Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2013 14:23:33 GMT -5
Who is Khaotek?
Flip a coin, it can land on heads, or it can land on tails.
I am the third option.
Flip a coin, what if it doesn't land on heads or tails? Don't say it is impossible, impossible is an illusion, the coin is an illusion.
Illusions are very possible.
Can you seek revenge against someone who has never wronged you? What if they wronged someone you care about, is it still revenge?
Can you seek vengeance for somebody else?
I can, yet I cannot.
[The camera fades in. Khaotek stands precariously perched on a steel beam, staring down at an empty, dark stadium, with an equally empty ring placed directly below him.]
There are three sides to every problem, they are the voice of reason, the voice of emotion, and the voice of caution.
Most people only listen to one.
I hear all three.
I don't listen to any of them.
Khaotek is not a name, it is a title.
Titles are meaningless, except for this one.
Khaotek is not a name, it is a mask.
A mask I wear because Chaos has no face.
I seek no glory, no notice, I exist purely to spread.
[Khaotek drops from the rafters and lands in the middle of the ring. He walks forward and unclasps his cloak, causing it to lay out in the ring, with the star pointing to each of the ring posts and each side of the ring. Khaotek spends a minute pulling the cloak flat, then he stands in the middle of the star and looks out into the empty arena.]
Entropy, the idea that the entire universe is constantly moving towards chaos. Throw the pages of a book into the air, will they fall in the order they are meant to be read? No. They seek chaos, they seek disorder, they seek salvation from the mundane, the expected, the boring.
They seek me.
People are no different. They want surprise, they want unexpected, they want something that they could never in their wildest dreams conceive possible.
Everything in the universe seeks to achieve a non-existent state of perfect chaos.
Everything in the universe seeks my salvation.
Whether they realize it or not is a different story.
[Khaotek slides out of the ring, simultaneously pulling his cloak along with him and fastening it around his neck once again. He heads up the ramp and goes backstage, where the ring crew is working on various menial tasks in preparation for the show. Tim Bowers walks by, then stops dead in his tracks as he sees Khaotek.]
"Oh, hey Tim! Did you want to finish up that interview sometime tonight?"
[Bowers nervously looks around and mumbles something about having plenty to work with as he quickly shuffles away. Khaotek stares after him.]
"Well that was odd, you'd think he was scared of me or something."
"Oh will you kindly shut up? How could anyone possibly think I'm insane? Now then, where's my locker?"
It's right where you left it, it's not like lockers can move.
"I told you two to can it."
No, you told him to can it.
"Well, I meant both of you. Seriously, I mean it's one thing when we're planning out strategy, or coming up with a way to piss Drake off, or when I'm trying to unlock that frickin' X-Box achievement for Bioshock, but having you two follow me around is bad enough as it is, the least you could do is shut up every so often."
[Khaotek stops, then shakes his head.]
"I've gotta get this thing off before I really do go crazy."
[Khaotek ducks into the locker room, and just before the door closes behind him, the camera catches him grabbing the side of his skull mask. Then the door shuts, and the camera fades to black.]
Tonight, thousands of people will witness the appearance of raw, elemental chaos. And they will cheer my name as I strike a blow for vengeance against a man who never wronged me, they will call to the dead for blood, and instead be given a glimpse into my own, twisted paradise.
I Believe, therefore, I must.
Flip a coin, it can land on heads, or it can land on tails.
I am the third option.
Flip a coin, what if it doesn't land on heads or tails? Don't say it is impossible, impossible is an illusion, the coin is an illusion.
Illusions are very possible.
You guys there?
No.
Yes.
Good, then we are ready to begin.
Can you seek revenge against someone who has never wronged you? What if they wronged someone you care about, is it still revenge?
Can you seek vengeance for somebody else?
I can, yet I cannot.
Begin? We haven't even begun yet? What was all that crap at Road to Glory supposed to be? A publicity stunt?
A paycheck?
Fair enough, but where do we begin?
The same place where it will end. All of it will come crashing down, as it does at the beginning.
Of course. It all begins down there.
[The camera fades in. Khaotek stands precariously perched on a steel beam, staring down at an empty, dark stadium, with an equally empty ring placed directly below him.]
There are three sides to every problem, they are the voice of reason, the voice of emotion, and the voice of caution.
Most people only listen to one.
I hear all three.
I don't listen to any of them.
But so what? So we can beat up Kuk Killswitch. What does that accomplish?
Kuk is a pawn. A nuisance, he is in our way, after Thursday he won't be. Simplicity.
There is danger in underestimating your foe. He is the X-Core champion. Clearly he has skill. X-Core matches are bloody, fast paced events.
X-Core matches are about blood, he will find we do not bleed easily.
[/right]X-Core matches are about emotion, he will find no such emotion from us.
[/left]X-Core matches are about speed, he will find we take our time, and do not make mistakes.
We are not X-Core
[/left] We are not X-Core
We are not X-Core
[/right]We are Khaotek
Khaotek is not a name, it is a title.
Titles are meaningless, except for this one.
Khaotek is not a name, it is a mask.
A mask I wear because Chaos has no face.
I seek no glory, no notice, I exist purely to spread.
I believe we are in agreement then?
Sure, why not?
Drake is our target, but why limit ourselves? Surely the freedom we know should be offered to all.
Kuk Killswitch will underestimate us. He will think we are some damn fool, who are too busy talking amongst ourselves to fight him well.
He must have forgotten Road to Glory, where it was I who sent him forth.
I who taught Chris Cable to fear Diskhord.
I who showed Drake that the clock ticks slowly to his doom.
And yet tick, it certaintly does.
[Khaotek drops from the rafters and lands in the middle of the ring. He walks forward and unclasps his cloak, causing it to lay out in the ring, with the star pointing to each of the ring posts and each side of the ring. Khaotek spends a minute pulling the cloak flat, then he stands in the middle of the star and looks out into the empty arena.]
Yes, that will work out nicely.
Entropy, the idea that the entire universe is constantly moving towards chaos. Throw the pages of a book into the air, will they fall in the order they are meant to be read? No. They seek chaos, they seek disorder, they seek salvation from the mundane, the expected, the boring.
They seek me.
People are no different. They want surprise, they want unexpected, they want something that they could never in their wildest dreams conceive possible.
Everything in the universe seeks to achieve a non-existent state of perfect chaos.
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[/center]Everything in the universe seeks my salvation.
Whether they realize it or not is a different story.
[Khaotek slides out of the ring, simultaneously pulling his cloak along with him and fastening it around his neck once again. He heads up the ramp and goes backstage, where the ring crew is working on various menial tasks in preparation for the show. Tim Bowers walks by, then stops dead in his tracks as he sees Khaotek.]
"Oh, hey Tim! Did you want to finish up that interview sometime tonight?"
[Bowers nervously looks around and mumbles something about having plenty to work with as he quickly shuffles away. Khaotek stares after him.]
"Well that was odd, you'd think he was scared of me or something."
He probably thinks you're insane
"Oh will you kindly shut up? How could anyone possibly think I'm insane? Now then, where's my locker?"
It's right where you left it, it's not like lockers can move.
"I told you two to can it."
No, you told him to can it.
"Well, I meant both of you. Seriously, I mean it's one thing when we're planning out strategy, or coming up with a way to piss Drake off, or when I'm trying to unlock that frickin' X-Box achievement for Bioshock, but having you two follow me around is bad enough as it is, the least you could do is shut up every so often."
Fine, sorry I said anything.
[Khaotek stops, then shakes his head.]
"I've gotta get this thing off before I really do go crazy."
[Khaotek ducks into the locker room, and just before the door closes behind him, the camera catches him grabbing the side of his skull mask. Then the door shuts, and the camera fades to black.]
Tonight, thousands of people will witness the appearance of raw, elemental chaos. And they will cheer my name as I strike a blow for vengeance against a man who never wronged me, they will call to the dead for blood, and instead be given a glimpse into my own, twisted paradise.
I Believe, therefore, I must.