been ostracized and othered by the so called normal for your height or your uniquely reckless personality. I do not doubt your lived experiences. Despite this, I present to you my web of realities. I have suffered as none have suffered, and from it, I have become stronger, and I shall prevail.”
Just out of frame, a voice speaks up, accompanied by a seemingly disembodied arm pointing at Alek. “Uh, sir, do you have a permit? Did you get permission to film here?”
“Permission? I’m just, just a quick,” Alek stammers.
“You can’t just walk into a Spencer’s ‘n start, like, filming, man.”