From: Florida, United States of America
The Rebirth of an Empire.
The stage is dark, dreary and a little wet. The moon light creates reflections on the stage, a thousand moons gracing the puddles of black water. The sky is now shrieking, and bursting with luminescent glow, and ground is shaking with thunder. It begins to rain as the clouds unleash its wrath on the suspecting below, but some how it seems appropriate and right. A dark figure approaches the podium, visible only when the sky brightens there’s something eerie and familiar about this character, like he’s been here before. The thousands of listeners begin to bicker; mumbling in disapproval, shortly after a roar of anger arises from the thousands of spectators.
The mysterious man draws his pistol and fires into the sky, bringing sudden quiet to the crowd.
“Silence!” he yells. His voice and presence causing awe and confusion amongst the crowd. It can’t possibly be! Among the crowd an impossible silence quickly spreads hanging on every word this man is speaking.
“My brothers and sisters it has been too long! And it is disappointing to say in the least for me to see exactly how far you have fallen. How predictable it was for you to fail, doing without the mind of your fearless leader!”
An uproar of an approval rises through the pouring rain and endless thunder, the lightning accenting a man that few have seldom seen, and lived to tell the tale. Accompanied with an oh-so familiar battle cry.
“For many years we have been a broken organization; killed, tortured, and conquered by those we sought to destroy. Brothers and Sisters this symbol never dies! This idea never dies, and I, will never die.”
Gun shots now erupting from the crowd as the spectators wildly fire into the air, chanting and yelling thirsty for more.
“My people we are as one!” A familiar silver staff strikes against the wet stage, creating sparks to fly. “They will not hold us down; they will not break our spirits, for we shall not fail! It has been too long, too long since we’ve tasted victory, too long since we tasted our freedom. My people this is the movement of our redemption, our victory will be flawless. In the time you have given me I have rebuilt our people, I have rebuilt our army, and I have rebuilt our pride! Brothers and sisters now is our time!”
The man is now fully visible from the glow from the cluster of lightning above. A familiar voice under a hooded shroud steps off the podium, trench coat flailing in the wind arms crossed in self satisfaction marveling at his army. And behind their fearless leader lie several crates, crates that bare a familiar emblem, crates that are also marked “low yield”.
The wind and rain slicing the numerous minions before him, but yet they do not budge. And over wind, over the rain, a single word is muttered, spoken, and then shouted in a roar by every man, woman, and child in the audience. A single word.
Re: The Rebirth of an Empire.
Cobra would be the bad guys from GI Joe, conor.
And @Blaze, this guy got a disclaimer on EVERYTHING he posted last night, this was just the only one that didn't get pulled down.
Long Fang (High Council)
Re: The Rebirth of an Empire.
ok m8, hemi has let me know whats been going on,
me personaly would have deleted his account there and then and banned his IP from the site,
however it's not my place anymore to do that, but i will if he continues to post crap like that
I'll leave it up to you, to work out how much of that post was sarcassam