by Kaero Davis
So you think you can outsmart him, you had better second guess,
For he’s willing and waiting to rush a machete through your chest,
Go ahead and make his day, put him to the test,
Hitman for hire self-professed, but death has him obsessed,
Don’t go fighting it or getting dirty,
He’s got a nasty bite and you’ll soon be hurting,
But if you flirt with death, you had best be courteous,
He’ll put to rest because he’s merciless,
So sudden is your befalling doom,
Not smiling now, you feel the gloom,
Your final moment’s breath escapes the blood-spattered room,
The hell you bred and groomed brought upon your early tomb.
Exit Scenario
“I’d hate to be on the receiving end, hate to be the victim, having been the one to cause such pain and anger in someone else who, might just one day silence me. No, fuck that, not me, I’d rather be the hunter. Gladly though, I’m neither, I’m more of a story-teller or entertainer. Besides, I’d say it’s probably better to get all the shit out in the open and nip it in the bud there and then. Not to bottle it up and keep it all in – that only causes all the more damage later on. Write about the problems you face – keep a journal – or manipulate rhyme to relieve yourself as I do. Or talk about it with someone, go and see a councillor or therapist, psychologist or psychiatrist or something. Don’t keep it inside but see someone about it. Or do something constructive or safely somehow vent the steam off in another way. If you want to physically fight it out then, purchase yourself a punching bag or go and join a martial arts dojo. Maybe join the gym or involve yourself in amongst sports.” – Schoovau.
Enter Scenario
“Those fucks have beaten me for the last time, they’re all going down and it’s going down sooner than later…”
The roaming nomad growled through grit teeth. He was riding his motorcycle through the dessert in the dead of night headed back south for some back-pay. Word had gotten around that one of the original crew-members – responsible for the Janus-faced betrayal that led this outlaw to his all-thought-considered-death. But he was far from dead, and within him burned a vengeful flame of hate – and he was on his way to wreak his retribution. They thought they got the better of me, he murmured, but I’ll show ’em all. He passed through town after town, clothed in colours many feared when they saw – prior knowledge of the carrier’s reputation – and no one, NO ONE interferes. They all step aside, and they all avoid eye contact. He’s quiet, keeps to himself as though his mouth is sewn tightly shut – his piercing glare deters people otherwise. He pays for the fuel then hits the road again – resuming his course for revenge. Anyone foolish to stand in his way is obliterated by the cannons he carries. And everybody knows he don’t fuck around. He doesn’t hesitate and when he gets hold of his unjustors, all hell will fall with them. He will have his revenge. And he won’t rest until his duty is served.
The Outlaw
Well an outlaw doesn’t think like you nor I,
If he’s killed, his soul won’t scorch the sky,
Everything’s only ever done his way,
And if you fuck with him, well, there’s hell to pay,
He rides a thunder-horse, carries two .45’s,
If he hunts a man, he’ll never leave him alive,
He’s been cheated, blackmailed and run outta town,
And when he goes back for vengeance, they’ll be buried further down,
Nothing to lose, so much to gain,
He’ll break the fingers of those pointing blame,
Prepare you fuckers, for a world of pain,
He’ll paint the pavement with your brains,
Never one to be fucked with,
He’ll take more than you’ve got to give,
He may poison the air you breathe,
You’ll fall sorely deceived,
He’ll beat you at your games,
Pray you’re not on his list of names,
A conscience stained weighs more than chains,
And they’ll all feel the lick of the flames,
He’s got everywhere and nowhere to call home,
He’d prefer to work alone,
Bones to pick and stones to throw,
They’ll be dead before they know,
Enforcing fear he will prevail,
Freedom be his holy grail..
Exit Scenario
Some law enforcement pulled up at a service station just as this outlaw was leaving. They rushed inside to the woman behind the counter and asked her if she saw it was who they thought it was that just rode off. She replied; “yes” and with an “oh my god” one of the cops beckoned the other to race back to the car yelling, “He’s back, call it in – tell the forces to back down and vacate the area – it’s gonna get real messy real quick.”
“Shit, Red-Beard? He’s back?” someone called back through the radio.
“Yes, and there’s not a thing any of us can do, but tell your men to stand down and not provoke an interference. This man is armed and heavily dangerous. Tell all units to stand down – I repeat stand down!” the officer hurriedly spat back through the radio.
“Get ready to send in a clean-up crew, there’ll be no one left after he’s been and gone. Get the clean-up crew ready and don’t let ’em in until after I give the word, got it?”
“Copy that – preparing clean-up crew, and awaiting further instruction.”
“Thanks. It’s gonna get real messy, and we’re gonna have a handful of paperwork after this evening.”
“Sucks to be you,” the voice said over the radio.
“Right, stand-by”
“Copy.”
Enter Scenario
“A sinister shadow creeps from the corner of the ceiling and grows, spreads out and the ghastly enigma twists and rifts, and shifts in shape before flowing – somewhat melting to the floor and forming an almost human figure. This thing, has visited me over several nights now and I cannot fathom why until one night – one night I am curious enough to try to communicate with this spectre. He tells me he does terrifying, horrific things and seems to think that it might arouse some excitement within me – he explains to me that there is an adrenal high like no other doing what he does – these escapades. He tells of tales that shocks the very colour from my face, paling my face a ghostly white, and I’m left confounded as to what to do with this information he tells me. Is he really here or am I in fact suffering from a delusion? Do I investigate further and take this to the authorities? I am curious and decide to wait and see and determine just how far this thing goes… his appearance influenced me to write this;” – Grault.
The Ripper
He stares from the corner of the room,
Darkness, an infiltrating gloom,
I only hope he disappears soon,
All I sense is surmounting doom,
I know exactly what he means,
Though his deceptive cunning gleams,
Longing always for the screams,
Conjured from our dreams,
He moves like a shadow,
Eyes sinister and narrow,
Sickly and sallow,
Arriving just to harrow,
There’s no place to hide,
When he sneaks in through the night,
No point to even fight,
When he’s got you in his sight,
Just what he does is so hard to detail,
His very presence poisons air stale,
Best pray nobody does lift his veil,
For fate will end on an horrific scale,
Exit Scenario
“Why does he tell me such things? How can he not think that I won’t want to do anything about it? Surely, surely this is no m
ere delusion? But what if I do speak of it? Will I then be incarcerated into a mental asylum for what madness I speak? – to hell with that. I asked him one night just why he confides in me with these such atrocious acts; and his answer – his answer was to entice an interest within me to join in with him, learn all I can from him, become his apprentice – his predecessor. An acolyte to carry forth the reign of his terror on other well-deserved subjects, an heir to the destructive and unpredictable, unstoppable force of the Ripper.” – Grault.
Enter Scenario
“That little shit over there is glaring at me. What the fuck is his problem? If he wants a go he’ll regret it. Plenty of machines all around this workshop could do with a fresh spatter of paint. And I’d love to paint the room with him. Bust this little bitch right open. Feel like just yellin’ out over to him – ‘what, ya never seen a real man before?’ Can’t stand fucks givin’ me the eye like that. I should clean him up – along with his useless fuckin’ meathead of a boss. Okay, fuck it I’m goin’ for a ciggy.
I scowl and turn to walk outside the workshop to commence rolling myself a smoke and I stand straight backed, as tall as I can and move slowly, coolly outside. The cooler I can be – the calmer – the more they shit. And, just as I had thought, this young cunt cast the foulest expression, frowned some more and repositioned himself to a lean against the car on the lift behind him. He cracked, he broke his glare and looked down. I folded my arms over my chest, dragged from my smoke and as he looked up – I pointed over at him and silently mouthed ‘I’m going to fuck you up.’ And he walked away. My partner returned to me from over the way talking to the mechanic and informed me of what’s going to need to be done to her vehicle. She noticed I was tense and she asked what was wrong.
“Little fucker over there,”
“Why? What? What did he do?”
“Lil fucker’s glarin’ at me for no good reason – and I wanna kick his arse.”
“Shit, don’t worry about it forget him, just hang on a sec – I forgot to ask the dude something, be back in a sec…”
And she wandered off again.
“I’m gonna show this lil fucker,” I said under my breath,
“Who the fuck does he think he is?”” – Illsequyrie.
This Little Fucker…
This little fucker’s got a problem,
He just won’t quit staring,
I’m just gonna wave the finger and smile,
Know I’m far superior,
This little fucker wants a piece,
He ain’t gonna quit glaring,
If he doesn’t soon withdraw,
He’s heading to hospital,
It’s looking like I’ll be caving a skull,
Fuckin’ better start diggin’ a hole,
Gonna rip those eyes from his sockets,
Fuck this I’m gonna flog it,
Beat the living fuck outta this shit,
Gonna fuckin’ shatter him to teeny bits,
Gonna fuckin’ tear him into shreds,
How long have I been off my meds?
Now this little fucker’s laughing at me,
That’s fuckin’ it now he’s losing his teeth,
Let’s make those pretty eyes shiny and black,
Let’s hear each of his bones snap and crack,
Now you’re not so big little man,
Got your little pussy all full of sand,
Next time you have another bone to throw,
Make sure it’s a good reason before you do so,
Exit Scenario
“Hi babe, I’m back,”
““Where were you? I’ve been waiting here in the car for you, we’re good to go,”
“Sorry gorgeous, was just stretching me leg’s, lil exercise, you know…”
“Couldn’t it have waited ’til we got back home?”
“Yeah – I s’pose, just had to go and relieve myself of some energy, but I’m good to go now”
“Okay?”
And she’d put the car into gear and we’d headed back to home. Shit, I thought, that little fucker went down easy. Hope I don’t freak his boss out when he goes out back and sees where his little mate is. And I hope I don’t have to hear about it later, but fuck it felt great. And as we left, I breathed a sigh of relief having gotten that outta my system. I was satisfied that I’d exerted that energy, happy almost.” – Illsequyrie.
Enter Scenario
“There are some people out there that from the very first sight make you think – fuck, I wouldn’t want to piss that dude off – if he hits me it’s gonna fuckin’ hurt. There are fools out there that think they’re good enough to toe the line with those titans. Fools, idiots that have it in their mind that it’d be a mad adrenalin rush taking on those titans (‘how fuckin tough would I look taking down that great behemoth in front of all these people’). Stupid. You just want to say to them – good luck buddy – go for it, and then go prepare some popcorn because this dickhead’s about to be pummelled within inches of death. Cracker. I have heard of incidents where people have become smarter by enduring blows to the head. It brings a whole new perception to the saying “To knock some sense into someone” … shit, we’re not just getting a kick out of watching the miracle of intelligence by battery – it’s improving another’s intelligence. It’s hilarious, not to mention the exercise those big fellers have pounding these deadbeats all the time…. It’s a win – win situation, everybody wins, yippee.” – Trepp.
Titan’s Fury
Holy fuck! Look at the size of that bugger!
I bet he’s a hard-hitting slugger,
Bet he’s rattled heads – made tongues stutter,
Churned their guts, gurgle and splutter,
Fuck me he’s a big feller,
A rumble with him would be stellar,
On his feet the ground beneath tremors,
Just imagine the terror should he be tempered,
Preventing’s always better than curing,
But you just can’t stop some fool’s blueing,
They’ll quickly learn there’s no enduring
When a Titan’s in mid fury,
Don’t get in the way of that bugger,
He’s a hard-hitting slugger, warrior – nutter,
He rattles heads, makes tongues stutter,
Churns their guts they gurgle and splutter,
Whatever you do – don’t fuck with that feller,
A rumble with him would be cosmic, stellar,
On his feet, the ground beneath tremors,
Just imagine the terror should he be tempered,
Preventing is by far better than curing,
But you just can’t always stop fool’s blueing,
And they learn quick – there’s no enduring,
A titan in mid blinding fury…
Exit Scenario
“… and another one bites the dust. Stupid fuckers get knocked down – but they get up again, nothing’s gonna keep them down… ’til they try their luck with a Titan’s fury. It’s funny, I envision the fools being swung around like a ragdoll, colliding with everything in the way, a kamikaze death-wish mission, choke-held and by the outreached cannon of the giant. A blurring maelstrom, a vicious spiralling tornado ravaging, harrowing in its’ course, relentless fury at vast cast. Whatever remains is never the same after. One might call a natural disaster, a cleansing of sorts, so why not let the lesson be learned when it is indeed called for – when it’s due? If you can’t handle it – if it makes you nauseous – shut your eyes or look away but shit, let it happen.” – Trepp.
Enter Scenario
Zicque: “I can’t let you go out there, not this moment, give it a little time and just watch, wait…”
Ruek: “I appreciate your concern brother, but it is time,”
Zicque: “But y
our beloved and your daughter… do you really think they’re ready for your loss? I’m certainly not, you’ve been a true friend to me and I’m most definitely not ready to mourn your passing.”
Ruek: “you’ve already resigned yourself to the belief that I won’t succeed my friend, worry not, have faith, I’ve got some tricks up my sleave.”
Zicque: “I’m worried that you won’t return yes, but this is no time to march out into the wildfire. Stay, and plan and scheme with me, stay here and plot your movements a little while longer.”
Ruek: “There has never been a better time brother, defences are down everywhere, I know my way around enough to snuff out any who forestall my succession.”
Zicque: “You’re not thinking clearly brother, at least wait ’til you’ve sobered some more, not moments ago I watched as you guzzled a full decanter of fortified wine.”
Ruek: “Fear not, I move much freer and further more loosely whilst under the influence of the stuff.”
Zicque: “You OVER estimate your abilities, I can’t allow this to proceed…”
Ruek: “You seem to UNDER estimate my abilities, and I will proceed, AND the God’s will favour me. I am a force to be reckoned with…”
Zicque: “But…Please”
Ruek: “I WILL succeed I’ll have you know, and I’ll tell you why–…”
Toe to Toe… With the Jones’s
The best ones are the last ones standing,
