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Date Posted: 15:48:48 12/16/01 Sun
Author: Drake Maxwell
Subject: The Style of Many

{...Beginning the lesson...}

[...You wish to see another day where you can at least blab on about something conscience matter or even related to what you perceive as heroic and villainy. You keep asking yourself, while the birds continue to flutter inside of the walls of the sky, how come they cannot fall to the ground in mid flight? Yes, during all of this, even when on thoughts such as giants and a person to slay giants, that we live in a fictional world. You think that they are not people who whisk away in dream world thinking that there are ogres and fairies walking the plane of this battlefield? No, either they have used ton of marijuana or schizophrenia has taken over the mind and taken it towards the pits of acid reflux and retardation...]

{...Thought Provoking...}

[...You see, one of the main focal points man truly relies on in this world, is the constant fact that he can learn more from what others speak to him about then you look at the points of trust in this world and you want to understand just who can you trust in society. Can you trust your friends, your family? Can you even trust yourself in these times, would you even go as far as thinking everyone does like you for who you are and not for what you do? Or don?t you think you can even find trust in the smallest anatomy of people around you. So as we continue this well documented journey into the present, we have to understand that there are some people who think that without no spoken word that their dreams will be realize...]

{...Beginning the Decimation...}

[...Case in point on this Sabbath, Bedlam as we have to focus upon your depicted mind once more, as it is already becoming boredom in my mind trying to even stand and do this. Learn in fact that well as we spin these words into your mind, you have to understand that you cannot nor have a chance at beating Drake Maxwell. What, you wanted more of a star studded appeal towards everything sounding so real you might comprehend it? What buffoonery can you etch from your lips, nothing that can harm me, nothing that can hurt, nothing that can stop the pain. Oh my, I?m getting repetitive are not I? Well that is the case when you are paired next to someone with the caliber of a vegetable. Try to amuse me with some half hearted effort, some broken plea just to try and make this match all the more worthwhile. Still you cannot get the job done. Seriously, why must you try and interrupt what I and Drake have already set forth, why must you try and make realization of the fact that you even exist in this place? Thank you that this match will already contain someone with name recognition , because if it did not, Insurrection would start off with no names and the entire place would spiral downward in laughter even why are they even here...]

{...Continuing and finishing...}

[...Time is beginning to fleet from the sand Bedlam, could the same be said for your career? I think not, for with you even standing on your feet, the Gladiator Wrestling Association is still being plagued by the raptures of large men who could not hold their own. You walk down a set schedule and you happen to hate the way you have to live by it, but still you do it. You walk down that aisle Bedlam looking directly at the ring in anticipation for the match, and then you stop. Then you realize just what you have going against you and you slowly back away from it, you end up back where you began. You find yourself lost within the realms of names, because after this match up Bedlam, that is all you are, just another name...]

{...Fading away...} _____________________________________________________________________________________

{...December 16th, 2001- 2:29 PM- Nashville, Tennessee - Hotel Room...}

{...As the narration draws to an abrupt close, you are brought into the scene of Drake sitting on a couch, the red upholstery holding steadily drawn to the floor, Drake looking up at the ceiling starring into complete void, somewhere he has found himself time and time again. His eyes flutter open back and forth signs of boredom, his determined look into finding what is going on in his eyes was not probably the smartest thing right now. He continued hearing the constant beating of a drum, but he paid no attention to it, he just sat there thinking, his hair curly, long, and blonde with black and red streaks in it, his eyes moved from different reasons from where he went...}

-You know what? Silence for the thoughts of idiots are nothing more than trying to end something.-

- End what? Your sense of reality and false?-

-Shut up, I never even tried self denial in everything, yet now with you here this is pretty petty for a man of my stature.-

-Danger: Ego alert.-

-Ego? I have no ego, if I did you would not see me finding having both sides of conscience trying to out do each other.-

-Eh, how funny, your apathy is sweet.-

{...Hate, you can feel it all around you, you could sit there and try to understand what you could or could not do in the day, but still even if you try to make the depths of hate caste out of the mind then you could not fully operate for truth. It runs through your veins, cruises through ever capillary inside of your body. But what can you do with hate when you cannot understand it yourself...}

Drake: So with time a wasting from even trying to bring this thing out, with every little moment within you asking for opportunity to try and redeem yourself from past mishaps, when you try to reclaim something you once lost. Now within these messages in which I am speaking to you, in which I am telling you, understand that the memory of live is worse that the memory of death. So as you try and break me you have to understand just what happens to people trying to reclaim things they already did not have: Bedlam...

{...Drake places his feet upon the left arm of the couch and tilts his head upward 20 degrees bring himself closer to looking at the camera with a full glaze, a slight smile crosses his face as he begins his usual diatribe of dismembering the fabric of another?s mind...}

Drake: Having thought of what to do right now since I am stuck within the walls of the Gladiator Wrestling Association, all I know is that within life, there are feats most men cannot even touch, Bedlam cannot touch victory. That is not his destiny, it is mine though as you look at it in reflection you can count the already casualties of this war produced by me, Bedlam is the first with soon more to follow.

{...Fade to Black...}

OOC Note: Short and I rushed it, better next roleplay

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