Riley Williamson
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 |  Subject: PROMO | Jared Jerusalem - "Untitled" Sun Nov 16, 2014 10:00 am | |
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MorphyVA
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| | Subject: Re: PROMO | Jared Jerusalem - "Untitled" Sun Nov 23, 2014 6:28 am | |
| (will code this when I get arsed to  ) We’re back to XWA Vendetta, but the fed’s cameras are a long way from home. The unblinking eye of the camcorder leers at the front door of a log cabin, leaning and coated with moss. Passing through the open door, it surveys the human jetsam within. In the far corner sits a bald old man with one eye and a scruffy beard, his belly flapping under a set of grease-stained long johns. To his right, a man rubs liniment, drawn from a rusty tin, over feet that have no toes whatsoever. On the bunks behind them a half dozen men lay crammed on the pallet, spooning one another awkwardly. In the kitchen, a spindly man, with ¼ of a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a permanent oily sheen on his face, tends to a pot of food too obscured by smoke and steam to be discernible. Finally, seated at a table in the midst of it all are the Alpha Kappa Omega initiates, Pete Strong, Lance Jameson, Sid Leone. What the hell are we doin’?Shut up! The masters told us to be here and that’s where we stay!They’re just going to hop out of somewhere or freak us out. If we stand up to them we’re on the right track. Remember our failure at the chair.But we’ve learned so much since then. It is us and our abilities the Masters want. That is why we are made to suffer.That's why we should go. Maybe they aren’t even coming, look at these guys! I know they’re fighting the lumberjacks at ‘Mania, but this has got to be a rib.Only a fully trained Alpha Kappa Omega member with his brothers as allies will conquer Big Jim and Cletus. If we end our training now, if we choose the quick and easy path, we will become agents of evil.Are you quoting Yoda?!Strong are the loggers. Mind what you have learned. Save you it can.In the midst of peals of laughter a slipping axe crashes through the table at which they are sitting. The metallic whine of the chain saw cuts the air and in a minute the initiates have fallen from their chairs and are scattering for cover. No one else is in the least perturbed and soon the three pledges realize why. It isn’t the Logging Crew, that saw has no chain on it, and Mike Mecca and Jared Jerusalem stand before them, decked in their best lumbersexual plaids.Giggling like a bunch of idiots! What’s the use of any of you if you can’t keep your guard up?I’d have thought it would have been easy in with all these CHUDs; we mighta paid them $100 total for this set up.Those two loggers are dangerous, stupid but damn dangerous. You see dummies , we’re hunting the Logging Crew, and when you’re hunting, whether on land or sea, you need bait. You’re the bait. When Cletus & Big Jim see what we do to you, we’ll draw them in.The Logging Crew are a couple of sharks, and we need to start chumming the water. So, you fellows are the little fish who we grind up to draw the big ones.The problem with you is you don’t know your place, you try to steal the show, make it all about you. The only problem is you’re all nothing. You’ve got nothing without Alpha Kappa Omega. So, you can push yourself to the moon, and you’re still nothing more than a little fish.Bait.C’mon, we’ll finish this later.The camera lingers the 80s inspired aerialist Sid Leone as he dusts himself off and shrugs his patent-leather jacket back over his shoulders. As he falls in, a slender leg and a beckoning hand catch his eye. Could this be another test? Had he been more alert than his brothers? He’s eager to find out and gives chase. He reaches the backdoor where the invitation came from, but the mysterious lady has wandered further on, out the door. Following the Sid, the viewer is taken around the camp, briefly looking into windows, but finding only a distorted reflection and an inky blackness within. Finally, arriving at the dingle, he sees the woods vixen ducking into the outhouse with a come hither curl of her fingers.Sid gamely follows, now half forgetting the possibility of this being some sort of assessment and eagerly anticipating a forested frolic. Once inside, the camera can only peer through the moon-shaped hole on the door, this clearly a two-seater so the logistics of copulation aren’t unthinkable, and this cameraman wants to see something that might supplement his meagre pay and net him a few extra bucks from Gawker. Sid starts in with the A-materialDo you live on a chicken farm? 'Cause you sure know how to raise a cock.You ever had your balls cut off you fucking ape?That was a man. Several clicks later, Lumber Jill’s zippo illuminates the four people in the cramped press board structure. The Logging Crew leer at their prey and he tries to make a run for it, but three sets of arms restrain him.Where you goin' city boy? Ah God….God? Wellsir, you gonna do some prayin' for us Joe College. And you better pray good.Cletus blows out the light and all is darkness |
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