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| Mutilated Cat Zombies; [Surreality TV] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 11 2008, 06:04 PM (50 Views) | |
| Kryten Shards | Apr 11 2008, 06:04 PM Post #1 |
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Rather than the usual gradual fade the image bursts into life with a small battery logo in the top right side of it. Down in the lower left side where the ever common yet infamous FIW logo should be there is some thing else down there in its stead. It is about as infamous as the FIW logo for it is an animated version of the Gatito mask with a glitter effect around it. With the FIW logo in all of its green and black tribal design glory in a transparent state behind the fuzzy and adorable glowing mask. The actual picture quality is a little sub par compared to the average FIW camera and gives off the impression of a hand held as it films a swing set. To be more precise, a rusted steel swing set that sits within the confines of a city park some where at night. It looks like it has seen better days with the few spots where rust isn't dominating it, its paint is chipping away to expose the silver glint underneath. By the darkness the majority of the park is obscured outside of the swing set and a few near by trees & the sand box thanks to the camera's light. Gently these two swings go to and fro in the breeze, the right of the pair going a little further than the other because it lacks a person sitting in it. While the left swing plays as the seat for a masked man that goes along for the ride that the breeze is providing them. His arms wrapped around the chains that connect the piece of leather to the steel bar over head and his hands rest peacefully in his lap. Lifelessly his feet dangle and in a few spots on the trip back and fourth drag against the gravel placed beneath the structure. Despite the tiny bulb on the camera being the only source of light, this man is still surprisingly visible within the dead of night. Over his head is a mask similar to the one featured in the logo at the bottom left except for the sole fact that it looks as if it was dyed black. The once only black part of the mask, the stripes still peak through the dye job when the light hits the fabric just right in mid-swing. A few stray locks of his hair peak out from under the mask and cover his left eye like a shield to the light being shined in his direction. The rest of his body is clothed about as interestingly, with a tight black t-shirt for Fall Out Boy on his upper half. An equally tight leather jacket partially hides the shirt from the camera's lens and is left unzipped for the two ends to wave in the wind. His lower half covered by a pair of tight black jeans that look like they were designed for a more feminine figure than his own. With a white pleather studded belt around the waist of them and a matching pair of white boots on his feet. Gatito Negro: Loss of dreams... While the thick Mexican accent is there, it manages to not prevent the words from being perfectly pronounced by the luchadore. Static. A well dressed woman tries to steady her balance while she ties a rope hanging from the fan into a noose and her child watches from the door way. Static. The picture of the park resumes. Gatito Negro: Loss of freedom... Those dark eyes behind the mask linger on the empty swing beside him, watching it move along with the breeze. Static. In black & white footage people walk in lines into compounds by their front gates while soldiers sporting the swastika herd them. Static. Back in the park with the masked man on the swing the picture is again. Gatito Negro: Loss of hope... Quiet, the empty swing and the swing occupied by a Gatito go side by side for several moments before he speaks once more. Static. With a smile the doctor gives his patient the bad news and pats him on the shoulder, and then takes his leave to let him deal on it himself. Static. For the third time the footage cuts back and is filming one half of the newest tag team in FIW and he begins to speak again, his voice a little choked up for some reason. Gatito Negro: Loss of innocence... Carefully his right hand balls into a fist and relaxes several times in his lap as his gaze lingers on the swing still. Static. Tears continue to roll down the young girl's eyes, no matter how much the man in the Mickey Mouse costume tries to sooth her as he takes off her clothes. Static. Once more the disturbing imagery cuts and is replaced with the park, the luchadore's eyes wandering away from the empty swing seat. Back over towards the camera lens they float, and hover in that general area as the miserable expression on his visible features remain. Gatito Negro: We've all lost some thing recently, haven't we Lara? Each of us have had some thing dear taken from us recently, isn't the right Jaime? In rhythm with the swing's movements his body rocks and he patiently awaits a answer from the Hellcats for several moments. After he realizes it isn't coming, his eyes move to past the camera and presumably to his partner who is wielding the device. Gatito Negro: Well...wouldn't you say so, Oro? There is a small grumble from behind the camera, and it shifts slightly in the other Gatito's hands. Gatito Oro: Si... FIW's Golden Feline seems less than happy in his tone and it brings a small and fleeting smirk to his comrade's lips. Gatito Negro: All I can say is how much...disappointment I feel. Gradually the luchadore's arms start to go as lifeless as his legs and slip off of his lap, making his entire body dangle in the swing. Gatito Negro: How is it that I manage to encounter the one woman in America that isn't completely ignorant? When I saw our match for this coming Sunday, a small hope was birthed within me and I felt joy. For I figured that like most of her country, the Hellcat would assume we're all the same because we all wear pretty much the same mask. Thus would try to send her message or whatever through us to the so-called chosen one... A small scoff comes out from deep in the luchadore's throat and his partner from behind the camera sounds like he's about to protest the mocking. However a wave of the on camera Gatito's hand silences him and the miserable masked man stares into the lens. Gatito Negro: If you listen to what the old man has to say about him, any ways. With a certain amount of disdain to his features, he exhales heavily into a sigh. Gatito Negro: It would've been perfect. The disdain twists and contorts into a further depressed state and he hangs his head, letting the few stray locks to dangle out of his mask. Gatito Negro: But no, you just couldn't give me that, could you? You couldn't let me feel your pain that easily, could you Jaime? You like all women are vile creatures that vex and tempt men yet deliver nothing when it is time for them to. Even your partner, Lara will not share her pain of men with wicked intentions with me and is going to try and give me a...fair fight. There is a slight twitch in the luchadore's body and he groans underneath his breath. Gatito Negro: Perhaps neither of you are willing to deliver me into the sweet embrace that dulls this every day numbness. But as the cruel and disgusting old adage goes... Brief though it is, for a second time there is a small and fleeting smirk on the luchadore's masked face. Gatito Negro: There’s more than one way to skin a cat. Shuddering, it takes a few moments for the luchadore to get over being disturbed by that statement. Gatito Negro: As much as I find it horrid and hate doing it, I will share my pain with the two of you this weekend. I let you see to the inner depths of my soul and see the twisted and mangled creature that resides inside this husk. Showing what is beneath the flesh and bone like I did with the Saints in a similar hope. I show you mine, you show me yours. Bitterness is apparent on the small chuckle that creeps out of the Gatito and he starts making the swing go to the sides in its motions. Gatito Negro: So, until then my dears... Half of Surreality TV is unable to finish his sentence because suddenly a figure drops down from above! Hanging upside down on the main support bar of the swing set is the deranged and grinning bum turned Gatito, his arms dangling over his head. Gatito Delirante: FGKHGKGIHJGIGJKGFKJHJKGHFGF-BANANA-FDJFRIUTYREFDFKJDVJKHGKGHFDGHFKDGHJDFHFD-PURE-GUDFOSITERJLJIOHGFSJGJGFKLNHFDNJVKH-INVASION-RIOUGFDOIJGFIHDVOIVUDIGLHFD! Nodding, Negro looks towards his fellow Gatito that is hanging upside down and panting heavily while grinning at the camera. Gatito Negro: Well said. With that, the camera cuts to black. Only to show a image of a person dressed in a animal costume pouring hot chocolate syrup on a woman in her bra and panties. Now it really fades to black... |
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