Post by TJ Raven on Jul 8, 2009 21:20:36 GMT -5
//Open scene on pitch blackness. From the darkness echos a sound.
*Ding*
*Ding*
Like a backdraft inferno the chaos floods your temporal lobe with the stimulation of sound.
Coming into frame is TJ Raven. Only his face is visible as we're only in closeup shot for this particular venture into the mind of a madman\\
Sound. It does so many things. It singles the beginning and the ending of so many things. The bell that begins a match. The first gasp of air that signifies the start of life. The droning tone of flatline that cues it's end. Some it seems can mean so many things to so many people.
For example. Steven Steele, recent ranter here in the halls of the CWR. He opened his mouth, sounds came out. These sounds formed words, which formed sentences, paragraphs, thoughts expressed to the world. Letting us know what he thinks about the world in general. About the hand he's been dealt. His quest to avenge the alleged injustices he has had to endure.
It all boiled down to cause and effect which in turn begins a vicious cycle. What caused him to vent his issues? He has a match and unfinished issues, possibly subscriptions with me. Effect. He opens that sewer in the middle of his face and spews out the venom he directed at me.
Second cause and effect. I watched and listened to his dribble because I knew a portion would be directed at me. Effect. My head got mad at my ears.
But it all relates back to sound and the things it's able to do, the emotion it can convey. Example. Glass can be shattered if the pitch is right and the power is behind it, but did you know it can be taken further? Believe it or not a solid piece of steel can be broken by sound alone. If you have the right source you can actually, break, crack, or even shatter a piece of steel like a plate glass window meeting with a baseball.
So we're again stuck with sound. Steven is the target. Will this be enough to break him? Doubtful, but that's the good thing about sound. In the infinite spectrum of it's existence it can be tweaked, changed and modified that eventually the tone will be right and you will crumble. You tell me I'm going to pay but here's the problem. You're singing the same old song you have been since 2003. I meanwhile have no problem crossing into other genres or adaptations in order to find what I need to crack you. To show you the failure that I saw groveling for a position in the CWF all those years ago. Oh sure, you've got a couple new layers. Maybe you put up a good front now but that's just putting makeup on a pig. No matter what you do, it's still a pig.
So please come back tell me I'm wrong. Refute that I don't know what I'm talking about. Do whatever it is you have to do to try to salvage your sense of self worth, but while you're scrambling to regain your composure I'm gonna be sitting here adjusting my sounds to find your breaking point, and make no mistake. I will find it and when I do I'll leave you a broken, beaten little boy back at the fictional orphanage you crawled out of all those years ago with dreams of starting fires. You use kindling. I use napalm. Guess which burns better?
I'll see ya soon Gabo.
//TJ winks at the camera and reaches off screen. Returning to view he places ear plugs in his ears and hearing protection ear muffs over his head.
The camera zooms out to show that the blackness that had laid behind TJ this entire time was actually a giant speaker.
TJ reaches a hand out to a tuner he had been resting his foot on and he starts inching the volume up as notes from Drowning Pool's song Step Up blast into the air around us.
Higher & higher & higher until the camera goes to static. The sound blew the camera up\\
*Ding*
*Ding*
Like a backdraft inferno the chaos floods your temporal lobe with the stimulation of sound.
Coming into frame is TJ Raven. Only his face is visible as we're only in closeup shot for this particular venture into the mind of a madman\\
Sound. It does so many things. It singles the beginning and the ending of so many things. The bell that begins a match. The first gasp of air that signifies the start of life. The droning tone of flatline that cues it's end. Some it seems can mean so many things to so many people.
For example. Steven Steele, recent ranter here in the halls of the CWR. He opened his mouth, sounds came out. These sounds formed words, which formed sentences, paragraphs, thoughts expressed to the world. Letting us know what he thinks about the world in general. About the hand he's been dealt. His quest to avenge the alleged injustices he has had to endure.
It all boiled down to cause and effect which in turn begins a vicious cycle. What caused him to vent his issues? He has a match and unfinished issues, possibly subscriptions with me. Effect. He opens that sewer in the middle of his face and spews out the venom he directed at me.
Second cause and effect. I watched and listened to his dribble because I knew a portion would be directed at me. Effect. My head got mad at my ears.
But it all relates back to sound and the things it's able to do, the emotion it can convey. Example. Glass can be shattered if the pitch is right and the power is behind it, but did you know it can be taken further? Believe it or not a solid piece of steel can be broken by sound alone. If you have the right source you can actually, break, crack, or even shatter a piece of steel like a plate glass window meeting with a baseball.
So we're again stuck with sound. Steven is the target. Will this be enough to break him? Doubtful, but that's the good thing about sound. In the infinite spectrum of it's existence it can be tweaked, changed and modified that eventually the tone will be right and you will crumble. You tell me I'm going to pay but here's the problem. You're singing the same old song you have been since 2003. I meanwhile have no problem crossing into other genres or adaptations in order to find what I need to crack you. To show you the failure that I saw groveling for a position in the CWF all those years ago. Oh sure, you've got a couple new layers. Maybe you put up a good front now but that's just putting makeup on a pig. No matter what you do, it's still a pig.
So please come back tell me I'm wrong. Refute that I don't know what I'm talking about. Do whatever it is you have to do to try to salvage your sense of self worth, but while you're scrambling to regain your composure I'm gonna be sitting here adjusting my sounds to find your breaking point, and make no mistake. I will find it and when I do I'll leave you a broken, beaten little boy back at the fictional orphanage you crawled out of all those years ago with dreams of starting fires. You use kindling. I use napalm. Guess which burns better?
I'll see ya soon Gabo.
//TJ winks at the camera and reaches off screen. Returning to view he places ear plugs in his ears and hearing protection ear muffs over his head.
The camera zooms out to show that the blackness that had laid behind TJ this entire time was actually a giant speaker.
TJ reaches a hand out to a tuner he had been resting his foot on and he starts inching the volume up as notes from Drowning Pool's song Step Up blast into the air around us.
Higher & higher & higher until the camera goes to static. The sound blew the camera up\\