Post by Eno Redrum on Mar 20, 2010 19:12:42 GMT -5
The sky is overcast with dark coouds that seem to choke out every existance of sun light from teh sky above. I make my way to the mailbox as thunder crashes in the distance and lightening dances across the sky.
The mailman seems to be a bit off today as he flashes an evil grin at me and drives off. I can hear him laughing hysterically as he drives off and disappears in a cloud of his own dust.
I open the mailbox and flip through the mail. Promotion flyers and bills mostly, nothing special. Then i find a red envelope addressed simply to "Daddy" with no return address. Not even a post mark on it.
I make my way back into the house and toss the bills and promotions on the kitchen table and stare at the red envelope in my hands. I take a seat in the living room and open the letter. The smell of brimestone fills the air briefly as I break the seal on the envelope and pull the letter out.
My eyes widen in dismay as I begin reading the letter.
Dear Daddy,
I miss you so much daddy, I wish you were here to be with me and mommy. She cries a lot and she's always sad daddy. Please come home. I miss you so much…
Mommy says it's okay. But I don't think it will be.
I learned how to ride a bike today daddy. I wish you were there so see me. And I fell down and got a huge booboo…it hurt really badly. I wish you were there to kiss it better.
I started kindergarten today daddy…I was so afraid to go inside, but my teacher was really nice.
We had daddy's day at school today…where other kids daddy's came in and talked about their jobs. Even though I didn't have a daddy I told them that you were on the road and that you were very famous.
I started middle school today daddy. I wish you were there…It was hard on my first day but I made it through. Mama helped me.
I started high school today dad. It was one of the hardest things I've had to go through. I made a lot of friends. And for the first time, in a long time, I was happy.
Today was my first football game. We won. When everyone's dad's came out to celebrate and congratulate us, I just smiled because I knew somewhere out there, you were thinking of me and were proud of me.
I graduated high school dad! Mama was so proud. She said you would be too. We went out to dinner at your favorite restaurant that night; I ordered your favorite food even though I didn't like it.
I'm married now, Oh how I wish you were there…I love you dad.
My first child was born…a baby girl. I wish you were there to hold your granddaughter, she's so beautiful dad…you would've loved her. Just like you loved me.
I died today daddy…I was in a car accident…its okay daddy…why are you crying? I took your place in the car accident, along with mom. We died instead of you so now you and Jordan are alive and mommy and I are here in heaven alone looking down on the both of you.
All the things I listed in the letter are things I will never experienced because I died at such a young age. All because you couldn't get the job done and it came back to haunt you. Only this time, you didn't pay the price daddy, mama and I did.
I hate you daddy. Hate you because you came up short like you always do. You are what they say you are.
Past your prime.
Too foolish to realize when it is time to move on.
Always the one who comes up short in the end.
Good luck daddy with your future endevours in the TWD, you're gonna need all the luck you can get. Especially starting this week with Krunchy.
And let's not forget all the others that want your head on a platter.
Jamie Krenshaw.
Jason Hartnell.
Filipe Barroqueiro.
Ali Khadafi and all those you screwed over in the past.
See you soon daddy. That is if you can scam your way into heaven instead of hell where you belong. . . . . .
Suddenyl I bolt up out of the dream in a heavy sweat, my breathing shallow and rapid. Tears fill my red eyes.
It's just a dream I try to tell myself. It's only a dream.
However, somewhere in the dark corners of my heart, I feel it is more.
A message from beyond the grave perhaps.
Who knows.[/i]
"I don't need to be made to look evil. I can do that on my own."
The first thing that hits you about this place is the desolation. Empty, barren ground as far as the eye can see, broken up occasionally by tufts of dry grass, somehow clinging to life in this dead landscape. A lone figure makes his way across this wasteland, walking with a purpose towards the abandoned encampment to the east. The sun is low, casting long shadows across the ground, the sky a stunning mixture of oranges and reds, its beauty not fitting in this place of despair. As the figure makes its way across the dusty ground, a flock of birds scatters in alarm, fighting for airspace in their efforts to escape the intruder. We move closer now, hoping to identify the figure, as he makes his way through a set of unlocked, rusted gates.
"I've brought you here for a reason Krunch. This inhospitable place conceals many secrets and has more to offer than first meets the eye. How many people have passed across this threshold with smiling faces and happy thoughts, looking forward to a day of good, clean fun? How many children's eyes have lit up like Christmas tree lights in anticipation of the wonders they would see inside? But it is not these images of happiness and optimism that brings me here today. Instead, my quest has a darker purpose, to understand the mind and soul of a man known to you as Eno Redrum."
In front of us lies an abandoned fairground. The big top pitted by wear, holes visible in its fabric walls. To the left is the abandoned waltzer, rusted and decrepit, a mere shell now, all majesty and vibrance long since departed. Behind it, towering high above all other structures is the ferris wheel, the capsules covered in dirt and bird droppings, their windows cracked. However, the figure's attention is not focused on any of these, instead concentrating on a low, nondescript looking building, its facade giving no clues to its contents. The figure makes its way towards this building, its steps measured, feet crunching on the gravel underfoot.
"It was a mystery to me how a place designed to bring pleasure can twist and warp the very soul of a man, turning him into a resentful and dark being. What possible effect could this place, in its prime, have other than being uplifting? I've thought about it for a long time and I believe I've found the answer, though to explain, I'll need to take you inside here."
The figure enters the building now, disappearing into the darkness. We follow, expecting illumination of every sort once we get inside. However, the blackness remains, and we fumble our way forward, only the ambient light from outside permeating in through the cracks around the door. When the voice speaks again, it is disembodied, bringing an eerie feel to this place.
"The key to understanding the degeneration of dear Mr Redru, is in understanding this place and the secret behind its fortifying effects. It's really rather simple. Nobody comes to a place like this expecting a better, more palatable reality, no. People flock in their thousands to places like this because they want to escape reality, to experience illusion."
Overhead lights flicker on, their harsh, stark glow illuminating our surroundings. In front of us we see, us. Now we realise what this is, an old hall of mirrors. The figure we followed in is nowhere to be seen, nor is his reflection. We make our way cautiously forward, unwilling to venture too far, too quickly.
"The illusion of security, the illusion of joy - these are what people visited this place for. To escape the everyday grind, the bleakness and pessimism of their small, insignificant lives. Illusion is the explanation of Eno Redrum, his character and his temperament. On the surface he is almost demonic, an intimidating figure to be sure. Yet if we dig a little deeper, we find the true Eno Redrum. The outer appearance is mere illusion, a barrier erected to mask the insecurities of a scared man, fearful of amounting to nothing, of being a failure."
We spot movement out of the corner of our eye, the suggestion of a moving figure. All too quickly it is gone again, yet we can hear footsteps somewhere nearby. Turning left, no, it is merely a reflection. Is he behind us? No, not there either. Yet we can feel his presence close to us, a knot forming in our stomach.
"Eno puts forward this image of himself yet the reality is dramatically different. His world is full of illusion, built on the premise of a carnival, surviving through smoke and mirrors. This week, the smoke will clear and the mirrors will be, shattered. Don't you find it odd that the town we have come to is the same town where Eno lost his daughter? Around the same time of the year? A time when the cold gives way to the warmth. When winter is suppose to die and spring represents life? Not in the world or the mind of Eno however."
The lights abruptly go out and around us we hear the noise of breaking glass, feeling the shards dropping from the ceiling around us. A faint laugh is heard, followed by the sound of a door slamming, leaving us alone in the darkness.
"Soon the darkness will give way to the light and Eno will be seen for the true person he is. Your misguided images of him are slowly fading and he is being seen in a new light. Krunch, can you see the man you prepare to face for what he really is or are you still lost in the Hall of mIrrors? Surrounded by distorted images of the scared man most call a monster?
The mailman seems to be a bit off today as he flashes an evil grin at me and drives off. I can hear him laughing hysterically as he drives off and disappears in a cloud of his own dust.
I open the mailbox and flip through the mail. Promotion flyers and bills mostly, nothing special. Then i find a red envelope addressed simply to "Daddy" with no return address. Not even a post mark on it.
I make my way back into the house and toss the bills and promotions on the kitchen table and stare at the red envelope in my hands. I take a seat in the living room and open the letter. The smell of brimestone fills the air briefly as I break the seal on the envelope and pull the letter out.
My eyes widen in dismay as I begin reading the letter.
Dear Daddy,
I miss you so much daddy, I wish you were here to be with me and mommy. She cries a lot and she's always sad daddy. Please come home. I miss you so much…
Mommy says it's okay. But I don't think it will be.
I learned how to ride a bike today daddy. I wish you were there so see me. And I fell down and got a huge booboo…it hurt really badly. I wish you were there to kiss it better.
I started kindergarten today daddy…I was so afraid to go inside, but my teacher was really nice.
We had daddy's day at school today…where other kids daddy's came in and talked about their jobs. Even though I didn't have a daddy I told them that you were on the road and that you were very famous.
I started middle school today daddy. I wish you were there…It was hard on my first day but I made it through. Mama helped me.
I started high school today dad. It was one of the hardest things I've had to go through. I made a lot of friends. And for the first time, in a long time, I was happy.
Today was my first football game. We won. When everyone's dad's came out to celebrate and congratulate us, I just smiled because I knew somewhere out there, you were thinking of me and were proud of me.
I graduated high school dad! Mama was so proud. She said you would be too. We went out to dinner at your favorite restaurant that night; I ordered your favorite food even though I didn't like it.
I'm married now, Oh how I wish you were there…I love you dad.
My first child was born…a baby girl. I wish you were there to hold your granddaughter, she's so beautiful dad…you would've loved her. Just like you loved me.
I died today daddy…I was in a car accident…its okay daddy…why are you crying? I took your place in the car accident, along with mom. We died instead of you so now you and Jordan are alive and mommy and I are here in heaven alone looking down on the both of you.
All the things I listed in the letter are things I will never experienced because I died at such a young age. All because you couldn't get the job done and it came back to haunt you. Only this time, you didn't pay the price daddy, mama and I did.
I hate you daddy. Hate you because you came up short like you always do. You are what they say you are.
Past your prime.
Too foolish to realize when it is time to move on.
Always the one who comes up short in the end.
Good luck daddy with your future endevours in the TWD, you're gonna need all the luck you can get. Especially starting this week with Krunchy.
And let's not forget all the others that want your head on a platter.
Jamie Krenshaw.
Jason Hartnell.
Filipe Barroqueiro.
Ali Khadafi and all those you screwed over in the past.
See you soon daddy. That is if you can scam your way into heaven instead of hell where you belong. . . . . .
Suddenyl I bolt up out of the dream in a heavy sweat, my breathing shallow and rapid. Tears fill my red eyes.
It's just a dream I try to tell myself. It's only a dream.
However, somewhere in the dark corners of my heart, I feel it is more.
A message from beyond the grave perhaps.
Who knows.[/i]
"I don't need to be made to look evil. I can do that on my own."
The first thing that hits you about this place is the desolation. Empty, barren ground as far as the eye can see, broken up occasionally by tufts of dry grass, somehow clinging to life in this dead landscape. A lone figure makes his way across this wasteland, walking with a purpose towards the abandoned encampment to the east. The sun is low, casting long shadows across the ground, the sky a stunning mixture of oranges and reds, its beauty not fitting in this place of despair. As the figure makes its way across the dusty ground, a flock of birds scatters in alarm, fighting for airspace in their efforts to escape the intruder. We move closer now, hoping to identify the figure, as he makes his way through a set of unlocked, rusted gates.
"I've brought you here for a reason Krunch. This inhospitable place conceals many secrets and has more to offer than first meets the eye. How many people have passed across this threshold with smiling faces and happy thoughts, looking forward to a day of good, clean fun? How many children's eyes have lit up like Christmas tree lights in anticipation of the wonders they would see inside? But it is not these images of happiness and optimism that brings me here today. Instead, my quest has a darker purpose, to understand the mind and soul of a man known to you as Eno Redrum."
In front of us lies an abandoned fairground. The big top pitted by wear, holes visible in its fabric walls. To the left is the abandoned waltzer, rusted and decrepit, a mere shell now, all majesty and vibrance long since departed. Behind it, towering high above all other structures is the ferris wheel, the capsules covered in dirt and bird droppings, their windows cracked. However, the figure's attention is not focused on any of these, instead concentrating on a low, nondescript looking building, its facade giving no clues to its contents. The figure makes its way towards this building, its steps measured, feet crunching on the gravel underfoot.
"It was a mystery to me how a place designed to bring pleasure can twist and warp the very soul of a man, turning him into a resentful and dark being. What possible effect could this place, in its prime, have other than being uplifting? I've thought about it for a long time and I believe I've found the answer, though to explain, I'll need to take you inside here."
The figure enters the building now, disappearing into the darkness. We follow, expecting illumination of every sort once we get inside. However, the blackness remains, and we fumble our way forward, only the ambient light from outside permeating in through the cracks around the door. When the voice speaks again, it is disembodied, bringing an eerie feel to this place.
"The key to understanding the degeneration of dear Mr Redru, is in understanding this place and the secret behind its fortifying effects. It's really rather simple. Nobody comes to a place like this expecting a better, more palatable reality, no. People flock in their thousands to places like this because they want to escape reality, to experience illusion."
Overhead lights flicker on, their harsh, stark glow illuminating our surroundings. In front of us we see, us. Now we realise what this is, an old hall of mirrors. The figure we followed in is nowhere to be seen, nor is his reflection. We make our way cautiously forward, unwilling to venture too far, too quickly.
"The illusion of security, the illusion of joy - these are what people visited this place for. To escape the everyday grind, the bleakness and pessimism of their small, insignificant lives. Illusion is the explanation of Eno Redrum, his character and his temperament. On the surface he is almost demonic, an intimidating figure to be sure. Yet if we dig a little deeper, we find the true Eno Redrum. The outer appearance is mere illusion, a barrier erected to mask the insecurities of a scared man, fearful of amounting to nothing, of being a failure."
We spot movement out of the corner of our eye, the suggestion of a moving figure. All too quickly it is gone again, yet we can hear footsteps somewhere nearby. Turning left, no, it is merely a reflection. Is he behind us? No, not there either. Yet we can feel his presence close to us, a knot forming in our stomach.
"Eno puts forward this image of himself yet the reality is dramatically different. His world is full of illusion, built on the premise of a carnival, surviving through smoke and mirrors. This week, the smoke will clear and the mirrors will be, shattered. Don't you find it odd that the town we have come to is the same town where Eno lost his daughter? Around the same time of the year? A time when the cold gives way to the warmth. When winter is suppose to die and spring represents life? Not in the world or the mind of Eno however."
The lights abruptly go out and around us we hear the noise of breaking glass, feeling the shards dropping from the ceiling around us. A faint laugh is heard, followed by the sound of a door slamming, leaving us alone in the darkness.
"Soon the darkness will give way to the light and Eno will be seen for the true person he is. Your misguided images of him are slowly fading and he is being seen in a new light. Krunch, can you see the man you prepare to face for what he really is or are you still lost in the Hall of mIrrors? Surrounded by distorted images of the scared man most call a monster?
