Post by Gib on Mar 22, 2010 19:54:28 GMT -6
(a voice rings out, clear and distinct not the voice of a monster but the voice of a man, the voice of Gib)
It would be easy to use some metaphorical diatribe about Jesus or god or something, but that would be a lie. Religion is nothing more then stories, stories that make children feel scared at night, so they won’t like the next day. They make adults think twice about screwing their secretary, they help people with their violent tendencies. If in this world everyone simply did what they wanted to this would be a scary place wouldn’t it.
Well, I set out to start that revolution. With the absence of religion and the absence of morals and the absence of a conscience I set forth to do the work that god would have done if he actually existed. Cleansing. See, you Angel seem to want to rehabilitate me, make the mystique of Homeless Harold go away like a bad dream, like a nightmare that has gone far too long but that my friend is not going to happen. This isn’t a storybook, this is not a bedtime story where you will destroy the evil monster and all will be better.
For I am indestructible, whether or not you want to admit it.
Every time someone has a thought of maiming another person, every time someone desires a woman that isn’t their wife, every time someone takes far more then the share they deserve that strengthens me. That makes me more powerful, that makes my ideologies stronger it makes me points better understood. See, I am not trying to make the world a better place, I am trying to make it real. I am reality, I am the first thought that crosses your mind…
I am lust, for I continue to desire women in only a sexual way even while knowing that in the afterlife my soul will blow around in restless hurricane like winds as is spoken of in the inferno.
I am gluttony because I suffer from praeproere, laute, nimis, forente, studiose ardenter simultaneously while others have none.
I am greed because I desire more of everything despite being given so much in your life I will be bound and laid face down on the ground so as not to see those things I cared about so much with my earthly thoughts.
I am acedia because for my whole life I have never taken care of things that should have been taken care of, the melancholy nature that exists due to my lack of concern or belief in gods will certainly bind me among the worst offenders in the history of mankind.
I am wrath because of the many acts of ill will I have taken out on people, acts that were spurned by jealousy, or rage or for no other reason then they have a handsome face that needed rearranging.
I am envy because time after time in my life I have wanted what others have had, ask Kristoff, ask Steve, ask yourself Angel. See, I covet what you have, I covet the relationship you have with my son, with my Xander, I envy your title, I envy your family. Your life is filled with things that I wanted.
I am pride for I never would allow my stature to fall by allowing my son to be a wrestler, I was more worried with how his losses would affect my legacy, how he would be attached to me and when he lost to Philip Burns, that day I realized that he wouldn’t be anything that he would ruin my pride. That was the initial reason that Harold showed up… to avenge my sons loss to Philip Burns and at some point along the way, the stars aligned and the earth shook and Homeless Harold manifested into his own creature his own beast…
I know I am sins, I know I have done wrong and I wish to state my contrition…
O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell. But most of all because I have offended you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen.
I wish I could say four “Hail Mary’s” and an “Our Father” and have my sins forgiven. But you brought him back Angel, you brought the beast back and I can’t get out. I can’t get control… You were right Angel, but for you I feel it is too late for you, last month may have very well killed me… Because last month the monster became stronger and I can’t get out…
Do what you say you will do… Be what you claim to be and save me… Save me from Harold because I can see what he plans on doing to you, I can see what he plans on doing to Xander and although you think his arm may be injured, although you think you got the big laugh last weekend he is angry, he is mad and he is planning some very bad things… Things that they can’t even show in movies…
Help me rid myself of him Angel…
I have too much blood on my hands already…
Save me…
(Scene opens to a dank cellar, the water drips from pipes in the ceiling and sitting in front of a giant workbench, a welder it in his hand as he attaches two giant pieces of metal to one another, forming some shape which is beyond us at the time. The back of his head is unsightly, as the hair shaved from Steve Awesome’s head is dried and frizzy, the parts that aren’t matted directly to the mask with blood from various sources. He picks a hammer up and begins to smash the metal until a piece breaks off, he laughs and starts speaking in the monotonous, gravely voice)
He wants to get out… He wants to take control but he is too weak, and for that Angel, I thank you. I thank you for making what I have been trying to do for months now come true. See, Angel, unlike Gib I am not bridled by inhibitions I am not going to stop before something bad happens. Gib holds back, despite his exterior of being tough and caring only for himself he for too long has cared more about what others think and that just fueled the fire, the fire that burned, the fire that created me.
Sure, Harold was initially a sideshow attraction, crack a joke make someone laugh but little by little the brutality was enjoyed, the power of anonymity was too much and not having to face up to your actions with your name being tarnished lead to me… And now that I exist there is no destroying me. I know you want to save Gib Angel, but to save him you have to get through me Angel.
I know you aren’t scared, I know that you think you are my kryptonite but I think you will learn to realize very soon that your sacrifice will be in vain, for I don’t pull punches, I don’t stop and when I plant the spear of destiny directly into your side, killing you for my so called sins, nothing will change because martyrdom and religion hold the same value as an episode of friends, because they are all stories, they aren’t based in reality.
They call me a monster because I speak the truth while those that lie are celebrated. I am scorned because I do the things that others are scared to do. Well, like the messiah you are going to be sacrificed and when all is said and done, the only thing that will change is the fact that Gib will have his triple crown, Gib will feel like he has conquered adversity and done the impossible. Nothing else, the world won’t miraculously become a better place, because you are no savior, you are no martyr…
You are just a man, just like Gib…
But I am every desire you ever had, I am every wish you want fulfilled… As long as people sin, as long as people have cruel and disheartening thoughts I will have fuel because even your thoughts power me Angel, hell, it was the thoughts and actions of Xander that brought me back…
He proved that he didn’t have what it takes to deal with me.
Now it is your turn to understand what I am capable of. You may not be scared of me today, but next Monday I am sure the nightmares will begin… And when they start they will consume everything about you.
(Scene is changed to a living room in a giant home, we see the wife of Angel Shelly playing with Hayleigh on the floor, when a giant clanking sound is heard, Shelly looks up, alarmed and grabs her daughter, walking to the large bay window. Outside by the the dim quarter moon shows a massive frame, a white mask with a sledgehammer held in his left hand. He swings it one armed into a stake, driving a rope into the ground and raising a giant metallic cross in the air, the look on Shelly’s face is one of complete fear as she clings to her daughter… His right arm is taped to his chest, obvious fallout from the vicious arm bar Xander applied to him this past weekend. He hammers the stake into the ground and drops the hammer to the ground looking at the window, Shelly is on the phone and Harold approaches the window slowly and methodically… Shelly backs off and Harold stops cocking his head, he raises his left hand into the air and waves with only his fingers. On the giant cross behind him it reads “Sunday” in red dripping text… Harold turns and walks away without speed, without purpose words flow from his mouth, simply words)
You took something that belongs to Gib, Gib isn’t strong enough to get retribution but I am the great balancer of power, I will make sure that he gets his retribution and it won’t be long before I take something that belongs to you…
Sleep well Angel, you really should get a better alarm system as your house…
(Scene fades)
It would be easy to use some metaphorical diatribe about Jesus or god or something, but that would be a lie. Religion is nothing more then stories, stories that make children feel scared at night, so they won’t like the next day. They make adults think twice about screwing their secretary, they help people with their violent tendencies. If in this world everyone simply did what they wanted to this would be a scary place wouldn’t it.
Well, I set out to start that revolution. With the absence of religion and the absence of morals and the absence of a conscience I set forth to do the work that god would have done if he actually existed. Cleansing. See, you Angel seem to want to rehabilitate me, make the mystique of Homeless Harold go away like a bad dream, like a nightmare that has gone far too long but that my friend is not going to happen. This isn’t a storybook, this is not a bedtime story where you will destroy the evil monster and all will be better.
For I am indestructible, whether or not you want to admit it.
Every time someone has a thought of maiming another person, every time someone desires a woman that isn’t their wife, every time someone takes far more then the share they deserve that strengthens me. That makes me more powerful, that makes my ideologies stronger it makes me points better understood. See, I am not trying to make the world a better place, I am trying to make it real. I am reality, I am the first thought that crosses your mind…
I am lust, for I continue to desire women in only a sexual way even while knowing that in the afterlife my soul will blow around in restless hurricane like winds as is spoken of in the inferno.
I am gluttony because I suffer from praeproere, laute, nimis, forente, studiose ardenter simultaneously while others have none.
I am greed because I desire more of everything despite being given so much in your life I will be bound and laid face down on the ground so as not to see those things I cared about so much with my earthly thoughts.
I am acedia because for my whole life I have never taken care of things that should have been taken care of, the melancholy nature that exists due to my lack of concern or belief in gods will certainly bind me among the worst offenders in the history of mankind.
I am wrath because of the many acts of ill will I have taken out on people, acts that were spurned by jealousy, or rage or for no other reason then they have a handsome face that needed rearranging.
I am envy because time after time in my life I have wanted what others have had, ask Kristoff, ask Steve, ask yourself Angel. See, I covet what you have, I covet the relationship you have with my son, with my Xander, I envy your title, I envy your family. Your life is filled with things that I wanted.
I am pride for I never would allow my stature to fall by allowing my son to be a wrestler, I was more worried with how his losses would affect my legacy, how he would be attached to me and when he lost to Philip Burns, that day I realized that he wouldn’t be anything that he would ruin my pride. That was the initial reason that Harold showed up… to avenge my sons loss to Philip Burns and at some point along the way, the stars aligned and the earth shook and Homeless Harold manifested into his own creature his own beast…
I know I am sins, I know I have done wrong and I wish to state my contrition…
O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell. But most of all because I have offended you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen.
I wish I could say four “Hail Mary’s” and an “Our Father” and have my sins forgiven. But you brought him back Angel, you brought the beast back and I can’t get out. I can’t get control… You were right Angel, but for you I feel it is too late for you, last month may have very well killed me… Because last month the monster became stronger and I can’t get out…
Do what you say you will do… Be what you claim to be and save me… Save me from Harold because I can see what he plans on doing to you, I can see what he plans on doing to Xander and although you think his arm may be injured, although you think you got the big laugh last weekend he is angry, he is mad and he is planning some very bad things… Things that they can’t even show in movies…
Help me rid myself of him Angel…
I have too much blood on my hands already…
Save me…
(Scene opens to a dank cellar, the water drips from pipes in the ceiling and sitting in front of a giant workbench, a welder it in his hand as he attaches two giant pieces of metal to one another, forming some shape which is beyond us at the time. The back of his head is unsightly, as the hair shaved from Steve Awesome’s head is dried and frizzy, the parts that aren’t matted directly to the mask with blood from various sources. He picks a hammer up and begins to smash the metal until a piece breaks off, he laughs and starts speaking in the monotonous, gravely voice)
He wants to get out… He wants to take control but he is too weak, and for that Angel, I thank you. I thank you for making what I have been trying to do for months now come true. See, Angel, unlike Gib I am not bridled by inhibitions I am not going to stop before something bad happens. Gib holds back, despite his exterior of being tough and caring only for himself he for too long has cared more about what others think and that just fueled the fire, the fire that burned, the fire that created me.
Sure, Harold was initially a sideshow attraction, crack a joke make someone laugh but little by little the brutality was enjoyed, the power of anonymity was too much and not having to face up to your actions with your name being tarnished lead to me… And now that I exist there is no destroying me. I know you want to save Gib Angel, but to save him you have to get through me Angel.
I know you aren’t scared, I know that you think you are my kryptonite but I think you will learn to realize very soon that your sacrifice will be in vain, for I don’t pull punches, I don’t stop and when I plant the spear of destiny directly into your side, killing you for my so called sins, nothing will change because martyrdom and religion hold the same value as an episode of friends, because they are all stories, they aren’t based in reality.
They call me a monster because I speak the truth while those that lie are celebrated. I am scorned because I do the things that others are scared to do. Well, like the messiah you are going to be sacrificed and when all is said and done, the only thing that will change is the fact that Gib will have his triple crown, Gib will feel like he has conquered adversity and done the impossible. Nothing else, the world won’t miraculously become a better place, because you are no savior, you are no martyr…
You are just a man, just like Gib…
But I am every desire you ever had, I am every wish you want fulfilled… As long as people sin, as long as people have cruel and disheartening thoughts I will have fuel because even your thoughts power me Angel, hell, it was the thoughts and actions of Xander that brought me back…
He proved that he didn’t have what it takes to deal with me.
Now it is your turn to understand what I am capable of. You may not be scared of me today, but next Monday I am sure the nightmares will begin… And when they start they will consume everything about you.
(Scene is changed to a living room in a giant home, we see the wife of Angel Shelly playing with Hayleigh on the floor, when a giant clanking sound is heard, Shelly looks up, alarmed and grabs her daughter, walking to the large bay window. Outside by the the dim quarter moon shows a massive frame, a white mask with a sledgehammer held in his left hand. He swings it one armed into a stake, driving a rope into the ground and raising a giant metallic cross in the air, the look on Shelly’s face is one of complete fear as she clings to her daughter… His right arm is taped to his chest, obvious fallout from the vicious arm bar Xander applied to him this past weekend. He hammers the stake into the ground and drops the hammer to the ground looking at the window, Shelly is on the phone and Harold approaches the window slowly and methodically… Shelly backs off and Harold stops cocking his head, he raises his left hand into the air and waves with only his fingers. On the giant cross behind him it reads “Sunday” in red dripping text… Harold turns and walks away without speed, without purpose words flow from his mouth, simply words)
You took something that belongs to Gib, Gib isn’t strong enough to get retribution but I am the great balancer of power, I will make sure that he gets his retribution and it won’t be long before I take something that belongs to you…
Sleep well Angel, you really should get a better alarm system as your house…
(Scene fades)