Post by louiscypher on Jun 29, 2018 13:47:05 GMT -5
Oh Jack, what a web we weave. You got some issues don't you? Yes, yes you do. You pretend to be this simple cowboy taking care of his mother. But there is a lot more to you than meets the eye isn't there? Yes, yes there is.
The thing that haunted your dream is called Gharlu. I knew him the moment you mentioned albino in black clothes. He is pure light, contained in self imposed darkness. He isn't a bad demon as far as demons go. He probably just wanted to have a chat. He likes to talk, that's if you are willing to listen. He can be a bit offputting but that's just because, well he’s a demon from hell. He’s not exactly going to set anyone at ease. He was highly regarded in Mesopotamia but like all deities he fell from grace when he cared more about torture than salvation. Hah. I didn't use any voodoo or black magic on you. I studied it, but am not an active user of such things.
Jack trust me you are not taking anything from me on Titans. Not a damn thing. Yes its possible I might of gotten you confused with Emerson. That's only because of everyone in SFT he’s one of the few that I think is actually worthy of facing me. You Jack are not worthy. You never have been. You relegate yourself to being second fiddle. Second fiddle to Twilight, to Jude, to even Emerson. How does that work? You and your precious Wall, who have been here forever for what? Keeping this place alive? Is that your only goal. How bout you do more, be more! Make this place great again instead of only skating by.
See that's the difference between you and me is simple. I do more with less. I don't break myself every card, I take a little time off, I make sure that when I step into the ring I am gold. And win or lose I know I did my best. But you Jack, you think acting like the energizer bunny wins you some sort of award. No kid, it does not. Not even a participation award. So stop breaking yourself for no reason. Why don't you just stand down. Have a drink with Gharlu. Or take in a movie. Just don't show up at Titans.
Cause if you do you wont like the outcome. You’re in for some heartache So Jack just forget all this nonsense. Just stay at your ranch, feed those pigs and horses of yours. Go out and do your “chores”. Stay home with momma bear and cook some vittles or whatever you country folk do day to day. I am not being mean, just being sincere. So take it that way my boy.
You will not defeat me, you will not take my world title, you will lose. I gotta get the basics out of the way there are some people watching who like the old fashioned smack talk ya know?
Well Jack, this is all I have for you today. It was a pleasure, but not really.
Fade to black
Oh, Jacky boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Jacky boy, oh Jacky boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
The thing that haunted your dream is called Gharlu. I knew him the moment you mentioned albino in black clothes. He is pure light, contained in self imposed darkness. He isn't a bad demon as far as demons go. He probably just wanted to have a chat. He likes to talk, that's if you are willing to listen. He can be a bit offputting but that's just because, well he’s a demon from hell. He’s not exactly going to set anyone at ease. He was highly regarded in Mesopotamia but like all deities he fell from grace when he cared more about torture than salvation. Hah. I didn't use any voodoo or black magic on you. I studied it, but am not an active user of such things.
Jack trust me you are not taking anything from me on Titans. Not a damn thing. Yes its possible I might of gotten you confused with Emerson. That's only because of everyone in SFT he’s one of the few that I think is actually worthy of facing me. You Jack are not worthy. You never have been. You relegate yourself to being second fiddle. Second fiddle to Twilight, to Jude, to even Emerson. How does that work? You and your precious Wall, who have been here forever for what? Keeping this place alive? Is that your only goal. How bout you do more, be more! Make this place great again instead of only skating by.
See that's the difference between you and me is simple. I do more with less. I don't break myself every card, I take a little time off, I make sure that when I step into the ring I am gold. And win or lose I know I did my best. But you Jack, you think acting like the energizer bunny wins you some sort of award. No kid, it does not. Not even a participation award. So stop breaking yourself for no reason. Why don't you just stand down. Have a drink with Gharlu. Or take in a movie. Just don't show up at Titans.
Cause if you do you wont like the outcome. You’re in for some heartache So Jack just forget all this nonsense. Just stay at your ranch, feed those pigs and horses of yours. Go out and do your “chores”. Stay home with momma bear and cook some vittles or whatever you country folk do day to day. I am not being mean, just being sincere. So take it that way my boy.
You will not defeat me, you will not take my world title, you will lose. I gotta get the basics out of the way there are some people watching who like the old fashioned smack talk ya know?
Well Jack, this is all I have for you today. It was a pleasure, but not really.
Fade to black
Oh, Jacky boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Jacky boy, oh Jacky boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
