Post by Morbid Angel on Jan 11, 2006 1:25:56 GMT -5
This one is called
“Maximum Violence!”
Most people will never understand what goes through the heads of people that decide to choose the life that Morbid Angel has. The world of loving and caring for no one, the world of Death and Pain. Friendship is just a word that people throw around just as much as the word love, most of the people that say the world love still have no idea what it is! Most live blindly to what they were taught, you will never know why you do what you do or feel the way you feel! This mortal world is full of the pain, excitement, love and friendship that most will know of. A select few will decide to live their lives alone and in pain! The weak will be known by their choices. Suicide, Murder, Obesity, paranoia and possession! The vices that keep people the way they are! We all are haunted and we all want to change. Some people do.. Others are born wicked and will die wicked!
Morbid Angel had been released from jail on a fifty thousand dollar bond the day before his match against Hardcastle and Z Master. Morbid figured the match would be mostly a battle between himself and Immune.. But what to your wondering eye should appear.. A TEAM! That won! And the laughter that was heard throughout the locker room! Morbid Angel gloats for a few moments before the next card is posted. Morbid has to face the man he did not pin in the ring that night! Morbid has to face the one to be reckoned with. Z Master! In this federation the name Z Master strikes fear into the minds and souls of his opponents. All except one. Morbid Angel! No man or spiritual being can make Morbid Angel have fear! Fear is something that can be transformed into whatever is needed at the moment. Every feeling that Morbid has had in the past has been transformed into a blood lust so powerful and a hate so Devine it would make most wish to be elsewhere! Some done heed the warning that Morbid Angel gives and most don’t need to. The mind of Morbid is a very crazy place. A place where most of the time Morbid Angel has no idea what is going on. Jakub his inner self controls Morbid only in an unconscious state, Morbid’s body has not had a chance to lay and rest in over a year. The only reason that Morbid is still alive from such lack of rest is because the brain believes that he is asleep! Morbid is technically Asleep. The two minds inside his head do know each others thoughts or past actions unless they are watching through the same eyes.
After the match Morbid went home to rest and found himself unable to sleep! Morbid decided to go for a little walk in the cold dark night! Morbid walked through the graveyard in the back of his property and into the woods. Most people would be advised to stay clear of the woods after dark, the animals in there might find you to be a delicious snack for the night! Morbid does not care, Armed with his 1911 45 cal Colt side arm Morbid walks into the darkness. Hours pass and he still walks.. But to where? Morbid Angel might as well call himself lost! But he does no stop! Morbid walks all night without so much as a word from his mouth other than muttering the words “Jew” or “F*ck” and not toward people... toward the trees and he did not see and the rocks that he stumbled over.
Bright and early. Roughly 7AM Morbid reached the other side of the woods and found himself in the neighboring town....Holland. Morbid looked around for a bit before heading to a diner to have a sit down and maybe get something to eat. As he walks in he notices the three people in the room and takes a booth in the far corner. The waitress comes by and looks at Morbid but does not say a word and walks away. Morbid shrugged it off figuring that she was not his waitress or had something else to do before coming out.. Maybe a complementary cup of cocoa? After about ten minutes of waiting Morbid started to get anger and with anger comes loudness! It is near impossible to stifle an anger person. You would have better luck at killing him. Morbid gets up and walks to the counter.
Morbid-“ Hi. I have been sitting over there for the last fifteen minutes with no service! I WANT SERVICE GODDAMNIT!”
The cook at the counter was a chubby man who looked like the “take no shit” style of person.
Cook-“ Well then maybe you should find another diner. We don’t exactly like your type around here.”
Morbid looked at the man then down at the counter and picked up a mint from a dish in front of the register.
Morbid-“ My Type.. And what type may that be?”
Cook-“ Your Satanic Nazi loving ass!”
Morbid-“ Is that so..... Well where I come from you serve whoever comes in and if you don’t like them you serve anyway! Money is money no matter who gives it to you.. It all spends the same!”
The cook looks at Morbid who is noticeably tired and very fidgety with the occasional twitch. The Cook gathers in his head what Morbid can do in this state and makes a decision... perhaps a bad one?
The cook hocks up some phlem and spits it in the face of Morbid Angel! This gets Morbid Angel’s attention.. He is on high alert now and set on maximum Violence! Morbid has been insulted at the wrong point in time! Morbid reaches into his jacket and pulls his gun pointing it at the Cook behind the counter. Morbid Orders him to the front Door and has it locked! By Locking the door it prevents 3 customers and 2 waitresses from leaving! Morbid then hits the cook in the head with the gun knocking him to the ground! Morbid proceeds to kick the cook in the face with his steel toe boots! The cook lay motionless as the blood leaks from his nose, mouth and eye socket! Morbid then looks around the room with the gun still in hand! And randomly orders another man out of the booth! Morbid reaches behind the counter and grabs a butchers knife off a rack and hands it to the man.
Morbid-“ Cut his tongue and lips off.. Then hand them to me!”
The man looks at Morbid holding the knife with a frightened look. Morbid rolls his eyes and grabs another knife and stabs the man in the leg! Not enough to go to the bone but enough for him to feel the pain and the seriousness of the situation! Morbid rips the knife out and holds it up allowing the blood to drip off the blade.
Morbid-“ now...”
Morbid said calmly the man drops to his knees and starts to cut the unconscious cook. Morbid Angel’s sinister grin was the most frightening at that point! The man finishes cutting the cook and hands Morbid Angel his gore covered vengeance! Morbid puts the parts inside his leather trench coat pocket and walks behind the counter... he is a wee bit hungry after all.. That’s why he came in after all.. Morbid quickly grabs some toast and a cup of hot cocoa and quickly leaves the building. As Morbid leaves he jams a piece of toast in his mouth and walks off.
The scene changes to Morbid Angel on the roof on a neighboring building looking down on where he just was. Morbid was still drinking the cocoa as he started to speak to the camera
Morbid-“ Did you see that! I with Immune’s help KICKED Hardcastles asshole back to the stone age!
Now I see that I am once again the big satanic fool. I am however shocked that I was not called a Nazi this time. I could almost cry! But I won’t! Because I am that goddamn evil! Anyway Z Master you should have known better than to sit there and call me weak or a fool.. Tisk tisk man! You know my name and you know what I am capable of! I am one of the most feared men in the ring and one of the best morticians in the area! Put those together and you get a dangerous man who has the power to get rid of bodies! Think about it!
I remember the day when I was on top of the JWA I held the top titles and was able to keep the X Title for near a year before losing it to someone on a flawed match. You know me and you know my style Z Master! Don’t play stupid! Don’t allow your ignorant judgement be what brings you down! I would have given you better credit that. If you think I am a fool who thinks being a Satanist or a Nazi is good for a character persona then you are stepping into something that you are not ready for. Satanism is not just an idea that I put in peoples heads to fear me. When I die and one day I shall.. I want to burn there! I want to suffer for the rest of eternity! Pain is my only salvation! So far no mortal has been able to give me the suffering that I desire! You are unable to give me the pain I need! Do you think that you are able to bring me to my knees and beg! Do you think you can make me pass out because of a pain so great! Do you think you have what it takes! I sure as F*ck don’t! I don’t think you have the power to change the color of your own house! You are a Christian soldier! You do what your god tell you and you try and act otherwise! Your god is the joke here and because you worship the fake god you will be looked at like a joke to me! People believe that Jesus Christ died for your sins! If I were to say that I give pain to justify his death would that make me a good person? Or would that make me a bad guy? Z Master the Jews killed your god! They killed Jesus Christ. Z Master you have a chance to change the hands of time.. The jews must pay! You can change this all by Joining the Morbidonia mission! Fight against the Jews and show that your God died for a reason!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ if you believe that the Jews killed Jesus is the reason Nazi’s Killed the Jews then why do you care about them at all? You should actually think of them better than rats in a shite infested house”[/pink]
Morbid-“ Well my dear fool Jakub it is because Jews are dirty rotten thieves that deserve to burn in the eternal furnace! They try and run the world”[/pink]
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ and who told you that? Hitler?”
Morbid-“ no.. your Mother did”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ actually your mother is my Mother and she has been dead for a long time now.. So what’s your point”
Morbid-“ Look we will talk about this some other time. It is a long discussion that I am sure no one wants to hear.”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you are trying to get Z Master to join your battle against the Jews and you only have a good enough reason for Christians to battle against them”
Morbid-“ Shut up! I am busy here”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ come on share it. I really want to know and if you think about it.. So do the people at home.. Unless your full of it”
Morbid-“ look I didn’t come here to defend meself! So why don’t you just go back to where you came from until I am done!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ or what? You will cuss me?”
Morbid-“ Well for starters.. Then I will jump off this roof here.. I am sure that will f*ck your day up a little bit!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you don’t have it in you man!”
Morbid-“ Don’t tempt me!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you are a CHRIS.........”
Morbid-“ AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Morbid got up and ran to the edge of the building and stopped
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ OK OK! I’LL STOP!”
Morbid-“G*ddamn Right!”
Morbid turns to walk away from the edge and slips on a patch of ice causing him to fall over the side of the building.... everything goes black.
Morbid Angel wakes up in a field of white, the snow still falls around him on this cold morning. Morbid has been there for such a long time that the snow started to pile on top of him. Morbid violently sits up and feels around for the bullet hole and finds nothing... Morbid Angel in freezing cold and quickly gets up and looks around.. Not remembering which way he came from. Morbid Looks at his clock.. 7:05AM. Could it of been possible that Jakub the inner Jake had a hand on where he ended up? Morbid remembers starting his walk into the woods but does not remember going to sleep in a field. Why would Morbid pick a field over a warm house or even an abandoned house? Why? WHY!
The Scene Fades to a Blood Red
Find out the answers on Part two of Maximum Violence!
“Maximum Violence!”
Most people will never understand what goes through the heads of people that decide to choose the life that Morbid Angel has. The world of loving and caring for no one, the world of Death and Pain. Friendship is just a word that people throw around just as much as the word love, most of the people that say the world love still have no idea what it is! Most live blindly to what they were taught, you will never know why you do what you do or feel the way you feel! This mortal world is full of the pain, excitement, love and friendship that most will know of. A select few will decide to live their lives alone and in pain! The weak will be known by their choices. Suicide, Murder, Obesity, paranoia and possession! The vices that keep people the way they are! We all are haunted and we all want to change. Some people do.. Others are born wicked and will die wicked!
Morbid Angel had been released from jail on a fifty thousand dollar bond the day before his match against Hardcastle and Z Master. Morbid figured the match would be mostly a battle between himself and Immune.. But what to your wondering eye should appear.. A TEAM! That won! And the laughter that was heard throughout the locker room! Morbid Angel gloats for a few moments before the next card is posted. Morbid has to face the man he did not pin in the ring that night! Morbid has to face the one to be reckoned with. Z Master! In this federation the name Z Master strikes fear into the minds and souls of his opponents. All except one. Morbid Angel! No man or spiritual being can make Morbid Angel have fear! Fear is something that can be transformed into whatever is needed at the moment. Every feeling that Morbid has had in the past has been transformed into a blood lust so powerful and a hate so Devine it would make most wish to be elsewhere! Some done heed the warning that Morbid Angel gives and most don’t need to. The mind of Morbid is a very crazy place. A place where most of the time Morbid Angel has no idea what is going on. Jakub his inner self controls Morbid only in an unconscious state, Morbid’s body has not had a chance to lay and rest in over a year. The only reason that Morbid is still alive from such lack of rest is because the brain believes that he is asleep! Morbid is technically Asleep. The two minds inside his head do know each others thoughts or past actions unless they are watching through the same eyes.
After the match Morbid went home to rest and found himself unable to sleep! Morbid decided to go for a little walk in the cold dark night! Morbid walked through the graveyard in the back of his property and into the woods. Most people would be advised to stay clear of the woods after dark, the animals in there might find you to be a delicious snack for the night! Morbid does not care, Armed with his 1911 45 cal Colt side arm Morbid walks into the darkness. Hours pass and he still walks.. But to where? Morbid Angel might as well call himself lost! But he does no stop! Morbid walks all night without so much as a word from his mouth other than muttering the words “Jew” or “F*ck” and not toward people... toward the trees and he did not see and the rocks that he stumbled over.
Bright and early. Roughly 7AM Morbid reached the other side of the woods and found himself in the neighboring town....Holland. Morbid looked around for a bit before heading to a diner to have a sit down and maybe get something to eat. As he walks in he notices the three people in the room and takes a booth in the far corner. The waitress comes by and looks at Morbid but does not say a word and walks away. Morbid shrugged it off figuring that she was not his waitress or had something else to do before coming out.. Maybe a complementary cup of cocoa? After about ten minutes of waiting Morbid started to get anger and with anger comes loudness! It is near impossible to stifle an anger person. You would have better luck at killing him. Morbid gets up and walks to the counter.
Morbid-“ Hi. I have been sitting over there for the last fifteen minutes with no service! I WANT SERVICE GODDAMNIT!”
The cook at the counter was a chubby man who looked like the “take no shit” style of person.
Cook-“ Well then maybe you should find another diner. We don’t exactly like your type around here.”
Morbid looked at the man then down at the counter and picked up a mint from a dish in front of the register.
Morbid-“ My Type.. And what type may that be?”
Cook-“ Your Satanic Nazi loving ass!”
Morbid-“ Is that so..... Well where I come from you serve whoever comes in and if you don’t like them you serve anyway! Money is money no matter who gives it to you.. It all spends the same!”
The cook looks at Morbid who is noticeably tired and very fidgety with the occasional twitch. The Cook gathers in his head what Morbid can do in this state and makes a decision... perhaps a bad one?
The cook hocks up some phlem and spits it in the face of Morbid Angel! This gets Morbid Angel’s attention.. He is on high alert now and set on maximum Violence! Morbid has been insulted at the wrong point in time! Morbid reaches into his jacket and pulls his gun pointing it at the Cook behind the counter. Morbid Orders him to the front Door and has it locked! By Locking the door it prevents 3 customers and 2 waitresses from leaving! Morbid then hits the cook in the head with the gun knocking him to the ground! Morbid proceeds to kick the cook in the face with his steel toe boots! The cook lay motionless as the blood leaks from his nose, mouth and eye socket! Morbid then looks around the room with the gun still in hand! And randomly orders another man out of the booth! Morbid reaches behind the counter and grabs a butchers knife off a rack and hands it to the man.
Morbid-“ Cut his tongue and lips off.. Then hand them to me!”
The man looks at Morbid holding the knife with a frightened look. Morbid rolls his eyes and grabs another knife and stabs the man in the leg! Not enough to go to the bone but enough for him to feel the pain and the seriousness of the situation! Morbid rips the knife out and holds it up allowing the blood to drip off the blade.
Morbid-“ now...”
Morbid said calmly the man drops to his knees and starts to cut the unconscious cook. Morbid Angel’s sinister grin was the most frightening at that point! The man finishes cutting the cook and hands Morbid Angel his gore covered vengeance! Morbid puts the parts inside his leather trench coat pocket and walks behind the counter... he is a wee bit hungry after all.. That’s why he came in after all.. Morbid quickly grabs some toast and a cup of hot cocoa and quickly leaves the building. As Morbid leaves he jams a piece of toast in his mouth and walks off.
The scene changes to Morbid Angel on the roof on a neighboring building looking down on where he just was. Morbid was still drinking the cocoa as he started to speak to the camera
Morbid-“ Did you see that! I with Immune’s help KICKED Hardcastles asshole back to the stone age!
Now I see that I am once again the big satanic fool. I am however shocked that I was not called a Nazi this time. I could almost cry! But I won’t! Because I am that goddamn evil! Anyway Z Master you should have known better than to sit there and call me weak or a fool.. Tisk tisk man! You know my name and you know what I am capable of! I am one of the most feared men in the ring and one of the best morticians in the area! Put those together and you get a dangerous man who has the power to get rid of bodies! Think about it!
I remember the day when I was on top of the JWA I held the top titles and was able to keep the X Title for near a year before losing it to someone on a flawed match. You know me and you know my style Z Master! Don’t play stupid! Don’t allow your ignorant judgement be what brings you down! I would have given you better credit that. If you think I am a fool who thinks being a Satanist or a Nazi is good for a character persona then you are stepping into something that you are not ready for. Satanism is not just an idea that I put in peoples heads to fear me. When I die and one day I shall.. I want to burn there! I want to suffer for the rest of eternity! Pain is my only salvation! So far no mortal has been able to give me the suffering that I desire! You are unable to give me the pain I need! Do you think that you are able to bring me to my knees and beg! Do you think you can make me pass out because of a pain so great! Do you think you have what it takes! I sure as F*ck don’t! I don’t think you have the power to change the color of your own house! You are a Christian soldier! You do what your god tell you and you try and act otherwise! Your god is the joke here and because you worship the fake god you will be looked at like a joke to me! People believe that Jesus Christ died for your sins! If I were to say that I give pain to justify his death would that make me a good person? Or would that make me a bad guy? Z Master the Jews killed your god! They killed Jesus Christ. Z Master you have a chance to change the hands of time.. The jews must pay! You can change this all by Joining the Morbidonia mission! Fight against the Jews and show that your God died for a reason!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ if you believe that the Jews killed Jesus is the reason Nazi’s Killed the Jews then why do you care about them at all? You should actually think of them better than rats in a shite infested house”[/pink]
Morbid-“ Well my dear fool Jakub it is because Jews are dirty rotten thieves that deserve to burn in the eternal furnace! They try and run the world”[/pink]
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ and who told you that? Hitler?”
Morbid-“ no.. your Mother did”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ actually your mother is my Mother and she has been dead for a long time now.. So what’s your point”
Morbid-“ Look we will talk about this some other time. It is a long discussion that I am sure no one wants to hear.”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you are trying to get Z Master to join your battle against the Jews and you only have a good enough reason for Christians to battle against them”
Morbid-“ Shut up! I am busy here”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ come on share it. I really want to know and if you think about it.. So do the people at home.. Unless your full of it”
Morbid-“ look I didn’t come here to defend meself! So why don’t you just go back to where you came from until I am done!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ or what? You will cuss me?”
Morbid-“ Well for starters.. Then I will jump off this roof here.. I am sure that will f*ck your day up a little bit!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you don’t have it in you man!”
Morbid-“ Don’t tempt me!”
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ you are a CHRIS.........”
Morbid-“ AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Morbid got up and ran to the edge of the building and stopped
Jakub the Inner Jake-“ OK OK! I’LL STOP!”
Morbid-“G*ddamn Right!”
Morbid turns to walk away from the edge and slips on a patch of ice causing him to fall over the side of the building.... everything goes black.
Morbid Angel wakes up in a field of white, the snow still falls around him on this cold morning. Morbid has been there for such a long time that the snow started to pile on top of him. Morbid violently sits up and feels around for the bullet hole and finds nothing... Morbid Angel in freezing cold and quickly gets up and looks around.. Not remembering which way he came from. Morbid Looks at his clock.. 7:05AM. Could it of been possible that Jakub the inner Jake had a hand on where he ended up? Morbid remembers starting his walk into the woods but does not remember going to sleep in a field. Why would Morbid pick a field over a warm house or even an abandoned house? Why? WHY!
The Scene Fades to a Blood Red
Find out the answers on Part two of Maximum Violence!
