Forcing our body to visibly relax, while remaining alert and ready, we look over the man in red coveralls, looking for strenghts and weaknesses.
He's big as a fucking ox, he'll make such a nice bloody corpse.
Yes, its always so much more satisfying to sacrifice an ox than a sheep. We must remain calm, put this potential prey at ease.
"We..." We must remember personal pronouns, act as though one of the herd, "I... taking it from your attire that your in this as deep as I am. Playing games for a damned clown."
We walk calmly to examine the painting on the opposite wall. "Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights. Some consider it his greatest work, his high water mark for complexity and meaning. It's too fucking cluttered." We close the outer panels of the triptych over the centre, revealing the image painted on their other side.
"Maybe we can help each other with this fucking mess," turning toward the man in red, a small crooked smile playing on our lips, "Could you direct us to our most gracious host? I would like to thank him for his... hospitality."
HEY KIDS! DO YOU LIKE HARROWING TALES OF EXCITEMENT AND DANGER?! IF NARROW ESCAPES, TWISTED HALLS, STABS IN THE BACK, AND SHOTS IN THE DARK ARE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD TIME THEN YOU HAVE TUNED INTO RIGHT PLACE!! WELCOME, ONE AND ALL, TO PSYCHO BILLY'S HOUSE OF SLAUGHTER! THE PLACE WHERE FIVE CONTESTANTS ARE PUT TO THE TEST IN A SCAVENGER HUNT, TO THE DEATH!
Monday, October 10, 2011
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"So if you see the Vulture coming, he's flying circles in your mind, remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind. Only promised me a battle, battle for your soul and mine." Gil Scott-Heron - The Vulture
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