They Live Part 1
Jan 23, 2021 14:20:40 GMT -6
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Post by ZMAC on Jan 23, 2021 14:20:40 GMT -6
Church, real fuggin talk. Talk to ya boi -> the disembodied narration. How you gone start your first promo out with
[ two men snicker ]
Fugasi’s and little girls with the peach pit tits snicker. Now see, that was your first mistake. One of many.
Word?
Word.
Dubwa haich ho are dah-ee
You gone come to the Sin city capital of the world with two dudes and a starbucks cup? Is that the world we livin in now a days?
Now a days? Now a days a man aint a fugasi -> he’s just goombah-adjacent. You prove the endying epitome of whats wrong with this sit-che-ah-tion. Everyone wants to square off and take the corner off the uncrustable
But the crust is still on the pussy. The hyman has to be broken.
Theres got to be blood on these sheets and blood in these streets but aint none of you got the balls to get that done because as a wacko cap-o with the church berries sweeter than crunch berries
But its ya bois berries that gone cut the roof of ya mouth.
A scoat in the throat that gone make you choke.
#gravel.
Spit it up and spit it out. Theres more to this than what they are telling you. More than you or anyone else can know. That's called above your pay grade.
Don’t say I didnt warn you.
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A Kaiju hits the streets in lockdown. He’s Hell Comes to Frog Town. He’s a radio tower away from the truth and a pair of shades too deep in this mess. A time cop with no pension.
Zero days to retirement.
No death. No resets.
See it through.
He is undying.
While THEY LIVE.
There is no Running, Man. A Predator is Abraxus tonight. Everywhere ZMAC looks he takes mental notes. Dispotian in 2021. ZMAC pops into a Taco Bell, wiggles into a high top seat against the window and watches on as people enjoy their food.
An Autocratic Orange Madman reigns like a Doritos Loco Taco Supreme and before long we’ll have to lick clean the dust on our finger tips.
There is no fancy scene description. There is nothing fancy to describe. A Drifter through time. Hittin the space grass.
Jesus on the dashboard.
When ever it feels right.
And it never feels right.
No, not when ZMAC has to be the hero in a world filled with shitty villains.
In truth, ZMAC may seem a low life with a drug problem but there are other fates out there -> some worse than death and in a few weeks that will become clear and even though the Atomic Kaiju may be a bad guy -> he’s not a bad guy.
Now how some of these others would want you to believe.
Tryin’ hard to show it.
ZMAC pulls out his golden crackberry that he had in his bag. He turns it on and starts recording.
“Church. I heard you say it. I heard you say that when you tell them to take them to you that it’ll be the end. A Church with no gawd is just a goofy ass motherfucker with a complex. You might be here because you want to be. Because this is your way to step up and get ahead.”
ZMAC shows us the scars on his arms and neck.
“Gettin ahead comes at a cost. A sobering reminder. This aint like all the other time lines, Church. We aint in some fed traveling all over the tri-state area and you aint some trash man pit boss that gets to go home to his wife and kids where he can wipe off the grease paint and Irish Spring his way out of that black tar scent stuck to your clothes.
You dont get to go home and be like Chad Wellington or something. You don’t get to go play street hockey on the weekends. Theres no charcoal grill to wake you up on a lazy weekend afternoon.
You’re trapped. You’re all trapped. I know this because there is a barcode on my neck that tells me whats going to happen.
Four walls and a roof, church.
Trapped in safety is still trapped
And you aint safe.
I’m not going to sit here and talk tough to you because it aint going to make a difference. You’ll tell me that you’re different and that I should fear you. Ifear none of this and truthfully - I should. But ya boi -> he cant die. So when Ratheon Black Water agents over run this place in a few weeks and turn it to sanguine glass fragments accented with the laments of the anguished -> what side will you be on?
Prolly the winning side - right?
I mean, who wants to lose, right?
Right?
I feel that.
Trust me.
But that aint this week. If you really wanna go through with this, this week. I’ll make you regret it.
Trust me.”
