Revision as of 20:06, 20 May 2009 by SteveMB
|Parson stands on a mountainside ledge above a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff is a sea of red-hot lava.|||
Parson Gotti: Game over?
|Parson holds up his sword in front of him and talks to it.|||
Parson Gotti: Y'know...every time I swear, you remind me. You are controlling me.
|A view from a vantage point much higher up the mountain shows two corpses on another ledge. In the distance, Parson is a speck on the edge of the cliff, silhouetted against the magma pool below.|||
Parson Gotti: I mean you.
So who did this, huh?You?
|Parson holds his sword hanging down at his side as he stares out over the cliff. Lying on the ground near him are several more bodies.|||
|Parson Gotti: Or me.|||
|Parson holds his hand palm-up with fingers clawed and glances at it, as if trying to literally grasp something.|||
|Parson Gotti: What d'you have against obscenity, anyway?|||
|Parson points his sword out over the cliff and raises his other hand. In the foreground, a skull lies on the ground and a dead hand reaches up from just beyond it.|||
Parson Gotti: You're fine with this obscenity.
You brought me here to do this.I'm the real tool.
|Parson turns away from the cliff and leans on his sword.|||
|Parson Gotti: Well...|||
|Parson is seen from below, a scowl on his face, his sword held horizontally and pointed backwards.|||
|Parson Gotti: I won't be a gamepiece.|||