John Egbert || Twenty Ninth Showtime && [Video] = Light Up The Night!
[The feed comes on, positioned so that you can see John. He's standing tall annd looks... well, he looks a lot older with that suit on. And he's got a grim face on now.]
Hello, Doctors. Remember me?
[He clenches his fist and raises it - a simple act of defiance.]
I remember you. And what you've done to everyone here - to all my friends. All the people I don't know but are stuck here with us... and you know what?
You made a big mistake, crossing me. Crossing us.
You think just because we're trapped here like the so-called 'rats' we'll surrender? You think trying to tell us we're clones will dissuade us!?
YOU'RE WRONG!
[Suddenly - Wrinklefucker's out and pointed toward the camera, John's face twisted with anger.]
Last week was the last straw, and we won't tolerate any more of your abuse and shenanigans! Even if the stars and heaven itself could forgive your brutality, I, John Egbert, and all those who rally behind the cause of freedom will not!
[He's getting worked up now, as if all this energy is just mustering inside of him and bursting out into a blaze of determination.]
Just who the hell do you think you are, anyway? Gods, rulers? You can be struck at as much as you can strike at us - and I know you know what I'm talking about.
Your experiment has been derailed. Your computers have met a rather... explosive end and your methods of observation have been thoroughly dismantled and destroyed! This week might not have us breaking out... but we will! That is a certainty! We will fight, day after day, taking ground and making you pay for everything you've done!
[He raises the hammer into the air, focusing on the camera the entire time as he points it straight skyward.]
This hammer is my soul! It represents the collective will of me, my friends, and everyone fighting to break through an impossible fate! If there's a wall in our way, we'll eventually break it down! IF there isn't a path then we'll forge one with our own two hands!
[He extends a hand that isn't holding onto Wrinklefucker and curls it into a fist.]
This is our declaration of WAR! Doctors, Consortium, and whoever the hell else is trying to keep us here, we won't stop until we escape, and we'll make you fight for every inch you try to make toward breaking us!
I may be just a kid, but the future is ours to grasp... no matter who or what we are. And we'll create miracle after miracle, and go beyond the impossible! Don't think we'll be trapped in this ever-repeating hell forever!
We will fight! We will win! We! Will! ESCAPE!
[He grits his teeth as he shouts those last words, leaving them hang in the air.]
Remember my words, Consortium. Doctors. And... everyone watching this. As long as there is one person, we can still fight. As long as there is still one person dreaming of returning to their life outside these white walls, we can defeat them. And as long as there's still one person, I'll never give up. Not while I still breathe and blood still flows in my veins.
[John nods, clenching his fist and raising it to his chest.]
This is John Egbert, Heir of Breath, signing out.
[Annnnd the feed cuts.]
Hello, Doctors. Remember me?
[He clenches his fist and raises it - a simple act of defiance.]
I remember you. And what you've done to everyone here - to all my friends. All the people I don't know but are stuck here with us... and you know what?
You made a big mistake, crossing me. Crossing us.
You think just because we're trapped here like the so-called 'rats' we'll surrender? You think trying to tell us we're clones will dissuade us!?
YOU'RE WRONG!
[Suddenly - Wrinklefucker's out and pointed toward the camera, John's face twisted with anger.]
Last week was the last straw, and we won't tolerate any more of your abuse and shenanigans! Even if the stars and heaven itself could forgive your brutality, I, John Egbert, and all those who rally behind the cause of freedom will not!
[He's getting worked up now, as if all this energy is just mustering inside of him and bursting out into a blaze of determination.]
Just who the hell do you think you are, anyway? Gods, rulers? You can be struck at as much as you can strike at us - and I know you know what I'm talking about.
Your experiment has been derailed. Your computers have met a rather... explosive end and your methods of observation have been thoroughly dismantled and destroyed! This week might not have us breaking out... but we will! That is a certainty! We will fight, day after day, taking ground and making you pay for everything you've done!
[He raises the hammer into the air, focusing on the camera the entire time as he points it straight skyward.]
This hammer is my soul! It represents the collective will of me, my friends, and everyone fighting to break through an impossible fate! If there's a wall in our way, we'll eventually break it down! IF there isn't a path then we'll forge one with our own two hands!
[He extends a hand that isn't holding onto Wrinklefucker and curls it into a fist.]
This is our declaration of WAR! Doctors, Consortium, and whoever the hell else is trying to keep us here, we won't stop until we escape, and we'll make you fight for every inch you try to make toward breaking us!
I may be just a kid, but the future is ours to grasp... no matter who or what we are. And we'll create miracle after miracle, and go beyond the impossible! Don't think we'll be trapped in this ever-repeating hell forever!
We will fight! We will win! We! Will! ESCAPE!
[He grits his teeth as he shouts those last words, leaving them hang in the air.]
Remember my words, Consortium. Doctors. And... everyone watching this. As long as there is one person, we can still fight. As long as there is still one person dreaming of returning to their life outside these white walls, we can defeat them. And as long as there's still one person, I'll never give up. Not while I still breathe and blood still flows in my veins.
[John nods, clenching his fist and raising it to his chest.]
This is John Egbert, Heir of Breath, signing out.
[Annnnd the feed cuts.]