Post by The Very Big Supervillains on May 23, 2020 5:24:13 GMT -5
The wind bristled through the trees, slowly but surely increasing in it's ferocity, as the very forest itself shook from side to side beneath the slowly falling sun.
A young woman, about 25 or 26, nervously rushed through the forest, hands gripped to her sides. She thought to herself, I should have known better, should never have come here.
There had been missing person posters slapped onto almost every tree like job openings on a notice board. Each face had stared into the woman with insistent intent, stay away, don't make our mistake.
Now there was nothing in the Woman's view but mud, and muddied grass. Even that was getting hard to see as the tree's blocked out all light from the sun, all view onto that scarcely tread shortcut.
All view on what was going to happen.
It seemed to come out of nowhere.
Just as she had steadied her breath, and was beginning to calm her nerves and stop grasping at her own clothes she saw it.
Out of the corner of her eye. Just watching. Silently.
It's skin was wrapped up in bandages, black, debauched bandages. It's eyes did not blink once, just continuously beamed at the bundle of flesh before him.
It started to move closer, very slowly, from out the bushes.
The lady stood still, chained to the spot by the fear, the thing, the mindless beast preyed forward regardless.
"☟︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ⬧︎◻︎❒︎♋︎⍓︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎✍︎" It whispered. Low and guttural, like some wild animal.
The beast grew closer, patiently. Every step was precise, every movement savoured, as if it was waiting for the woman to do anything! Say anything! Run for her life in some sick, twisted version of a game for the abhorrent monstrosity behind her.
She turns around fully and it's already upon her. Cold, sharp eyes. Heavy breaths getting quicker by the second.
It's hand raises. She looks down at the wrapped up limb and eyes the disgusting shades of red it's smothered by.
"✋︎ ⧫︎♒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎ ♏︎❍︎◻︎⧫︎⍓︎ ⬧︎□︎ ♓︎ ⧫︎♒︎❒︎♏︎⬥︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♋︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎📪︎ ♌︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♏︎❍︎◻︎⧫︎⍓︎ □︎■︎♏︎" he whispers.
His emotions are inexplicable, his words completely unknown. And yet somehow, just the mere sight of this thing, the mere aura of being near it informs The Woman that this person is dark. That he has something demented and sickening inside him.
"✋︎ ⧫︎♒︎❒︎♏︎⬥︎ ♋︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎ ❍︎⍓︎ □︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎ □︎■︎♏︎ ♌︎⍓︎ ❍︎♓︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎🙵♏︎"
The woman barely even let's a second oast before slapping the monster in the face, adrelinene working overtime, her insincts taking over her body as she sprints away.
She lets out constant screams, yells, "No!"'s and "Please!"'s, to the point where she's not even looking where she's sprinting to, as long as it's away from that.
It's a shame.
It's shame she wasn't looking, because as her right foot just about knocks a scratched up, chopped logs, her balance fails and her body has no choice but to fall to the diet below.
She doesn't even have enough time to scream, or even burst out into a crying fit.
All she gets is the one single drop of human tears. And then she hears that thing.
In the same, low whisper as before. Only this time something else is in it's voice.
She can tell it's smiling.
"☹︎♋︎♎︎⍓︎📪︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♒︎♓︎♑︎♒︎ □︎❒︎ ⬧︎□︎❍︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎✍︎"
She hears the sound of sticks breaking under heavy steps, and one final long breath, like a sigh of relief from the monster.
"✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ♑︎□︎■︎■︎♋︎ ♑︎♏︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♍︎🙵 ♋︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎ ♐︎❒︎□︎❍︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎"
---
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
--
"--the Leicester Crown Court hereby relinquish you of your prison sentence in accordance that you follow all-"
The beast tunes out for the rest of the lecture. It is bored, truthfully. It's stint in jail was incredibly unexciting, all of his cell mates more boring and dull than the last.
He now shuts his eyes and waits to be let back out into society.
The courtroom was dull regardless. Filled with a Judge who's every word was meaningless and police officer's emplpyed to keep the beast under control yet too afraid to even be near him. And not a single witness in sight. The echoing of heavy footsteps can be heard as a door is booted open.
A scuffle is heard at the door as a man with a particularly whiny voice argues with the coppers.
The judge yells words at him and the man responds with "Is that guy 7 foot?".
He can feel one of the guards' worried glare back at the Beast, who still hasn't bothered opening his eyes.
"Y-yes but, sir you need to leave!!"
"Oh- bingo,
HE DIDN'T DO NOTHING!! THIS IS PERSONAL OBS-
OBSTRUCTION OF THINGS! I-! FREE HIM!! THIS IS UNLAWFUL!! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! THIS IS A KANGAROO COURT! I KNOW-!!"
The man continues to shout and scream for numerous minutes, before eventually leaving the courtroom.
The exasperated judge quickly finishes up his speech and informs the remaining guards to get this "freak" out of the courtroom.
And so he went. Still wrapped up like a buried Pharoah, his eyes as cold as how he walked in.
There was one simple difference between the time he was sentenced and put into HMS Leicester City Prison and the he was let out.
When he was let out there was an incredibly fat, weirdly tall man named William waiting for it, shouting for it's attention.
Now the monstrosity knew who this man was, or at least he put two and two together. It's not often that a 500 pound professional wrestler gets arrested for attempting an illegal groin transplant without extracting a least a little bit of notoriety.
"Hey uh.. you. My former partner's not picking me up, do you know how to wrestle?"
The beast shakes his head, muttering a "☠︎□︎".
The large man simply turns and grabs his bandaged hands.
"Oh shut up, tomb guardian weirdo. You're 7 foot tall, that's all you need,"
--
22nd of May 2020.
Hello, it's me.
Travis.
The new Alpha Pro Wrestling star! Or Tag Team! I decided to write a journal just to keep track of everything, now that I'm getting a proper job in America.
I like Leicester, not as much as I did Swansea but it was a nice city. However, it's time for me to leave and explore the world, I guess.
I suppose I should probably start with my past. It's a very dark and mysterious story, not for the faint of heart.
It's the reason why I can't speak like a normal person. Why I only use Wingdings.
It's pretty deer to my entire person, I try to keep it a secret but I think it's time I let people know.
Oh, oh dear. I mispelt dear before, look. I've written it's very "deer" to my entire person.
That's a misspelling. I didn't do it on purpose, I know that's not how it's spelt.
Maybe it's because I'm writing too quickly? I tried to catch up on my handwriting in prison but there wasn't many pens.
I'm gonna take a break from writing in this for like 10 minutes, calm my arms down.
Okay. Okay, I'm back.
I didn't like prison. Speaking of deers, or I guess writing of deers (just a little comedic thing for you in there).
Yeah, speaking of deers, they're why I actually went to prison.
Not all of them, just one.
See, I worked in a corner shop, owned by this rude guy. Maybe rude isn't the right word. Stern. He was very stern.
I didn't like it very much, nobody really went to the shop. I would have like hour long shifts with no customers.
Normally I just went to the nearby woods and spray painted stuff. I didn't like graffiti but I already had the spray cans, so I may as well have just sprayed anyway.
I was spraying a tounge, one morning. Because I had one of those drinks that gave you blue tongues, but then I only had red paint so I had to do a normal tounge.
And then I accidentally threw my fresh can away and then I had this freaky interaction with this women, who was clearly high.
I'm getting off topic, huh?
Anyway, I come back to the corner shop and there's just this deer. There's a deer, it's broken the window. The front one.
The deers in the shop, not eating anything, just walking. But it broke through the window, so now there was a cracked window.
I'm about to walk in, and the deer just legs it. Out of the shop, back into the woods I came from.
I'm a little like, "woah" cause I've never seen a deer before. It's legs are longer than a dog's legs.
But now the stern owner comes back, who I spoke about, or wrote about, earlier and he's like "Aaargh!".
He didn't actually say "Aaaargh!" but he was angry.
I was trying to explain to him, "No! No, it was a deer!" you know, but obviously it just came out as Wingdings.
And he's all shouting at me and thinking it's me and all.
And then he sacked me. Which was okay, I suppose, I didn't like the job. Didn't pay too well.
But then about 2 days later I get mailed that I have to appear in court.
I got out in jail. For vandalism. Wasn't nice.
I've gotten off topic. What was I writing about?
I'm trying to read back but the journal is doing that thing where the pages stick together, you know?
And I can't do the finger licking thing because I'm wearing Pharoah, tomb wearing stuff.
I should probably explain why. It's actually a part of my past.
I remember now, I was talking about my past. Because I was becoming a wrestler.
I've watched a bit of wrestling. Me and my school friends use to pretend wrestle back in the day.
I wore wrapped up stuff back then and then WCW Halloween Havoc 1995 happened and it sorta ruined my childhood because everyone called me a Yeti.
But I was a human. It was only because of my past that I wore those things.
My past.
My future's probably gonna be in APW. Because that's where I work now.
I'm up against John Blade and Latoya Hixx. I would go on about how they're bad, William says it's called "shoot" but I don't think that's stuff for me.
So: Blade and Hixx? Call yourselves The Champ? The Legit?
Well I say you're illegitimate! And you're not a champ.
See? Not very good at that. Maybe it's a compliment to me as a person but I dunno. William makes up for me though, he gets so angry that he shoots on everything. We just filmed a promo just then actually.
Moving back onto that deer, it was an angry deer. Maybe I accidentally wronged it when I was spray painting in the forest or something, it knew what it was doing.
After I came back, it just stared at me. For like 2 whole seconds. Which isn't a lot but for a deer it might be.
I have to go now, we're driving to Minnesota.
I used to think it was called Minnesoda. Ha.
Okay, I'm going now. Bye.
A young woman, about 25 or 26, nervously rushed through the forest, hands gripped to her sides. She thought to herself, I should have known better, should never have come here.
There had been missing person posters slapped onto almost every tree like job openings on a notice board. Each face had stared into the woman with insistent intent, stay away, don't make our mistake.
Now there was nothing in the Woman's view but mud, and muddied grass. Even that was getting hard to see as the tree's blocked out all light from the sun, all view onto that scarcely tread shortcut.
All view on what was going to happen.
It seemed to come out of nowhere.
Just as she had steadied her breath, and was beginning to calm her nerves and stop grasping at her own clothes she saw it.
Out of the corner of her eye. Just watching. Silently.
It's skin was wrapped up in bandages, black, debauched bandages. It's eyes did not blink once, just continuously beamed at the bundle of flesh before him.
It started to move closer, very slowly, from out the bushes.
The lady stood still, chained to the spot by the fear, the thing, the mindless beast preyed forward regardless.
"☟︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ⬧︎◻︎❒︎♋︎⍓︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎✍︎" It whispered. Low and guttural, like some wild animal.
The beast grew closer, patiently. Every step was precise, every movement savoured, as if it was waiting for the woman to do anything! Say anything! Run for her life in some sick, twisted version of a game for the abhorrent monstrosity behind her.
She turns around fully and it's already upon her. Cold, sharp eyes. Heavy breaths getting quicker by the second.
It's hand raises. She looks down at the wrapped up limb and eyes the disgusting shades of red it's smothered by.
"✋︎ ⧫︎♒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎ ♏︎❍︎◻︎⧫︎⍓︎ ⬧︎□︎ ♓︎ ⧫︎♒︎❒︎♏︎⬥︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♋︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎📪︎ ♌︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♏︎❍︎◻︎⧫︎⍓︎ □︎■︎♏︎" he whispers.
His emotions are inexplicable, his words completely unknown. And yet somehow, just the mere sight of this thing, the mere aura of being near it informs The Woman that this person is dark. That he has something demented and sickening inside him.
"✋︎ ⧫︎♒︎❒︎♏︎⬥︎ ♋︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎ ❍︎⍓︎ □︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎ □︎■︎♏︎ ♌︎⍓︎ ❍︎♓︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎🙵♏︎"
The woman barely even let's a second oast before slapping the monster in the face, adrelinene working overtime, her insincts taking over her body as she sprints away.
She lets out constant screams, yells, "No!"'s and "Please!"'s, to the point where she's not even looking where she's sprinting to, as long as it's away from that.
It's a shame.
It's shame she wasn't looking, because as her right foot just about knocks a scratched up, chopped logs, her balance fails and her body has no choice but to fall to the diet below.
She doesn't even have enough time to scream, or even burst out into a crying fit.
All she gets is the one single drop of human tears. And then she hears that thing.
In the same, low whisper as before. Only this time something else is in it's voice.
She can tell it's smiling.
"☹︎♋︎♎︎⍓︎📪︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♒︎♓︎♑︎♒︎ □︎❒︎ ⬧︎□︎❍︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎✍︎"
She hears the sound of sticks breaking under heavy steps, and one final long breath, like a sigh of relief from the monster.
"✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ♑︎□︎■︎■︎♋︎ ♑︎♏︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♍︎🙵 ♋︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎ ♐︎❒︎□︎❍︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎"
---
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
--
"--the Leicester Crown Court hereby relinquish you of your prison sentence in accordance that you follow all-"
The beast tunes out for the rest of the lecture. It is bored, truthfully. It's stint in jail was incredibly unexciting, all of his cell mates more boring and dull than the last.
He now shuts his eyes and waits to be let back out into society.
The courtroom was dull regardless. Filled with a Judge who's every word was meaningless and police officer's emplpyed to keep the beast under control yet too afraid to even be near him. And not a single witness in sight. The echoing of heavy footsteps can be heard as a door is booted open.
A scuffle is heard at the door as a man with a particularly whiny voice argues with the coppers.
The judge yells words at him and the man responds with "Is that guy 7 foot?".
He can feel one of the guards' worried glare back at the Beast, who still hasn't bothered opening his eyes.
"Y-yes but, sir you need to leave!!"
"Oh- bingo,
HE DIDN'T DO NOTHING!! THIS IS PERSONAL OBS-
OBSTRUCTION OF THINGS! I-! FREE HIM!! THIS IS UNLAWFUL!! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! THIS IS A KANGAROO COURT! I KNOW-!!"
The man continues to shout and scream for numerous minutes, before eventually leaving the courtroom.
The exasperated judge quickly finishes up his speech and informs the remaining guards to get this "freak" out of the courtroom.
And so he went. Still wrapped up like a buried Pharoah, his eyes as cold as how he walked in.
There was one simple difference between the time he was sentenced and put into HMS Leicester City Prison and the he was let out.
When he was let out there was an incredibly fat, weirdly tall man named William waiting for it, shouting for it's attention.
Now the monstrosity knew who this man was, or at least he put two and two together. It's not often that a 500 pound professional wrestler gets arrested for attempting an illegal groin transplant without extracting a least a little bit of notoriety.
"Hey uh.. you. My former partner's not picking me up, do you know how to wrestle?"
The beast shakes his head, muttering a "☠︎□︎".
The large man simply turns and grabs his bandaged hands.
"Oh shut up, tomb guardian weirdo. You're 7 foot tall, that's all you need,"
--
22nd of May 2020.
Hello, it's me.
Travis.
The new Alpha Pro Wrestling star! Or Tag Team! I decided to write a journal just to keep track of everything, now that I'm getting a proper job in America.
I like Leicester, not as much as I did Swansea but it was a nice city. However, it's time for me to leave and explore the world, I guess.
I suppose I should probably start with my past. It's a very dark and mysterious story, not for the faint of heart.
It's the reason why I can't speak like a normal person. Why I only use Wingdings.
It's pretty deer to my entire person, I try to keep it a secret but I think it's time I let people know.
Oh, oh dear. I mispelt dear before, look. I've written it's very "deer" to my entire person.
That's a misspelling. I didn't do it on purpose, I know that's not how it's spelt.
Maybe it's because I'm writing too quickly? I tried to catch up on my handwriting in prison but there wasn't many pens.
I'm gonna take a break from writing in this for like 10 minutes, calm my arms down.
Okay. Okay, I'm back.
I didn't like prison. Speaking of deers, or I guess writing of deers (just a little comedic thing for you in there).
Yeah, speaking of deers, they're why I actually went to prison.
Not all of them, just one.
See, I worked in a corner shop, owned by this rude guy. Maybe rude isn't the right word. Stern. He was very stern.
I didn't like it very much, nobody really went to the shop. I would have like hour long shifts with no customers.
Normally I just went to the nearby woods and spray painted stuff. I didn't like graffiti but I already had the spray cans, so I may as well have just sprayed anyway.
I was spraying a tounge, one morning. Because I had one of those drinks that gave you blue tongues, but then I only had red paint so I had to do a normal tounge.
And then I accidentally threw my fresh can away and then I had this freaky interaction with this women, who was clearly high.
I'm getting off topic, huh?
Anyway, I come back to the corner shop and there's just this deer. There's a deer, it's broken the window. The front one.
The deers in the shop, not eating anything, just walking. But it broke through the window, so now there was a cracked window.
I'm about to walk in, and the deer just legs it. Out of the shop, back into the woods I came from.
I'm a little like, "woah" cause I've never seen a deer before. It's legs are longer than a dog's legs.
But now the stern owner comes back, who I spoke about, or wrote about, earlier and he's like "Aaargh!".
He didn't actually say "Aaaargh!" but he was angry.
I was trying to explain to him, "No! No, it was a deer!" you know, but obviously it just came out as Wingdings.
And he's all shouting at me and thinking it's me and all.
And then he sacked me. Which was okay, I suppose, I didn't like the job. Didn't pay too well.
But then about 2 days later I get mailed that I have to appear in court.
I got out in jail. For vandalism. Wasn't nice.
I've gotten off topic. What was I writing about?
I'm trying to read back but the journal is doing that thing where the pages stick together, you know?
And I can't do the finger licking thing because I'm wearing Pharoah, tomb wearing stuff.
I should probably explain why. It's actually a part of my past.
I remember now, I was talking about my past. Because I was becoming a wrestler.
I've watched a bit of wrestling. Me and my school friends use to pretend wrestle back in the day.
I wore wrapped up stuff back then and then WCW Halloween Havoc 1995 happened and it sorta ruined my childhood because everyone called me a Yeti.
But I was a human. It was only because of my past that I wore those things.
My past.
My future's probably gonna be in APW. Because that's where I work now.
I'm up against John Blade and Latoya Hixx. I would go on about how they're bad, William says it's called "shoot" but I don't think that's stuff for me.
So: Blade and Hixx? Call yourselves The Champ? The Legit?
Well I say you're illegitimate! And you're not a champ.
See? Not very good at that. Maybe it's a compliment to me as a person but I dunno. William makes up for me though, he gets so angry that he shoots on everything. We just filmed a promo just then actually.
Moving back onto that deer, it was an angry deer. Maybe I accidentally wronged it when I was spray painting in the forest or something, it knew what it was doing.
After I came back, it just stared at me. For like 2 whole seconds. Which isn't a lot but for a deer it might be.
I have to go now, we're driving to Minnesota.
I used to think it was called Minnesoda. Ha.
Okay, I'm going now. Bye.
