Post by Lex Largon on Jan 26, 2010 15:14:46 GMT -5
(It's awwwwwwnnnnnn Lexxy Boy is back to his old self.....well shades of his old self that is, leave feedback because you know i loves me some feeback. More to come, be sure to ready yourselfs at the edges of your seats! XD)
"Fast cars, fast women. Shiny high fashion shades and high priced call girls. A bleak life style with a fast burning light that no one can stop. Your life, my life, his life. Nothing can stop it, it will consume us all and every one will soon see that the blood we bleed and the sweat we pour only ends up feeding the corporate machine"
These words are soon met with a face. Lex Largon's to be exact, although his voice gave it away before we could even begin to suspect any different. Lex sits propped up against an old cement wall. A single light bulb hangs in the background slowly swaying to a deathly pulse. Lex wears circular sunglasses the kind you would see on Ozzy Osbourne or a psychedelic rocker. Although lets be honest, Lex doesn't wear the glasses to be cool. He wears them to block the sheer pain of the outside world that surrounds him. Of course his beard is wild like always and his hair is free flowing but is covered by a black wool toque.
Lex: Maybe it's a life lesson children......maybe it's not......but then again we can look at the meek future for the rest of our days and idly stand by as more and more goes unsaid. Or we can rise up and over throw the "underground" and spit on their so called prestige and dance on their soft freshly soiled graves.
Lex strokes his beard and turns his look to the wall ahead of him. He raises his hands to the side of his head squeezing hard trapping his thoughts as they grow. He screams as his whole body starts to shake. The scars that cover his arms send chills up your spine as you watch on in ever so suspended agony waiting to see what MWA's lost cause has running around in the corners of his mind. Lex soon turns to the camera with a wild grin, he rips the glasses off his face and reveals his wild eyes to go with his grin.
Lex: You see, i had a flash back. Winter war opened my eyes i now see it clearly. All my time pandering and attempting to subdue what used to be was utterly pointless. I live for the feeling of cold steel and blood tickling my taste buds. I love the sense of fear the crowd emits as i tear my own flesh as well as the flesh of my fellow man. Does that make me twisted maybe, but twisted and genius are two very thin lines that usually converge at one time or another.
Lex laughs to himself as he feels up and down his arms the fresh scabbing even some still bandaged wounds show Lex's mental state. He has nothing, he wants nothing. Only one thing drives Mr. Lex Largon and thats uncertain, he lusts after pain and thats the only thing that stands clear. Macho Steele unleashed a monster from its peaceful hiding. None of us are safe, the only answer is to feed the California native to the beast and hope that holds him over. Lex stands from his seat on floor, we now see the many other cuts that line his back and chest alike. We then see the Tattoo that Lex got it reads "Glory Bound" his sons birth date lines the underside of the phrase. Lex turns over his other arm revealing a skull that is being split in half by a crucifix. Just then a door swings open and a familiar dark voice calls out.
"Lex, come on!, we have alot of things to do, lets get moving....."
Lex: Yeah, yeah......i'm coming.......
The sound of Lex's old biker boots clobbering the cold stone floor are heard followed by the sounds of thick monstrous laughs. The scene then cuts out into static.
"Fast cars, fast women. Shiny high fashion shades and high priced call girls. A bleak life style with a fast burning light that no one can stop. Your life, my life, his life. Nothing can stop it, it will consume us all and every one will soon see that the blood we bleed and the sweat we pour only ends up feeding the corporate machine"
These words are soon met with a face. Lex Largon's to be exact, although his voice gave it away before we could even begin to suspect any different. Lex sits propped up against an old cement wall. A single light bulb hangs in the background slowly swaying to a deathly pulse. Lex wears circular sunglasses the kind you would see on Ozzy Osbourne or a psychedelic rocker. Although lets be honest, Lex doesn't wear the glasses to be cool. He wears them to block the sheer pain of the outside world that surrounds him. Of course his beard is wild like always and his hair is free flowing but is covered by a black wool toque.
Lex: Maybe it's a life lesson children......maybe it's not......but then again we can look at the meek future for the rest of our days and idly stand by as more and more goes unsaid. Or we can rise up and over throw the "underground" and spit on their so called prestige and dance on their soft freshly soiled graves.
Lex strokes his beard and turns his look to the wall ahead of him. He raises his hands to the side of his head squeezing hard trapping his thoughts as they grow. He screams as his whole body starts to shake. The scars that cover his arms send chills up your spine as you watch on in ever so suspended agony waiting to see what MWA's lost cause has running around in the corners of his mind. Lex soon turns to the camera with a wild grin, he rips the glasses off his face and reveals his wild eyes to go with his grin.
Lex: You see, i had a flash back. Winter war opened my eyes i now see it clearly. All my time pandering and attempting to subdue what used to be was utterly pointless. I live for the feeling of cold steel and blood tickling my taste buds. I love the sense of fear the crowd emits as i tear my own flesh as well as the flesh of my fellow man. Does that make me twisted maybe, but twisted and genius are two very thin lines that usually converge at one time or another.
Lex laughs to himself as he feels up and down his arms the fresh scabbing even some still bandaged wounds show Lex's mental state. He has nothing, he wants nothing. Only one thing drives Mr. Lex Largon and thats uncertain, he lusts after pain and thats the only thing that stands clear. Macho Steele unleashed a monster from its peaceful hiding. None of us are safe, the only answer is to feed the California native to the beast and hope that holds him over. Lex stands from his seat on floor, we now see the many other cuts that line his back and chest alike. We then see the Tattoo that Lex got it reads "Glory Bound" his sons birth date lines the underside of the phrase. Lex turns over his other arm revealing a skull that is being split in half by a crucifix. Just then a door swings open and a familiar dark voice calls out.
"Lex, come on!, we have alot of things to do, lets get moving....."
Lex: Yeah, yeah......i'm coming.......
The sound of Lex's old biker boots clobbering the cold stone floor are heard followed by the sounds of thick monstrous laughs. The scene then cuts out into static.
