There is a shot of lightning out of the dark as the stadium is enveloped in a darkened red mist. Thunder rolls around the arena as the ramp lights up with eerie green and purple lights, shimmering off of the metal. The name “Xaos” is shown on the titantron, in sharp dark purple letters
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Allo, RWU. You don’t know me, but I am here to exact my living honor of destruction and Xaos into thy very fabric of everyone’s lives
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The voice bellows around the arena. The crowd silent as they are too scared to breathe
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I’ve been but a myth up until now. Scouting about the most violent and malicious of places to rest thy head, and begin thy reign of terror that I am sure to ensue. Thy myths of Kyrax are going to be fulfilled, and thy ideologies of Syrna will become truth
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There is a quick flash of strobe light around the arena as a dark figure is in the ring, holding a black staff with a circled cube ontop of it
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I’m here, finally. Here to rule what is truly mine, and here to rule what is rightfully…Xaotic!
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Xaos pounds the bottom of the staff on the mat as fire pounces from the stage. Loud bursts of thunder alleviate as there is nothing left in the ring but a small, black ring. At the stage, the darkened figure bows his head and leaves his staff lying at the entrance of the stage
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RWU. Thy realisms have come to fault. Thy internal memories, skewed. The myths are set to become reality, and thee will of Syrna, and thy desires of Kyrax, shalls't be tormented into realization
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The arena goes light, with a gleaming yellow tint. The corners of the stage start to burn with bluish-green fire as the dark figure walks down the ramp, stopping half-way down the ramp
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You see, RWU, thy hast been kept in silence. You'th hasn't been told thy great stories of thy Kyrax and Syrna. And shall you not know the truth behind, you shall keep thy ignorance to thyself. Either way, your neediness of entertainment and materialistic ideals shall halt with my exit. Your ignorance will falter with my absence. And your minds shall come back to the realism of what has, or hasn't, come yet
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Fire billows down the ramp, engulfing the darkened figure within. Immoliating, the darkened figure raises his hand and the fire halts
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For this, RWU, you shalls't call me Xaos
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Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:26 pm