Post by norman on Apr 23, 2011 12:52:14 GMT -5
It would be so easy to crush them.
Every last one of them, the poor insipid souls who would oppose me. To squeeze the life from their throats, to spill their blood, to leave them bloodied and broken at my feet. The Goblin sings to me in my blood and rages with the desire to do that.
But now is not the time for bloodshed, for petty murder, for settling old grudges. Its taken all too long to clear myself of the mess from my last uncontrolled rampage, and even with the legal charges evaporated like a spring rain, I still feel the eyes of the public upon me, and that means I must stay my hand.
For the moment at least.
Still...That will pass. Soon I will be able to let the Goblin free, feel the excitement in my veins, watch the carnage he can cause.
It shall be glorious.
I stand before the glass of my office, looking out across the cityscape, thinking about what is to come, what shall be done. I will tear this city asunder, rape it till it bleeds...and laugh from the carnal pleasure of it all.
Oh yes, it shall be glorious.
Absently, I touch the intercom my desk, never turning from the view as I speak to voice on the line, my grin never fading from its dim reflection in the glass.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Release the first shipment...and tell Mary to drop the street price by 20% of our original figures. Oh...and show our enterprising Stark employee in...He'll be fitting my for my new suit."[/glow]
Oh yes, this city will be bleeding when I'm through with it...bleeding, torn, and utterly insane.
It should be beautiful.
Every last one of them, the poor insipid souls who would oppose me. To squeeze the life from their throats, to spill their blood, to leave them bloodied and broken at my feet. The Goblin sings to me in my blood and rages with the desire to do that.
But now is not the time for bloodshed, for petty murder, for settling old grudges. Its taken all too long to clear myself of the mess from my last uncontrolled rampage, and even with the legal charges evaporated like a spring rain, I still feel the eyes of the public upon me, and that means I must stay my hand.
For the moment at least.
Still...That will pass. Soon I will be able to let the Goblin free, feel the excitement in my veins, watch the carnage he can cause.
It shall be glorious.
I stand before the glass of my office, looking out across the cityscape, thinking about what is to come, what shall be done. I will tear this city asunder, rape it till it bleeds...and laugh from the carnal pleasure of it all.
Oh yes, it shall be glorious.
Absently, I touch the intercom my desk, never turning from the view as I speak to voice on the line, my grin never fading from its dim reflection in the glass.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Release the first shipment...and tell Mary to drop the street price by 20% of our original figures. Oh...and show our enterprising Stark employee in...He'll be fitting my for my new suit."[/glow]
Oh yes, this city will be bleeding when I'm through with it...bleeding, torn, and utterly insane.
It should be beautiful.