Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on May 26, 2008 18:25:28 GMT -6
[glow=black,2,300]::the muscles began to be tighter after the second day.
It's like three months worth of weight training, creatine, and H.G.H. rolled into one.
The sensory deprivation tank smelled rusty.
I was glad to be rid of it, after the third week.
The training, the scripture. At times it was too much to take. Trained in all forms of combat, but after the second week, I was taken aside with two others to learn wrestling. Greco-roman, and then professional. We never physically questioned it, but we always wondered, why?
To what purpose would this serve?
I once saw a man, shadowed, talking to one of the fathers. He looked back at me as I was training, and the father took him out of my view. It's like he was sizing us up. Choosing the steak he was about to dine on for dinner...
Part of the re-education process involved being coddled and taught in a child's classroom by a sister named "Nanny Julia". You should have seen the whelps left from the ruler.
You shan't see her get very cross. You wouldn't like to see her get cross.
Times spent sleeping consisted of re-programming, with the message over and over:
Absolute power. Absolute power. Absolute power.
Absolute power? What could it mean? The Emperor used to say it, as well. Like he was trying to remind me of something.
The dreams are becoming more vivid, now. I can almost feel my surroundings. Taste the holy body. And smell the stench of death.
Death? But I've never even seen anyone dead before. Except for my parents...
My parents? But...I don't have parents? Do I?
IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM.
I'm back in the real world.
I traced back an address, to Georgetown University.
Looking for a Robert Hagan. This was the name associated with the wrestler, 'Healius'. It turns out he's been deceased for 4 years. Four years? But if Healius was the Emperor?
Can't wrap my mind around that now. Thursday. Beating Dudley. TTT, winning the title. It will give the strength to overcome these nightmares, and help find the truth. Who am I? WHAT AM I?
I am not a controlled weapon, anymore.
I'm my own weapon.
The visions come again...
The Emperor- Your training is complete, young Centurius Maximus.
Thank you, master.
The Emperor- You're a fine addition to our cause, to our army.
Thank you, master.
The Emperor- You know your mission.
Yes, my master.
The Emperor- Will you carry it out, Gladiator Maximus?
Yes, my master.
The Emperor- Will you kill Jessica Hagan?
Yes...my master.::[/glow]
It's like three months worth of weight training, creatine, and H.G.H. rolled into one.
The sensory deprivation tank smelled rusty.
I was glad to be rid of it, after the third week.
The training, the scripture. At times it was too much to take. Trained in all forms of combat, but after the second week, I was taken aside with two others to learn wrestling. Greco-roman, and then professional. We never physically questioned it, but we always wondered, why?
To what purpose would this serve?
I once saw a man, shadowed, talking to one of the fathers. He looked back at me as I was training, and the father took him out of my view. It's like he was sizing us up. Choosing the steak he was about to dine on for dinner...
Part of the re-education process involved being coddled and taught in a child's classroom by a sister named "Nanny Julia". You should have seen the whelps left from the ruler.
You shan't see her get very cross. You wouldn't like to see her get cross.
Times spent sleeping consisted of re-programming, with the message over and over:
Absolute power. Absolute power. Absolute power.
Absolute power? What could it mean? The Emperor used to say it, as well. Like he was trying to remind me of something.
The dreams are becoming more vivid, now. I can almost feel my surroundings. Taste the holy body. And smell the stench of death.
Death? But I've never even seen anyone dead before. Except for my parents...
My parents? But...I don't have parents? Do I?
IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM.
I'm back in the real world.
I traced back an address, to Georgetown University.
Looking for a Robert Hagan. This was the name associated with the wrestler, 'Healius'. It turns out he's been deceased for 4 years. Four years? But if Healius was the Emperor?
Can't wrap my mind around that now. Thursday. Beating Dudley. TTT, winning the title. It will give the strength to overcome these nightmares, and help find the truth. Who am I? WHAT AM I?
I am not a controlled weapon, anymore.
I'm my own weapon.
The visions come again...
The Emperor- Your training is complete, young Centurius Maximus.
Thank you, master.
The Emperor- You're a fine addition to our cause, to our army.
Thank you, master.
The Emperor- You know your mission.
Yes, my master.
The Emperor- Will you carry it out, Gladiator Maximus?
Yes, my master.
The Emperor- Will you kill Jessica Hagan?
Yes...my master.::[/glow]