Post by Marcus T on Sept 7, 2009 0:36:43 GMT -5
[The scene opens up to a world in ruins. The streets have been taken over by the half dead. The living have taken cover. Pandamonia has spread threw out the world. Most of the unliving have turn on one another in order to eat. In the mist of a Zombie Riot one man sits in the middle of the street on top of a box. It is Marcus Redrum. The dead child of Eno. The evil smirk of the dead comes across his face.]
MR: Hello.... DAD! You thought you could forget about me? You failed to protect me. I would have tried to fight off the bullet, but after all that bull that mom said that you where about, I thought death would be better than to be around your drunken ass day in and day out.
Kingpin could not have assasinated me sooner.
This is my 187 message to a dead beat dad from a dead ass son. Live from the grave of Marcus Redrum. You use to say the things that mom said about you where fake. Yet, here I am... DEAD! All the while your sorry ass sleeps. Sleep for what? Snoring like a bear in the winter time.
My sister is running around with out a person to take care of her and all you can do is drink and pass out. You might as well give her up to odoption and maybe death would adopt her like it did me.
World champion of what? A bunch of no talent hacks? I like Marcus T better. At least he is honest with himself. He went as far as to give you a job, a job you could not hold on to, cause like your family, you gave up on it.
I feel like you where the one setting me up for my killings. Are you the one who hired the hit? Or did you run to Kingpin and have him do your dirty work? Either way it goes you are still a shady ass pops. You knew mom was getting ready to skip town with the kid in tow and you could not hack it.
I am going to go ask god for a second life as your son, only older. Then I will meet you in the wrestling ring and knock your old ass around a bit. I will do it until I get sick and tired of you like I do a feud between Colt Crawford and Saber.
As far as I am concern... DAD! You are dead to me.
[Redrum stands up and grab a Zombie Hooker. Scene fades.]
BBMT:
No matter the character.
He is to die for.
MR: Hello.... DAD! You thought you could forget about me? You failed to protect me. I would have tried to fight off the bullet, but after all that bull that mom said that you where about, I thought death would be better than to be around your drunken ass day in and day out.
Kingpin could not have assasinated me sooner.
This is my 187 message to a dead beat dad from a dead ass son. Live from the grave of Marcus Redrum. You use to say the things that mom said about you where fake. Yet, here I am... DEAD! All the while your sorry ass sleeps. Sleep for what? Snoring like a bear in the winter time.
My sister is running around with out a person to take care of her and all you can do is drink and pass out. You might as well give her up to odoption and maybe death would adopt her like it did me.
World champion of what? A bunch of no talent hacks? I like Marcus T better. At least he is honest with himself. He went as far as to give you a job, a job you could not hold on to, cause like your family, you gave up on it.
I feel like you where the one setting me up for my killings. Are you the one who hired the hit? Or did you run to Kingpin and have him do your dirty work? Either way it goes you are still a shady ass pops. You knew mom was getting ready to skip town with the kid in tow and you could not hack it.
I am going to go ask god for a second life as your son, only older. Then I will meet you in the wrestling ring and knock your old ass around a bit. I will do it until I get sick and tired of you like I do a feud between Colt Crawford and Saber.
As far as I am concern... DAD! You are dead to me.
[Redrum stands up and grab a Zombie Hooker. Scene fades.]
BBMT:
No matter the character.
He is to die for.