Come one, Come all and witness a new Dawn.
The Dawning of a new Age.
The Dawning of a new Revloultion.
The Dawning of a new Pollution.
The Dawning of a new Solution.
But you still have time to repent. Not much time, but time none the less.
If you do not join us, there is no gaurentee of your safety.
The Sun will set now, and will rise at Common Ground.
Andy, I'm so sorry. It had to happen. Please understand.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
8
We seem to constantly receive two questions.
"Who are you?" and "Did you really attack Andy Duke"
The first question cannot be answered here and now, but you will have your answer soon enough.
Yes, we really did attack Andy Duke. Why?
Well, that you'll find out soon enough, as well.
Sorry for being so vague.
No you're not. You LOVE it.
What we're trying to say is, we had our reasons. They're very good reasons. We will reveal what
they are when the time is right. Unfortunately for you, that time is not now.
But that time will come. Sooner than you'll think.
"Who are you?" and "Did you really attack Andy Duke"
The first question cannot be answered here and now, but you will have your answer soon enough.
Yes, we really did attack Andy Duke. Why?
Well, that you'll find out soon enough, as well.
Sorry for being so vague.
No you're not. You LOVE it.
What we're trying to say is, we had our reasons. They're very good reasons. We will reveal what
they are when the time is right. Unfortunately for you, that time is not now.
But that time will come. Sooner than you'll think.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
7
Eventually, everything falls.
Empires.
Mortality Rates.
Romantics.
Population Counts.
Heart Rates.
Species.
They all fall. One "empire" will fall, and be replaced with another. The cult of ONE shall fall first victim of The Cast.
Watch your back.
If you feel a tugging on your cape, it'll be too late....
Empires.
Mortality Rates.
Romantics.
Population Counts.
Heart Rates.
Species.
They all fall. One "empire" will fall, and be replaced with another. The cult of ONE shall fall first victim of The Cast.
Watch your back.
If you feel a tugging on your cape, it'll be too late....
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
6
Black Masks. Trench Coats.
Hides the faces. Conceals the weapons.
Black Masks and Trench Coats shall be in full force in EWT.
But just who is under the mask? Who is under the coat?
Don't worry Mr. Duke. Don't worry. You'll find out soon. Soon.
Hides the faces. Conceals the weapons.
Black Masks and Trench Coats shall be in full force in EWT.
But just who is under the mask? Who is under the coat?
Don't worry Mr. Duke. Don't worry. You'll find out soon. Soon.
5
Love Tricks.
It makes you believe things that aren't true. It makes you see things that aren't there. It makes you want to take bullets for people you usually wouldn't care about.
Love Changes.
It makes you change your looks. Who you talk to. Who you don't talk to. Where you live. How you act.
Love Kills.
And when she takes her claws out of your heart, it'll leave you worse off then when you started.
It makes you believe things that aren't true. It makes you see things that aren't there. It makes you want to take bullets for people you usually wouldn't care about.
Love Changes.
It makes you change your looks. Who you talk to. Who you don't talk to. Where you live. How you act.
Love Kills.
And when she takes her claws out of your heart, it'll leave you worse off then when you started.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
4
My body is a finely tuned machine capable of incomprehensible damage. While others break down or need new parts, I continue to produce my wears. And what exactly are my wares? An ecstasy of cataclysmic violence not for the sake of destruction, but in order to SAVE.
My body is an everchanging vessel for my MESSAGE. I used to be mere zooplankton in the world's ocean, who's only abilities were my voice and my knack for swinging plunder. Now, I feel my muscle fiber expanding. I'm getting bigger. And as the fiber grows, my need for spoken word shrinks. I no longer need to spout the never-ending message of THE END IS NEAR. My body will do that for me. From here on out, I'm mute.
My body is a thing of beauty. It has the ability to stop women and men dead in their tracks. But like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden,
sampling this fruit comes with consequence. I am all of life's twists and and turns personified, and you have no brakes.
Finely tuned. Everchanging Vessel. Thing of Beauty. Those are just a few phrases that can describe the Cast of Heroes. The veil will be lifted soon, don't worry. We're just waiting for the right TIME.
My body is an everchanging vessel for my MESSAGE. I used to be mere zooplankton in the world's ocean, who's only abilities were my voice and my knack for swinging plunder. Now, I feel my muscle fiber expanding. I'm getting bigger. And as the fiber grows, my need for spoken word shrinks. I no longer need to spout the never-ending message of THE END IS NEAR. My body will do that for me. From here on out, I'm mute.
My body is a thing of beauty. It has the ability to stop women and men dead in their tracks. But like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden,
sampling this fruit comes with consequence. I am all of life's twists and and turns personified, and you have no brakes.
Finely tuned. Everchanging Vessel. Thing of Beauty. Those are just a few phrases that can describe the Cast of Heroes. The veil will be lifted soon, don't worry. We're just waiting for the right TIME.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
3
When it boils down to it, every issue is black or white.
There is no shade of gray.
You're either with us, or against us.
The Cast of Heroes are coming to EWT, and with it, we bring change.
You cannot partially support change.
You're either for change, or against it.
Those who are for change are respective members of our cast. They are the ones on the streets wearing the black masks and black trenchcoats.
Then there are those who are against it. The one's we will fight. Tooth and nail until our capes our tattered and our masks ripped-off.
Soon we will not need masks though.
NO SECRETS. NO HIDING. NO HOPE.
The new QUESTION is, will you change or will change happen to you?
There is no shade of gray.
You're either with us, or against us.
The Cast of Heroes are coming to EWT, and with it, we bring change.
You cannot partially support change.
You're either for change, or against it.
Those who are for change are respective members of our cast. They are the ones on the streets wearing the black masks and black trenchcoats.
Then there are those who are against it. The one's we will fight. Tooth and nail until our capes our tattered and our masks ripped-off.
Soon we will not need masks though.
NO SECRETS. NO HIDING. NO HOPE.
The new QUESTION is, will you change or will change happen to you?
Saturday, January 19, 2008
2
Gather around, as it now is story time.
Small Town, USA.
Winter.
A little after 2 AM.
22 Years ago.
A man, 31 years old. with a son at home, aged two. Remember him, as he'll be very important. Maybe not in this particular chapter, but in the rest of this story, he plays a major part.
But anyway, a man, 31 years old. Stumbling out of a bar after last call. Into a snowbank he falls. With a woman not his wife. His loving wife, back at home, waiting with baited breath for her husband to return. His eager son, in and out of a restless slumber, also waits.
The husband, father, will never come home. Who is responsible for this? A neighborhood tough looking to rough someone up? A drunk driver? No, you see, for it was only his own fault. For no one took his life, but he took the life of another.
He knew that he could no longer keep up the charade of both a wife and a mistress, so he did what any junkie/drunk would do. He took care of the problem.
He prematurely ended the PHYSICAL life of his mistress, and the EMOTIONAL life
of his wife and son, who's cries and tears were soon replaced with the wailing crescendo of police sirens.
13 years later, this man ended his physical life via noose. He was alone. He was buried on a Saturday.
What is the most heart breaking thing about this sob-story? Its not how people die, but rather, how they live. The populous needs a wake-up call. So many waste their meager lives, and before they realize it enough to change themselves, its too late. Their lives end, or are taken from them, prematurely. Our goal is to cause mass realization. Those who desire change shall do so, and be save. Be better. Those who resist shall become martyr's for a fruitless cause.
Small Town, USA.
Winter.
A little after 2 AM.
22 Years ago.
A man, 31 years old. with a son at home, aged two. Remember him, as he'll be very important. Maybe not in this particular chapter, but in the rest of this story, he plays a major part.
But anyway, a man, 31 years old. Stumbling out of a bar after last call. Into a snowbank he falls. With a woman not his wife. His loving wife, back at home, waiting with baited breath for her husband to return. His eager son, in and out of a restless slumber, also waits.
The husband, father, will never come home. Who is responsible for this? A neighborhood tough looking to rough someone up? A drunk driver? No, you see, for it was only his own fault. For no one took his life, but he took the life of another.
He knew that he could no longer keep up the charade of both a wife and a mistress, so he did what any junkie/drunk would do. He took care of the problem.
He prematurely ended the PHYSICAL life of his mistress, and the EMOTIONAL life
of his wife and son, who's cries and tears were soon replaced with the wailing crescendo of police sirens.
13 years later, this man ended his physical life via noose. He was alone. He was buried on a Saturday.
What is the most heart breaking thing about this sob-story? Its not how people die, but rather, how they live. The populous needs a wake-up call. So many waste their meager lives, and before they realize it enough to change themselves, its too late. Their lives end, or are taken from them, prematurely. Our goal is to cause mass realization. Those who desire change shall do so, and be save. Be better. Those who resist shall become martyr's for a fruitless cause.
Friday, January 18, 2008
1
A day in Metropolis, walking through the bustling masses is like asphyxiation. The more time you spend amongst them, watching them down grande frap and vente mocha as if they were water and jabber away the hours on cells, I can feel the noose around my neck grow ever tighter.
The offensive amalgam of gothic architechture, a relic of a time long passed,
and the cold,calculated baronial steel and glass coffins,
a symbol of the end of individuality, make for a morose prison cell.
As as the work day ceases and the sirens blare, they amass in the streets like maggots on death. They leave their mark, not just with their commercial waste, but with fingerprints and footsteps.
I pass them by, and all I see is a waste of a life. They perhaps see the same, but I doubt it. I doubt they see me at all.
What they fail to realize is that under this plain brown-paper-and-string exterior lies The ANSWER.
Its not my fault society is fucked up. But I can SAVE it. I can rid society of those wastes and offenders.
EWT's been holding out for a hero like a girl saving her virginity for THE ONE. She could fuck some guy in the back alley behind a nightclub that she's too young
to legally enter, much like EWT could rely on FALSE PROPHETS.
The QUESTION is, will EWT stay abstinent? Wait for the heroes, and not waste it on someone who is "just a fuck"? Or will they prove themselves to be no better than the people we're trying to save them from?
Now its your job to give the right ANSWER. One chance. No Do-overs. So, whats it going to be?
The offensive amalgam of gothic architechture, a relic of a time long passed,
and the cold,calculated baronial steel and glass coffins,
a symbol of the end of individuality, make for a morose prison cell.
As as the work day ceases and the sirens blare, they amass in the streets like maggots on death. They leave their mark, not just with their commercial waste, but with fingerprints and footsteps.
I pass them by, and all I see is a waste of a life. They perhaps see the same, but I doubt it. I doubt they see me at all.
What they fail to realize is that under this plain brown-paper-and-string exterior lies The ANSWER.
Its not my fault society is fucked up. But I can SAVE it. I can rid society of those wastes and offenders.
EWT's been holding out for a hero like a girl saving her virginity for THE ONE. She could fuck some guy in the back alley behind a nightclub that she's too young
to legally enter, much like EWT could rely on FALSE PROPHETS.
The QUESTION is, will EWT stay abstinent? Wait for the heroes, and not waste it on someone who is "just a fuck"? Or will they prove themselves to be no better than the people we're trying to save them from?
Now its your job to give the right ANSWER. One chance. No Do-overs. So, whats it going to be?
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