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| Toasters from Outer Space~!; [Surreality TV] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 18 2008, 08:34 PM (38 Views) | |
| Kryten Shards | Apr 18 2008, 08:34 PM Post #1 |
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The scene floods into the screen and shows the star lit sky, the peaceful sight only disturbed by strange grunt like noises from off camera. Shakily the camera does a pan downward from the sky to reveal the massive stone head of a statue of one of America's forefathers. This particular forefather happens to have a man crouched on top of his head, his knuckles pressed against the stone in front of his feet. It is pretty obvious by the growling and grunting, and snarling the man is making that he is the source of these strange noises. Infamous is the mask that hides the man's face for its furry cuteness that resembles a tiny and adorable kitten. However his is just a little different, looking a little older and dirtier, and ragged compared to the other Gatito students seen on FIW television. With wide and excited eyes staring down at the statue the man continues to try and bite the gray ear of the forefather, trying to maintain his balance as he does so. Sadly for this certain Gatito, his disgusting teeth don't seem powerful enough and just scrape off of the stone that looks flawless as it can still. Gatito Delirante: JKGFOGFJHLKJIGLJLKFHWDUSD-FISH-TURETIRYJFOIFDKJLNFKJNVJHNFDJKGHEEFNHJLFNBHNDBCGKDFH! Pulling back his head for a moment, the bum turned luchadore claws at the ear and lets out what sounds vaguely like a distorted feline hiss. His nails actually have a greater effect on the stone than his teeth did, leaving mild marks on the lobe. Though getting so worked up over this, the Gatito starts to slip and almost falls from a top the head, clinging to it at the last possible second. Feverishly he scrambles back on top of the head, digging his nails as much as he can into the statue to hold himself. Gatito Delirante: GHFUORFHUOIHFJNHJBKDFGDFG-ROD-DFFDKGNFDJKBFFDJKHNFOGEFLJYHREILDHUFDSGJGBHFKFHFD! A bitter sweet chuckle comes from this display and the camera does another awkward pan as side effect of being a hand held. This time it lowers till it is filming the feet of the forefather that stand on a stone platform that holds it several feet into the air. But it isn't the only thing resting on this platform, there is a man sitting beside the gigantic foot of the statue in a haphazard fashion. His body shakes slightly with the dark laughter that leaves it and almost seems to be in pain over the laughter. There is the familiar black dyed Gatito mask that's stripes are near nonexistent now over the man's head and only allows small peaks at the face underneath it. Further hiding his face is the locks of his multi-colored hair that squeeze through the mask's eye hole and cover his one eye from the world. His other eye cast downward and away from the camera, not allowing the lens to get a good shot of that one either. It is those strands of hair and the fluffy fabric of the mask that blow in the breeze of the night, giving a hint as to how windy it is. On this evening it would appear the depressed Gatito's opt to wear a leather jacket with a pink t-shirt that reads in black "I like my men in eye liner & lip stick". The shirt underneath the jacket appears to be a little old with the pink shade faded out and a few small rips of the fabric in a few random places. His lower half is thankfully covered up too, and it is a pair of tight black jeans with a snow white belt in the loops that does this job. A silver necklace hangs from around his neck with a small fake razor blade that features red paint around the blade to signify blood. Gatito Negro: Broken mind... From what can be seen of them, his eyes wander upward in the direction of his fellow Gatito when these words leave his mouth in a depressed tone. Static. Happily a cartoon bunny peels back flesh from their arms and legs with a hatchet, and staples these pieces of fuzzy skin to the wall... Static. Gently his right hand moves over his covered left forearm, scratching slightly at the wrist region as his eyes drift back towards the ground. Gatito Negro: Broken home... Tightly his fingers grasp the forearm area and he bites down on his teeth, fighting back a wince that tries to force its way through his mouth. Static. Peacefully the man sleeps after a long day at the office; not bothering to take off his shirt that on the collar features lip stick or to realize his wife stands over the bed with a knife... Static. Jerking his masked head to the side, his few free locks fling back out of his face for a brief moment and then fall back into them. Gatito Negro: Broken childhood... Those eyes darken in their gaze and cloud with enigmatic emotions that this phrase seems to trigger. Static. A boy walks away from his parents' room, bruises forming on his cheek already and notices his younger brother that is playing & angrily shoves the smaller boy down... Static. Once more the image returns to the statue and the one half of Surreality TV that sits on the platform. Gatito Negro: A wife of twenty years and a mother of ten arrives home to find her husband, and dinner nowhere in sight. The only thing this minimum wage worker finds is her ten year old and her two five year olds hungry for said meal. Reluctantly she forgoes her nightly shower and only washes her face, and does away with her filthy apron from work. It is times like these she wonders why she bothers with this man that's barely provided for any thing, even the trailer roof over their heads. In a tired manner his head rests itself against the leg of the stone statue. Gatito Negro: When she goes to the kitchen she finds that her husband hadn't bothered with buying what she asked him to at the super market. Frustrated and with no other choice in her already frazzled mind, she tells her children to behave and leaves. No matter how much her aching body commands otherwise, she goes to her beat up used car and forces the hunk of junk to start. A second thought of her children or herself never crosses her mind and she zips off into the night, heading to one of the many big chain super markets. Pressed against the stone still, the luchadore rolls his head against it and allows another part of it to rest against the statue instead. His visible eye and partially visible eye stare off into the sky, the only sound for the time being is Delirante's biting. Gatito Negro: Laughter and cries of joy erupt all around him from people either half or double his age in the local tavern. Half of them are far too young and stupid to know how fucked up their lives are going to be when they leave the educational system. The other half, well, they survived to tell their tales of the work force and are trying to drown their sorrows and relive the days that have gone by. With him stuck in the middle, not quite a kid any more and far from a old hag quite yet, his liver pleads for mercy and he shows it none. He shifts his weight and turns his body, making it face to the left of the camera rather than towards it. Gatito Negro: It isn't until the room starts to spin and these good times others are having start to remind him of a old song that he calls it quits. That damned song follows him to the parking lot, stirring up memories of when the carnival was in town and his buddies, and he used to go to it. Ah yes, he remember when they snuck in gin for the first time to it while he let's the car start and the radio come to life. Some stupid tool on the other end of the radio tells him drinking and driving are bad, pfft, whatever he thinks as he zooms off. Flickering for a few moments, the inkling of a smile fades from the lips of the masked man. Gatito Negro: That super market that is owned by men richer than she could ever imagined being ripped her off again, oh well she thought as she switched lanes. Fucking faggots, he thought as the newest rock band played on his radio and he turned the dial, looking for some Lynyrd Skynyrd. She hoped he'd be home when she got there, partially because she wanted to chew him out and partially because she worried he no longer loved her... Ah, there we go he thought as he sang out of tune to the lyrics that requested he'd get his bullets back and he headed for a red light. Sure, they had been having hard times but she still loved him, and hoped he knew that was her thoughts when she flicked on her turn signal. Hell, he remembered this one time when his one buddy and him found this dying cat and- Carefully she slowed down and went to make the turn, out of the corner of her eye at the last possible second she saw it, oh n- They collided with each other as she was in the middle of her turn. Like some twisted moon lit night dance these two lovers' rubber and plastic, and metal merged with one another and he flew from his car. Hmm, suppose that seat belt he thought was retarded could've come in handy for him at about that point and time were his thoughts as he was hurled into the air. This horrific combination of matter crushed him as it flipped with the already squashed woman within the confines of it. That bitter sweet smile starts to stretch across his lips once more and his hand finds its way back to his forearm. Gatito Negro: They never even got to say I love you one last time to each other. Mixing together, the joy he seems to be getting from this morbid story battles with the depression he is getting from actually experiencing joy. Gatito Negro: The moral of the story you may be asking yourselves, Finn, Kennedy, Nick? Shrugging his shoulders, his partially shielded facial features become their usual brooding self. Gatito Negro: Life is dark...and shit happens. Tumbling off of the top of the statue, the bum turned luchadore looks like he's about to fall on top of Oro when he grabs the statue's arm. Quite a bit like an ape, Delirante swings by his one arm on the statue and grins happily unaware he nearly met his doom. His legs wiggle and kick about beneath him, his eyes bugging out of their sockets and almost out of his Gatito mask. Negro seems unfazed by this near death experience of his fellow Gatito or what he is doing now. Gatito Delirante: DGJFDOIHJNFKLNFDKJHEFIOHFDHLFDJHDFJHEFH-CROWN-HYKRTYIKUHIOHGFIKHUJTRYHJGNKJFDYH-DOLPHIN-ITYUYRIOYHUFDIHJNDFJHGDFBVBKJBHDFHGDF-TOWEL-USIYEJHREOUIHFBVKNJBDGKFDHKFJBGFKUDHG! Zooming in on this masked face of insanity, the camera holds the picture the best it can with him swinging so much. Static. A man in Catholic robes has a gun in hand and squeezes on the trigger and puts a bullet through a clearly Jewish man. Static. The camera plunges into black after a few seconds of the static... |
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