Post by TFP on Jan 7, 2009 21:45:09 GMT -4
There's a fire over there, looks to be pretty rampant and something that a foresty crew and firefighters are having no luck putting out. It was a natural disaster, nobody had any involvement with it. It blazes up into the air, black smoke polluting the already dark midnight sky. The stars turn a dark grey and then fade to black. Trees are eaten from the bottom, the roots are burned and mingle with the grains of dirt. The fire still burns. The rampage still continues. The death of many continues to live, unable to kill itself. In the end, it'll die. Nothing can kill the killer.
At a look-off on a cliff-edge, Davidson sits on the hood of his black 1996 Chevrolet Tracker. The fire, which is many miles away, emits a glow that makes Davidson and his vehicle stand out in pitch blackness on something so high up. Staring, he grins and just keeps still.
Davidson: "Can you feel it in the air? The temperature is getting so warm, the climate is starting to become too hot for you and others. Can they handle the heat, can they handle my nature? When the water starts boiling, when the trees start burning, when everything is black and crisp - you know I'm on my way and I won't be turning back. Many of you will try to hose me down, take that fire out, but it's going to be a bit more difficult than that and all I will do is wish you some good luck in trying to get that done. But it just ain't going to happen. Tell me if you want some, I'll let you have a taste but your tongue will retreat in that mouth of yours and never want to leave that dirty, dusty cavern again. I came here to fight and if you're not going to even put up a good defense against me, simply get out of the fuckin' way, it's the best thing you could do or else you will be dealing with unwanted pain and hurt. There's something that's probably known by now and it's that I don't take any shit from anybody, wherever that may be. Now this may not be my home, and I may not be familiar to it once bit, but I'm still going to be as much of a deal here as I was anywhere. I'll be your homewrecker, so get it right."
Spitting to the side, he straightens his sitting position and puts his knees up, arms rest on them. There's a slight breeze from the east, rustling trees and pushing the fire to the side where it catches more innocent trees on fire, giving the people trying to put it all out more of a burden to deal with than they already do.
Davidson: "As I step in your household, I'll wipe the dirt off my shoes on your carpet rather than the welcome mat. I'll be laughing upon entrance, spit in your face and slam teh door shut behind me. It'll be instantaneous, and I'll faster than a fucking flash of light. My stomach burns of alcohol, I must have downed a bottle full. Nobody stands a fuckin' chance tonight. In my wasteland, there will be a thousand miles of broken wood and warped steel, feet will be covered in black ash courtesy of my fire burning something or somebody useless. What a disaster, what a wreck. You can tell that my parents didn't raise no fool. I'm coming up behind you, ready to bite. Turn around, I'm ready to fight. You picked the wrong person to fuck with tonight."
Stepping down, he walks to the driver's door and opens it up, sitting in the seat. As the forest fire goes on, he obviously gets bored of seeing something that won't change any for an extended period of time. Turning the Tracker on, he backs out and drives away onto the backroads that lead him here.
At a look-off on a cliff-edge, Davidson sits on the hood of his black 1996 Chevrolet Tracker. The fire, which is many miles away, emits a glow that makes Davidson and his vehicle stand out in pitch blackness on something so high up. Staring, he grins and just keeps still.
Davidson: "Can you feel it in the air? The temperature is getting so warm, the climate is starting to become too hot for you and others. Can they handle the heat, can they handle my nature? When the water starts boiling, when the trees start burning, when everything is black and crisp - you know I'm on my way and I won't be turning back. Many of you will try to hose me down, take that fire out, but it's going to be a bit more difficult than that and all I will do is wish you some good luck in trying to get that done. But it just ain't going to happen. Tell me if you want some, I'll let you have a taste but your tongue will retreat in that mouth of yours and never want to leave that dirty, dusty cavern again. I came here to fight and if you're not going to even put up a good defense against me, simply get out of the fuckin' way, it's the best thing you could do or else you will be dealing with unwanted pain and hurt. There's something that's probably known by now and it's that I don't take any shit from anybody, wherever that may be. Now this may not be my home, and I may not be familiar to it once bit, but I'm still going to be as much of a deal here as I was anywhere. I'll be your homewrecker, so get it right."
Spitting to the side, he straightens his sitting position and puts his knees up, arms rest on them. There's a slight breeze from the east, rustling trees and pushing the fire to the side where it catches more innocent trees on fire, giving the people trying to put it all out more of a burden to deal with than they already do.
Davidson: "As I step in your household, I'll wipe the dirt off my shoes on your carpet rather than the welcome mat. I'll be laughing upon entrance, spit in your face and slam teh door shut behind me. It'll be instantaneous, and I'll faster than a fucking flash of light. My stomach burns of alcohol, I must have downed a bottle full. Nobody stands a fuckin' chance tonight. In my wasteland, there will be a thousand miles of broken wood and warped steel, feet will be covered in black ash courtesy of my fire burning something or somebody useless. What a disaster, what a wreck. You can tell that my parents didn't raise no fool. I'm coming up behind you, ready to bite. Turn around, I'm ready to fight. You picked the wrong person to fuck with tonight."
Stepping down, he walks to the driver's door and opens it up, sitting in the seat. As the forest fire goes on, he obviously gets bored of seeing something that won't change any for an extended period of time. Turning the Tracker on, he backs out and drives away onto the backroads that lead him here.