Mortal Kombat.

[Warbuks]

“Mortal Kombat”

Warbuks vs Draven


My mind at work trying to execute the thoughts of what I might do to you. Unfortunately, it’s not about bunny rabbits and pink lemonade, but instead it’s vivid images of my hands wrapped around your throat. The imagery that catapults at the back of my brain stem is like a projector screen showing flash backs of my child hood playing my favorite video game. “Get over here!” are three words dancing upon the canals of my ears sweetly making love to my ear drums. Uppercuts meeting you chin as I rip that spear from your chest, the feeling my body indulges quickly explained to me the reason god made the human sense’s. My knuckles vibrated with happiness as they met your jaw, the impact so earth rumbling, felt like an aftershock as your limp less body hit the dirt. This was the beginning of the end, you would soon feel my wrath as two words would now decide your fate!


“FINISH HIM!”


Watching you get to your feet gave me time to think, gave me time to decide the glory of how to express my rage on your up and coming epitaph. “ Tear off his head with his skull still attached? Maybe take a book out of Baraka and slice him to death!” Watching you wobble with an unconscious daze I was convinced I didn’t have the correct tools to cut you up as my idea wanted to, nor did I have huge swords dwelling within my arms. “No, maybe I should rip off his arms and beat him to death with his own limbs!”


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“No! Since self destructing isn’t an option, lets pull a Kano.”

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I cocked my fist back so hard it almost let out a sound of a rachet clicking. With my finger on the trigger, I pulled it throwing my fist forward crashing through your chest cavity like a bullet. My fingers and palm gripped on to the human motor known as a heart and yelled out “I am death, for I have no mercy!” My hand ripped out your heart and squezzed out the blood that remained. Draven dropped to his knee’s screaming songs of horror. This would soon be followed up by an encore of what would be the sound of dust kicking up from the drop of his body.



FATALITY!


WARBUKS WINS!





“Fight!”



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Unfortunately, that’s not the way it goes, unfortunately I can’t bend the law of physics. If I could I’d leave the whole word in shock as I choked you of your very last breath with the math equations that would even permit such a heavenly act. Disappointly, that’s just not the way the world works, now is it Draven.[/color]


Rittenhouse Square is the location, a park in the prime center of Philadelphia. The trees light up with the display of Christmas tradition, and the lights dance with the vibe of the atmosphere. How couldn’t you like this time of year, the time of year when everything mesh’s together, the time of year when everything made complete sense. So, there I sit on a bench in the park where my ass cheeks grab on to the wood grain tightly trying to create warmth. My mind is in a place of its own as I sip on a cup of coffee and my inner demons yell at innocent by standers “I’m chemical dependant!!”


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Chemically dependency, fucking right. I feel the warm liquid travel down my throat and a jolt hits my body. I embrace this feeling as caffeine is as much as me as the hair that sprouts throughout my body. This coffee makes me alert as anger presents rage, a chemical none the less, but were all addicted to something. The only downside is I don’t even know who the fuck you are Alex Draven!![/color]


My mind is in an epoxy state, in other words my thought of thinking are stuck in one place. We could break down the source all the way to the atoms that would force such a nerve in my brain to be struck. The result would answer nothing; it would just be the positive and negative charges of protons and electrons. The question will always represent the neutron as it spins in a neutral state, and the question is simple, but yet the answer is untamed.”Alex Draven, who the fuck are you?”


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Are you Reptile, where you hold your skeletons locked in within your closet and camouflage yourself to fit in with the world around you? Maybe Sub Zero, with your coldness towards others and even making the closest people next to you as cold hearted as you. Possibly you fit with Scorpion as your anger and rage overwhelms your body and you lunge at victims while yelling “Get over here!” But I guess it doesn’t really matter what your character and traits are like, because they all end in the same way and that’s with you laying on the ground and a voice yelling two words. Those two words will be presented with such a voice you’ll cringe and shake at the syllables, and those two words are “FINISH HIM!!” But who exactly are you?[/color]



“Reptile”


A loved and cherished man, the life of the party and everybody’s friend; those would be the words to describe him. When you’re down this man is there to pick you up, and won’t hesitate to lend you a favor. Everyone wants to be this man and every woman wants to be with him. He helps with charity, goes to church regularly, and he fucked your mother! For this man is disguised and not the kind of those that are super heroes with blue tights, but rather he stays camouflaged to adapt to the world around him. Beware of The Reptile; he is a slimy grotess creature that can take form to manipulate his victims into his needs.


The Reptile is the asshole who will fuck your girlfriend just to cause damage within your relationship. He is a certifiable mother fucker and when he finds a weakness he will expose it and fuck you over so deep that you will spend years trying to cope with the loss. He is the douche bag that’ll take your money, your house, and even your soul while singing songs in your ear about happiness. If there was an Anti Christ this man would be it, and would only be fit for this man to run for politics. He knows how to talk you into situations that would quote on quote benefit you, but of course they must benefit him first. The end result will leave you in a world of sorrow as The Reptile gobbles you up like an insect.


For every Reptile there is a Snake waiting for you, he lurks around the corner and watch’s your every move. The Snake hides in the shadows and patiently waits as his eyes slowly uncover your soul. Just as the Reptile thinks he is invincible, just as the Reptile thinks he has never felt more glorious the Snake strikes. The Snake is just like the Reptile, except his bite is much worse. The Snake injects it’s fangs and doesn’t let go, with each day the Snake begins to constrict harder and harder until there is nothing left. The Snake’s whole purpose is to fuck over the Reptile, and the Snake will do so. He will suck the life out of the Reptile until there is nothing left but death, for the Retile was doomed from the start. From his dying breath all that will be heard are those two glorious words, the words that may now bring the Reptile happiness, those words are “FINISH HIM!!”



“Sub Zero”[/size]



This man is cold, and hated by everyone around him. He doesn’t like you and he lets you know it. “What, your having a bad day? Go fuck yourself! Your Father is dying of cancer? Go fuck yourself!” This man has no remorse, this man has no pitty on others, and hates the world he lives in, and this man is the Sub Zero persona. He hates his family, hates his co-workers, and hates Jesus. If you asked him what he liked he would answer, “Nothing.” He hates Puerto Ricans, Jews, Germans, and most importantly he hates himself. He is a son of a bitch and his heart is as cold as ice.


This man we call Sub Zero was born into this world cold hearted, it attacked his DNA the day he was conceived and will genetically pass it on to others. He is the old grumpy man sitting on the bus who has remarks for everyone. He is the man alone at the bar demoralizing the women who walk past him. He is hate wrapped up in an ugly form of a human being; this man can’t stand others as much as he can’t stand himself. He would kill himself but can’t get over the fact the he would make the world better if he did, so instead he stays to plague society.


For every Sub Zero there is a battle going on within mind and soul. The man fights the urge of death, but knows he cannot fight this battle forever. The only person who can defeat this man is himself, and he does so every day. His biggest enemy is the person he sees’s in the mirror, and he hates his fucking guts. His body is run down by the hate and cold bloodiness, there no longer is a fight of survival, but just acceptance that he is the biggest piece of shit in the world. How you destroy a big piece of shit is quite simple, you flush it down the toilet. His life has been nothing but down the drain, and he figures it’s now time to finish the job. He will meet the reaper by his own hands, his fingers caress a trigger and a barrel massages his throat. A gunshot is fired and the bullet screams out two words, and those two words are “FINISH HIM!!”



“Scorpion”



This man is anger in its purest form, from the claws he clamps on to his victims to the stinger he pierces into his prey; the Scorpion is as deadly as they come. The day he was born he beat his own mother into submission, and choked the doctor with the umbilical cord. The Scorpion is a mother fucking beast, and is there to take on all comers any time of the day or night. He is the one who will leave you in the hospital, and kick your pregnant wife in the stomach just to take down two victims at once. He is rage and his soul is red with a fiery glow, bullets are afraid to penetrate his body, and if dumb enough he would probably attack his own reflection. He is the Scorpion and none is nastier then him.


The Scorpion is aggressive and his attitude screams out “Take no prisoners!” He will not think twice of striking you for reasons he seems to find in his looped out mind of carnage. He does not lurke in the shadows, but instead he is the untouched man in the middle of the battle field waiting for the air strike and artillery to commence. The Scorpion is fearless and will strike at any given moment, man, woman, or child he does not care. The only thing the stands presence in the wasteland of his mind is the word “Victory.” He has no hidden agenda; he is upfront and will tell you his plans for attack, for he knows you still cannot stop him.


Unfortunately, with every Scorpion comes an even bigger beast waiting to take on the next best thing. The Scorpion will not go out without a fight and will never surrender. He will go out in a kamikaze fashion, if he is pushed to that limit, and for him to go down you might need to go down with him. But the bigger beast will be too much for the Scorpion as he will be the one yelling “Get over here!” The beast will dismantle the stinger, and destroy the claws, the Scorpion will no longer think of victory for it is now out of his grasp. Laying there lifeless the only words present will be those that we have said time and time again, and those words are “FINISH HIM!”


“Fatality”



Sitting on the bench I finish my cup of coffee, as the last drop hit’s my mouth I realized my mind was screaming out “I want more!” More of what precisely though? Was it the caffeine my body craved, or was it the train of thought that the coffee helped produce. Some may say it was easy as grabbing another cup, but this conversation within my mind was so much deeper than anyone could ever realize. I devoured the liquid within the cup as I planned to devour the man placed in front of me for Christmas Chaos.


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If it isn’t obvious by now, maybe it never will be Draven. It doesn’t matter if you’re the Reptile, the Scorpion, or Sub Zero because I am the Snake, I am the Reflection, and most importantly I am the beast that will bring you to your knees! The last words you hear will be two words and it won’t be “Finish Him!” Instead I will watch you suffer, I will show you mercy, and instead those two words will be “Flawless Victory!”[/color]



FLAWLESS FUCKING VICTORY
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