Post by Nerotheory on Jan 24, 2022 1:30:06 GMT
Psycho Messiah is shown sitting on the hood of a car at a truck stop smoking a cigar. He is reading something laughing every couple seconds as smoke bellows out after every puff. He put the paper down and looks at the camera with a demonic smile.
Psycho Messiah: Every year people try to climb mount Everest. It is a dangerous and unrelenting trek where phishers that threaten to send you plummeting to your doom. A simple misplaced tether can take out an entire party of climbers. All the while, the air thins the higher you go causing climbers to suffer from oxygen deprivation and hallucinations. Every year many meet their maker during the climb. Their bodies serving as warnings and markers for those looking to continue their climb as no one can take them off the mountain and not risk their own lives in the process. To reach the summit is truly an accomplishment like no other, one that anyone can, and should be proud of.
It just like trying to capture any of the Championships here in Empire latley. Its been a treacherous journey through danger and ego's. There are bodies that litter the path before us that serve as reminders of where someone else’s quest ended for good, both a warning and motivation. Make no mistake about it this the most dangerous climb, as you’ll have everyone trying to reach the summit of the mountain at the same time and only four tethers to grab on to. Only four of us will come out this with anything that resembles an accomplishment everyone else will fall.
I will not only reach the pinnacle of this mountain, but I will be the one leaving the markers and reminders behind. Reminders like Kahagas and soon to be Godzilla Sanchez will feel the void for all to see and hear of.
I will push people to their fate from the escarpments around us until there is nobody left to tell the stories but myself. Because, I’m going be there when the air starts to grow thin, when men and women’s lungs are on fire. Wanting that next deep breath of sweet life-giving oxygen and I will choke the little remaining air from their lungs. I will drop their forms at feet to become a champion.
It will see the making of a new deity in the eyes of the world as in a few short nights Psycho Messiah will saunter through Empire and bring those who oppose me to there rightful place. Because the killing field only gets bigger as bodies drop in my wake.
Psycho Messiah hops off the hood and gets in the car laughing as the scene ends.