RE: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
06-21-2016, 05:33 PM
“Everything has fallen into place.” A dark clad man poured a vintage red into a chipped, musty glass. He steepled his fingers as he reclined in a aged, plastic throne. “Soon The First Angel will be in my possession. In the Company of Full-Stop Angels shall remain incomplete for all time. Eternal life will be mine, and a killer shall become a king.” The Phantom Killer delicately picked his glass from his rotting side table and raised it to the air. “A toast: to a new era, where we stagehands rule over those who stepped on us and thrust into the background.”
Two stagehands awkwardly exchanged glances to one another, not sure how to break the news to their vocal master. Eventually one of them mustered up to courage to step up. “The show is already over.” She signed “The Angels are gone.”
There was a moment of unbelievable silence as the reality sunk into the Killer’s head. “Wait, what?”
The other stepped up, “It happened about five minutes ago. Everybody is celebrating.” The killer blinked straight into the poor stagehands face. “Why did none of you speak up about this!?” There was another five seconds of silence as the stupidity of that line of questioning sunk into everyone’s head. “Oh, you absolute tit!” The Phantom Killer slumped into his throne, snatching the bottle of wine off the table.
“Might as well get shit-faced now.”