Post by Buck U Productions on Dec 1, 2015 21:46:41 GMT
The scene opens in a subway terminal. People walk back in forth chatting to one another and rushing to get on the subway train before it leave. After a few minutes the terminal is empty for all but a hunched over figure with their hood pulled down over their face. The individual starts singing and we realize its El Tigre de Jengibre.
“Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.”
He sits up and pulls his hood down and starts to laugh.
“El Vainillo, you and your team have been awfully quiet since it was announced that your captain, Grin and his buddy, Woody had left you high and dry. I feel your pain, man. I too had high hopes for that masked baboon; he was to be the one I spared until the very end to stand beside me after I’ve destroyed the world and face judgment at my own personal Armageddon. You what though, man? I’ve moved on, Pollomania is mine to let live or to kill, as I please. All that stands between me and complete control is you and your merry little band merry of outlaws.
“Which leads to wonder: why so quiet? I know you’ve been running around, begging anyone that will give you the time of day to join your team and to be honest with you; I’m surprised you were able to find three fools to team with you and Owl Brains. Now that you have your team put together, what are you waiting for, man? You and your team should be charging forward, making grand promises of how you are the grand heroes here to save all the little ‘Pollomaniacs’ from El Tigre and his army of darkness. Instead, it’s MY team that has stepped forward and fired the first shot, while you and your team quake in your boots and stay silent.
“It’s been said that ‘the meek shall inherit the earth, and the violent take it by force’. Go ahead and brag about the team you have put together on Twitter. Mine doesn’t need to be bragged on, we are what we are; the monsters that ravage the land, while yours is the hunting party that would rather sit around the tavern and drink your spiced mead because you know if you step out into the darkness, you will be slain where you stand!
“I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. The darkness is coming to Pollomania. It will descend on ‘So It’s Come To This’ and all you try to stand against it will be sweep away in its wake!”
(Singing)
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence."
Above him written on the wall: “RUN LITTLE SHEEP!”
“Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.”
He sits up and pulls his hood down and starts to laugh.
“El Vainillo, you and your team have been awfully quiet since it was announced that your captain, Grin and his buddy, Woody had left you high and dry. I feel your pain, man. I too had high hopes for that masked baboon; he was to be the one I spared until the very end to stand beside me after I’ve destroyed the world and face judgment at my own personal Armageddon. You what though, man? I’ve moved on, Pollomania is mine to let live or to kill, as I please. All that stands between me and complete control is you and your merry little band merry of outlaws.
“Which leads to wonder: why so quiet? I know you’ve been running around, begging anyone that will give you the time of day to join your team and to be honest with you; I’m surprised you were able to find three fools to team with you and Owl Brains. Now that you have your team put together, what are you waiting for, man? You and your team should be charging forward, making grand promises of how you are the grand heroes here to save all the little ‘Pollomaniacs’ from El Tigre and his army of darkness. Instead, it’s MY team that has stepped forward and fired the first shot, while you and your team quake in your boots and stay silent.
“It’s been said that ‘the meek shall inherit the earth, and the violent take it by force’. Go ahead and brag about the team you have put together on Twitter. Mine doesn’t need to be bragged on, we are what we are; the monsters that ravage the land, while yours is the hunting party that would rather sit around the tavern and drink your spiced mead because you know if you step out into the darkness, you will be slain where you stand!
“I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. The darkness is coming to Pollomania. It will descend on ‘So It’s Come To This’ and all you try to stand against it will be sweep away in its wake!”
(Singing)
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence."
Above him written on the wall: “RUN LITTLE SHEEP!”