009 [Surprise Violence!] (Video)
[The regular daily programing is suddenly interupted by static that slowly gives way to the stage. The scene is the warehouse from Grell's earlier post, now with a large space in the center covered in darkness. There's some adjusting of the computer, the angle needing to be precise, and then Will steps into view, stopping just before the shadow.]
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Sieben, we're being presented today with a unique opportunity. A singular chance to create something spectacular, marvelous. A something that no one will ever, ever forget.
But that sounds awfully boring, doesn't it? I'm talking like some stuffy old businessman, but this business, oh it is a pleasure. See friends, we're gathering like minded individuals for a bit of a venture, and we thought we'd show you just a taste of what we have to offer. Grell!"
[Grell flips a switch, to reveal a group of warehouse workers all tied to a large wooden pole, and all looking rather scared. He does a pose that would make Vanna White jealous.] "TADAAAA~ Frightened masses per your order, Mr. S~"
"Frightened indeed, aren't they? Let's take a closer look."
[Having put the computer on a wheeled table, Will pulls it closer. The man in close-up is trembling, eyes darting about.]
"Poor man. I think what he needs is a good laugh. I've got just the trick for it too." [Will reveals a canister seemingly from thin air, and holds the end close to the man's face.] "Are you ready?"
[The hostage shakes his head, but Will pulls off the lid. A half dozen paper snakes pop out in an explosion of traditional prank humor, and the man screams. Will, however, lets out a loud laugh.]
Wasn't that good? So funny that you should be laughing. [He leans closer to the man, his voice dropping low.] Laugh like your life depends on it.
[The man gets the message, and begins to cackle, the sound quiet at first, but growing increasingly louder and desparate as Will steps back.]
[Grell, off screen.] "He's laughing, can't I do it now? Now~?"
[Will, off screen.] "Now."
[Grell steps back into view, and the revving of his chainsaw drowns out even the man whose laughter has turned to screams. It doesn't last long though, the blade punching through the man's chest and sending blood everywhere, including onto the camera, along with the other prisoners who begin to scream. A few moments later, Will has turned the cart, and wiped away the blood so only he and empty space behind him can be seen. He speaks louder to be heard over all the background noise, all of which indicates that Grell is making his way through them all.]
An exciting show, isn't it? And this was all put together with no budget and on painfully short notice. Now my dear audience, imagine what we could do with people, resources, and time.
And that's-- [Will is interrupted as a head, no longer attached to its body, flies off behind him. He watches it land to the ground with a splat, then shrugs and turns back to camera.] That's the point of this little sideshow. This dear city of ours deserves a much more festive performance, and I plan to give it to you. But being such a generous person, I'm willing to let in a few acts besides my own. So for those of you who are drooling with jealousy and an urge to join in? Leave a message.
As for the rest of you, you so-called do-gooders whose blood just began to boil? You're going to be in the show too. So we'll be seeing you--all of you, internal organs included--very, very soon.
[Will erupts into laughter, forcefully pushing the cart so it spins, the picture rapidly changing from the laughing shinigami, to corpses, to Grell covered in blood, over and over, before the laptop flies off into the corner and the screen goes black.]
(ooc: No obligations to anyone of course. Just for a bit of darker fun. ♥)
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Sieben, we're being presented today with a unique opportunity. A singular chance to create something spectacular, marvelous. A something that no one will ever, ever forget.
But that sounds awfully boring, doesn't it? I'm talking like some stuffy old businessman, but this business, oh it is a pleasure. See friends, we're gathering like minded individuals for a bit of a venture, and we thought we'd show you just a taste of what we have to offer. Grell!"
[Grell flips a switch, to reveal a group of warehouse workers all tied to a large wooden pole, and all looking rather scared. He does a pose that would make Vanna White jealous.] "TADAAAA~ Frightened masses per your order, Mr. S~"
"Frightened indeed, aren't they? Let's take a closer look."
[Having put the computer on a wheeled table, Will pulls it closer. The man in close-up is trembling, eyes darting about.]
"Poor man. I think what he needs is a good laugh. I've got just the trick for it too." [Will reveals a canister seemingly from thin air, and holds the end close to the man's face.] "Are you ready?"
[The hostage shakes his head, but Will pulls off the lid. A half dozen paper snakes pop out in an explosion of traditional prank humor, and the man screams. Will, however, lets out a loud laugh.]
Wasn't that good? So funny that you should be laughing. [He leans closer to the man, his voice dropping low.] Laugh like your life depends on it.
[The man gets the message, and begins to cackle, the sound quiet at first, but growing increasingly louder and desparate as Will steps back.]
[Grell, off screen.] "He's laughing, can't I do it now? Now~?"
[Will, off screen.] "Now."
[Grell steps back into view, and the revving of his chainsaw drowns out even the man whose laughter has turned to screams. It doesn't last long though, the blade punching through the man's chest and sending blood everywhere, including onto the camera, along with the other prisoners who begin to scream. A few moments later, Will has turned the cart, and wiped away the blood so only he and empty space behind him can be seen. He speaks louder to be heard over all the background noise, all of which indicates that Grell is making his way through them all.]
An exciting show, isn't it? And this was all put together with no budget and on painfully short notice. Now my dear audience, imagine what we could do with people, resources, and time.
And that's-- [Will is interrupted as a head, no longer attached to its body, flies off behind him. He watches it land to the ground with a splat, then shrugs and turns back to camera.] That's the point of this little sideshow. This dear city of ours deserves a much more festive performance, and I plan to give it to you. But being such a generous person, I'm willing to let in a few acts besides my own. So for those of you who are drooling with jealousy and an urge to join in? Leave a message.
As for the rest of you, you so-called do-gooders whose blood just began to boil? You're going to be in the show too. So we'll be seeing you--all of you, internal organs included--very, very soon.
[Will erupts into laughter, forcefully pushing the cart so it spins, the picture rapidly changing from the laughing shinigami, to corpses, to Grell covered in blood, over and over, before the laptop flies off into the corner and the screen goes black.]
(ooc: No obligations to anyone of course. Just for a bit of darker fun. ♥)