SurfnTurf Posted July 27, 2016 Share Posted July 27, 2016 http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt353/Mansellben/Chaos%20Theory%20Wrestling/The%20City%20Flyer_1.png Vignette 1: The (Re)Creation http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt353/Mansellben/Chaos%20Theory%20Wrestling/recreation_1.png The camera pans in on a structure sitting atop a huge mountain, before fading into various scenes from the below transcript. For Eons, The Elder Gods have sat idle, watching, as humans took their own fates and destiny in hand. Ever watching, constant vigils to both the good and bad they waited patiently for that one moment. A moment, that would herald an end to the spiritual ties that kept them from transcending onwards to other realms. One moment where humankind showed itself capable of enlightenment, peace and respect. Only that moment never came. … Hundreds of thousands of wars committed for the barest of reasons. Selfishness and greed not only prevalent, but an encouraged lifestyle choice. But perhaps most damning of all, a lack of care for fellow humankind. Mass genocide ignored, starvation ignored. Racism, poverty, disease, ignored, ignored, ignored. For the Elder Gods who created this World as a wonderment, a thing of beauty. To watch it burn was truly heart-breaking. Perhaps if they were the only Gods they would have stepped in and eased its burden back on course? Sadly, this was no longer allowed. You see, as humankind first began to drift, they began to worship differently. They worshipped Prosperity, Vengeance, Spite. This birthed what was to become The New Gods. Gods who did not care about the balance, but about satisfying their individual quirks. For a time, the Elder Gods warred with their younger counterparts. As fire and brimstone fell from the sky, and pestilence ravished the world. The Gods drove the Earth to near extinction. It was the Elder God Gabriel who brokered the accords with The Young God’s. Playing off of each’s nature, Gabriel convinced them that it was to their benefit to sign. A mutual agreement to cease interaction with humankind, to let them become what they become. The Young God’s, seeing only the victory of allowing their worshippers to continue to cavort and sin without the interference of The Elders, thus forgetting it was also in their nature to interfere, signed. And so the Elders, though powerless to guide humankind, gained a singular chance for victory and rapture. Faith in humankind, faith that it would see the error of its ways and strive to be better. … And 150,000 years passed. The scene shifts as the camera come face to face with three Younger Gods, huddled together whispering hurriedly atop a high terrain looking down on the world. http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt353/Mansellben/Chaos%20Theory%20Wrestling/gods_1.png (From left to right; Fasdor God of War, Amon God of Mischief, Tittalus God of Time.) To understand the torture, The Younger God’s went through, you have to understand that their greatest weakness is their strength. Imagine how agonising it must have been for The God of War to watch humankind go through countless wars without being able to interfere. Or for The God of Time not having the final say on a person’s death. But the accords were binding. Never again could the Gods exhort their will on humankind. Amon touches the shoulder of Tittalus and disappears. Leave it to the God of Mischief to finally find the loophole. Although exhorting their will was impossible, a gentle prod in the ‘right’ direction wasn’t. Just the tiniest of changes could lead to the biggest of upheavals. Tittalus had been sending Amon back in time for a number of years now, each little prod sparking an avalanche of possibilities. Finally, their future was ready. With that Fasdor and Tittalus run to the edge before jumping off into the sky, Angel wings sprouting from their backs. As they descend it is revealed that the mountain floats above the clouds. Quicker they descend as a shoreline emerges. America. Faster than seems possible they pass through the east coast to the west. Onwards and onwards, until they reach the edge of a dessert. As they fly past there is evidence of war and death, though how long ago is unclear. A rusted AMV, half covered in sand lays next to a huge mound. Yet further they travel until they come to a huge armoured complex. No more like a city. Huge turrets sit outside guarding a singular road inside. Above sits a sign, bullet ridden. Welcome to Las Vegas. http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt353/Mansellben/Chaos%20Theory%20Wrestling/Vegas_1.png The Gods fly above unnoticed, and the sheer population scale is revealed. There is shouting in the distance, an arena. In the centre two humans do battle in a ring to the roar of the crowd. Above the arena is a huge building with a balcony looking out. A man in a white Stetson hat emerges, surveying the action before putting a thumb downward for the crowd to see. Immediately the two fighters are removed from the ring as another two replace them. It is on the rooftop that the two young Gods land joining the already arrived God of Mischief. It seems that although the Young God’s can no longer control the world they have at least found themselves a playground. Everything that is about to happen cannot be stopped. Every little change, could produce momentous Chaos. Gods have mercy on us all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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