Post by jasonryan on Jul 25, 2021 18:05:59 GMT -5
Palenque, located in Chiapas Mexico, once home to the Mayan King, Pakal the Great, now only a monument to time. The camera pans to show ancient Mayan paintings depicting the Mayan people seemingly being lifted into the sky. Staring at these paintings is Jason Ryan with a bemused expression on his face.
They Knew. They knew, and still they lost. And now, the game begins again.
Jason turns to face the camera with the bemused expression still on his face.
Hello. I take it by now you have all noticed slight changes to my demeanor. I assure you nothing is wrong, the opposite in fact. For I am to begin to play the role I was born to play. You see, while I am the Jason Ryan you people have come to know, I am afraid that is only one half of me, or rather the half of me most know me as. But you see, to some I am known as The Vessel, to the High Ones, the pride and joy, of The Doraki, or The Ones Whom Belong To The Heavens. Now I suppose you would call us, a cult. Religious fanatics. But in fact, we are something more. We are the ones whom shall survive the coming Cycle.
Jason slowly takes off his shirt to reveal his entire torso covered in tattooed runes
The Cycle is an event that happens once every so often, think of it as a cleansing of this world. A resetting. The end of the current age so a new one can begin. In each cycle, certain players are involved, the most important of which being The Dreamkiller, The Vessel of The High ones, The one who they speak through. They spoke to you Riley on Twitter, to which we can tell you were scared. You were scared because you could sense your impending demise. But whom are The High Ones I can hear you people ask? Here, allow them to answer themselves.
Jason closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them again, a faraway look on his face
We are the ones who the ancients sacrificed their young and helpless to. We are the ones who corrupt your leaders and civil servants. We are the ones who speak into the ears of men, making false promises if they do our bidding. We kill the dreams of humanity, we are the ones who cause despair and fear. We are the ones who are responsible for all atrocities, we are the ones who corrupt humanity. We are The Dreamkiller. We are The High Ones and we are one.
Jason closes his eyes once more, opens them and grins at the camera
This location here, is where the last cycle took place. The Mayans knew their doom was impending, as did the Romans, the Babylonians, the Persians amongst others. Of course they had their own names for us they have passed down. And amongst every age, there has been a member of the Ryan clan to act as our vessel to ensure the Cycle continues. Whenever we awake from our slumber, thus begins the start of a new cycle. And we have decided to start with Revolution1. So many feel our wrath. The Dreamkiller is more than a fancy moniker for a modern day gladiator. Each letter in The Dreamkiller is representative for one of us. We call ourselves such because when we devour each age, all their hopes and dreams fade to nothingness. As all of you shall soon see.
Jason sits cross legged in front of the painting
Currently we are in the First Phase of The Cycle called The Awakening, when we first stir. Hence we are not as strong as we would like. Thus we desire to be fed strong emotions from the populace. Which is why we have entered the fray. Win or loss is irrelevant because your hate and disdain pleases us. It is filling to us. So Jason will ensure you hate more, suffer more and we shall feed off you like a tick does blood. And once we have had our fill of you, we will move on to all Revolution1 and we will not stop until every single person in that locker room has served our purpose. And then they shall ascend, Revolution1 will be nothing more than a memory. 'Tis only a part of the First Phase of The Cycle, a cycle that has existed and repeated before any man alive today was even in the loins of those who sired them. And tonight, The Cycle will begin again.
Jason sits back and gives a mocking bow to the camera
You should feel honored. For after I am done with you, The High Ones will make you Doraki, against my better judgement. Call us crazies, call us fanatics. Call us whatever. But at the end of the day, we are The Dreamkiller. And you have no chance. Prepare to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. And it shall be your last dance indeed.
Jason looks back at the mural.
Do not misunderstand. I am no god, nor do I claim to be the vessel of gods. Whom I serve, are beings older. Much older. Before humanity knew of divinity, there were the High Ones. There was the Cycle. And the cycle starts with me winning the title. That is how it starts. A ruler of some stature falls and the High Ones begin their meal. And it will end with the implosion of Revolution1.
Jason chuckles and stands, posing as though he is embracing the world.
Rebirth, such an apt name wouldn’t you agree? For this shall single the start of the end. For I shall win the International championship and use that to conquer Revolution1 in the name of the High Ones! I will force any and all to bow their knee and beg for mercy. Sadly I’m afraid the High Ones are I capable of feeling mercy. None will be spared, and as I’ve said before it al starts with thw Inernarional title. Angelo and Mark will be the first two victims of this new Cycle and once they have been defeated they shall wander the shadows!
Jason chuckles and rubs his hands together [/font]
The Dreamkiller is ready to make his move and write his chapter that will become the saga. Once I win the International title I’ll elevate it to the point where even thise that hold the e the world titles here will have no choice but to face me. One by one they will step up and one by one they will be set down! It’s destiny. And I will not be denied my fate!
Jason smiles and holds his arms apart in welcome.
Mark. Angelo. Fate has set the stage. Now let us begin!
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They Knew. They knew, and still they lost. And now, the game begins again.
Jason turns to face the camera with the bemused expression still on his face.
Hello. I take it by now you have all noticed slight changes to my demeanor. I assure you nothing is wrong, the opposite in fact. For I am to begin to play the role I was born to play. You see, while I am the Jason Ryan you people have come to know, I am afraid that is only one half of me, or rather the half of me most know me as. But you see, to some I am known as The Vessel, to the High Ones, the pride and joy, of The Doraki, or The Ones Whom Belong To The Heavens. Now I suppose you would call us, a cult. Religious fanatics. But in fact, we are something more. We are the ones whom shall survive the coming Cycle.
Jason slowly takes off his shirt to reveal his entire torso covered in tattooed runes
The Cycle is an event that happens once every so often, think of it as a cleansing of this world. A resetting. The end of the current age so a new one can begin. In each cycle, certain players are involved, the most important of which being The Dreamkiller, The Vessel of The High ones, The one who they speak through. They spoke to you Riley on Twitter, to which we can tell you were scared. You were scared because you could sense your impending demise. But whom are The High Ones I can hear you people ask? Here, allow them to answer themselves.
Jason closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them again, a faraway look on his face
We are the ones who the ancients sacrificed their young and helpless to. We are the ones who corrupt your leaders and civil servants. We are the ones who speak into the ears of men, making false promises if they do our bidding. We kill the dreams of humanity, we are the ones who cause despair and fear. We are the ones who are responsible for all atrocities, we are the ones who corrupt humanity. We are The Dreamkiller. We are The High Ones and we are one.
Jason closes his eyes once more, opens them and grins at the camera
This location here, is where the last cycle took place. The Mayans knew their doom was impending, as did the Romans, the Babylonians, the Persians amongst others. Of course they had their own names for us they have passed down. And amongst every age, there has been a member of the Ryan clan to act as our vessel to ensure the Cycle continues. Whenever we awake from our slumber, thus begins the start of a new cycle. And we have decided to start with Revolution1. So many feel our wrath. The Dreamkiller is more than a fancy moniker for a modern day gladiator. Each letter in The Dreamkiller is representative for one of us. We call ourselves such because when we devour each age, all their hopes and dreams fade to nothingness. As all of you shall soon see.
Jason sits cross legged in front of the painting
Currently we are in the First Phase of The Cycle called The Awakening, when we first stir. Hence we are not as strong as we would like. Thus we desire to be fed strong emotions from the populace. Which is why we have entered the fray. Win or loss is irrelevant because your hate and disdain pleases us. It is filling to us. So Jason will ensure you hate more, suffer more and we shall feed off you like a tick does blood. And once we have had our fill of you, we will move on to all Revolution1 and we will not stop until every single person in that locker room has served our purpose. And then they shall ascend, Revolution1 will be nothing more than a memory. 'Tis only a part of the First Phase of The Cycle, a cycle that has existed and repeated before any man alive today was even in the loins of those who sired them. And tonight, The Cycle will begin again.
Jason sits back and gives a mocking bow to the camera
You should feel honored. For after I am done with you, The High Ones will make you Doraki, against my better judgement. Call us crazies, call us fanatics. Call us whatever. But at the end of the day, we are The Dreamkiller. And you have no chance. Prepare to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. And it shall be your last dance indeed.
Jason looks back at the mural.
Do not misunderstand. I am no god, nor do I claim to be the vessel of gods. Whom I serve, are beings older. Much older. Before humanity knew of divinity, there were the High Ones. There was the Cycle. And the cycle starts with me winning the title. That is how it starts. A ruler of some stature falls and the High Ones begin their meal. And it will end with the implosion of Revolution1.
Jason chuckles and stands, posing as though he is embracing the world.
Rebirth, such an apt name wouldn’t you agree? For this shall single the start of the end. For I shall win the International championship and use that to conquer Revolution1 in the name of the High Ones! I will force any and all to bow their knee and beg for mercy. Sadly I’m afraid the High Ones are I capable of feeling mercy. None will be spared, and as I’ve said before it al starts with thw Inernarional title. Angelo and Mark will be the first two victims of this new Cycle and once they have been defeated they shall wander the shadows!
Jason chuckles and rubs his hands together [/font]
The Dreamkiller is ready to make his move and write his chapter that will become the saga. Once I win the International title I’ll elevate it to the point where even thise that hold the e the world titles here will have no choice but to face me. One by one they will step up and one by one they will be set down! It’s destiny. And I will not be denied my fate!
Jason smiles and holds his arms apart in welcome.
Mark. Angelo. Fate has set the stage. Now let us begin!
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