“The Keeper and The Key”
Mar 9, 2018 21:18:00 GMT -5
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Post by “The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley on Mar 9, 2018 21:18:00 GMT -5
The scene opens, but all that is seen is DARKNESS. DARKNESS, my friends, Wesley’s in a dark place for sure. Non descriptive, somewhere in the bowels of his many souls.
Dark Wesley: I know the Vedas. I was there when they were scribed, and I was also not there. I know the universe is holographic. I know there’s collective consciousness, fractals, and cymatics. I know these things because I am The Keeper, but also not The Keeper. The Keeper in this LAND as a conscious BEING.
Wesley snarls, flecks of spittle running down his chin. Chase and Avery recoil from their friend, who has gone axe crazy, entirely off the deep end...though they were sworn to follow him, no matter how far down the rabbit hole.
Dark Wesley: I am the “I am”, and I created everything. I see in formulas, zero points, my mind has entered its entrainment. Phylotaxis and patterns. I see universal...DISENCHANTMENT. All things past and present. Space and time flow through me and I don’t grow old. I have millions of souls inside of me and they’re all screaming for one thing...
Wesley turns away, whimpers, sniffles, roars...turns back to the camera, a gleam of red in his eyes.
Dark Wesley: ...justice. The ones inside and the millions outside carry a vendetta. They all bear this cross along with me as I roll the boulder up the hill with Sisyphus, day in and day out. They all want the same thing...that gold back on my waist. Jay Frost...Where do you fit into the universe? You are a false prophet, a liar of the highest order, a man with a Bible in one hand and a needle in the other, the Sworn’s puppet. Tell me; if I cut the strings, do you fall in a heap to the floor? Or do you hover still? Do you have control of your vices, or do your vices control you?
One thing is for certain: you are not the rightful bearer of the 201 and Fun Championship. It is a Dark Day, brother, a Dark Day indeed. Harlots, rapscallions, and charlatans run amok and the duty to defeat them has fallen squarely on my shoulders, squarely in the squared circle. I do not face this task in fear, I charge headstrong into the fray, for I know The Keeper is on my side, The Keeper is within me and I am also him. None of this makes sense to a man of GOD, because GOD is a lie. GOD does not exist. He can’t if he created someone like you.
Did you know I hold the KEY?
Wesley utters a childish giggle, obviously very pleased with the information he’s revealing.
Dark Wesley: And you are the lock. Are we even on the same plane of existence? Are you really here, or are you just a figment of my IMAGINATION? It’s a powerful tool to behold, but terrifying in the wrong hands. Those hands are yours, not mine.
Wesley looks down at his gauntlets, turning them over and over, eyes gleaming as he does.
Dark Wesley: This week, we step into battle as one, but believe me...we are not friends. We are not allies. We are tentative partners, tasked with defeating the Cereal Killer and Alexander Hayden. These two are just spear carriers in our cosmic play, baritones in our Grand Old Opera. Our showdown is inevitable, but not during this Earth cycle.
I can keep my hands to myself, can you? I know you’re sleeping with one eye open, if the crack-cocaine coursing through your bloodstream allows you any sleep at all. Only those who know they have wronged do this. You know you are wrong. You are not the rightful champion. You never will be. The Sun has set on your life and I am the DARKNESS, come to collect.
You’re time is up. The Keeper has deemed it so. Tick-tock goes the old click-clock. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days. Counting down to the precious moment where I regain what’s mine.
The scene fades out with Wesley’s painted face molding with the DARKNESS.