Visions [Nem rp]
May 25, 2015 4:00:52 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on May 25, 2015 4:00:52 GMT -5
"Most men have visions of grandeur." Ricky Oswego began, rubbing a hand through the stubble that had sprouted onto his chin. His eyes danced around aimlessly as he slowly rocked back and forth, his leg bouncing up and down impatiently.
"They stroll through this life... delusional... ignorant--" he spewed in disgust, vehemently shaking his head. "-- wrongly believing that anything is within their grasp as long as they put their minds to it." He sang cheerfully and optimistic, pumping his fist for added display. "Because if you belieeeeeve, then you can achieeeeeve? Isn’t that right?" he jested, sarcastically reciting the old adage as his mouth turned upward into a wry smile.
"So they travel down a road laden with the emptiness of false promises; propelled forward and fueled by the false hope that society has instilled in them from the very start — blinded, misguided —” he uttered with an inflection, a hint of anger seemingly altering his tone. “— shielded from the cold and bitter truth that awaits them.” A laugh escaped him, cold and bitter in nature, matching the steely iciness of his glare. “Finding security and comfort in a broken ideal; a lie -- really thinking that their hearts desires will be the byproduct of an undying optimism.” He steepled his fingers together as he leaned forward in the chair in which he was sitting.
“That is… until life gets in the way.” he seethed, his jaw clenched tightly. "The things in which you cannot control, the things that steadily chip away at those visions, until all you're left with is the morbid dullness of the world in which you live." He snickered, but it wasn't funny. He knew all too well what it was like to have those visions destroyed. This was his story in but so many words.
“And I know many of you are just seeing the big picture now, aren’t you?” he questioned, that mischievous smile forming once again as he illustrated a screen with his fingers. “You’re having those — visions." He sneered. "Visions of grandeur. Visions of being more than what you are! Visions of that Apex Championship held hiiiigh in the sky, above your heads…” he said, lifting his arms into the air as he lulled his head back and closed his eyes. "—as you're immortalized; as you become... someone."
He slowly lowered his head, his gaze finding the camera once more.
"But they..." he continued, waving a finger at the camera. "...are visions that will never be your reality. Because soon..." He slowly pushed from his seat, and sauntered towards the monster who had previously been outside of the camera's scope. As his eyes examined the monster, a sad but impish grin appeared as he directed his gaze back towards the camera. "— life..." He raised an arm, patting the monster on the chest. "—will ... get ... in your way. And no amount of optimism, no amount of belief will spare you from the cruel fate that awaits." There was a strange sentiment in his words, almost as if he spoke from experience.
"Because not every dream becomes a reality. Not every wish comes true. And sometimes those visions..." he let out a sorrow filled sigh. "—they fade. They wither. They die."
"They become the very nightmares that haunt our existence."
"And soon, you will all know that feeling.”
He slowly turned towards the camera.
“Who will save you now?”
"They stroll through this life... delusional... ignorant--" he spewed in disgust, vehemently shaking his head. "-- wrongly believing that anything is within their grasp as long as they put their minds to it." He sang cheerfully and optimistic, pumping his fist for added display. "Because if you belieeeeeve, then you can achieeeeeve? Isn’t that right?" he jested, sarcastically reciting the old adage as his mouth turned upward into a wry smile.
"So they travel down a road laden with the emptiness of false promises; propelled forward and fueled by the false hope that society has instilled in them from the very start — blinded, misguided —” he uttered with an inflection, a hint of anger seemingly altering his tone. “— shielded from the cold and bitter truth that awaits them.” A laugh escaped him, cold and bitter in nature, matching the steely iciness of his glare. “Finding security and comfort in a broken ideal; a lie -- really thinking that their hearts desires will be the byproduct of an undying optimism.” He steepled his fingers together as he leaned forward in the chair in which he was sitting.
“That is… until life gets in the way.” he seethed, his jaw clenched tightly. "The things in which you cannot control, the things that steadily chip away at those visions, until all you're left with is the morbid dullness of the world in which you live." He snickered, but it wasn't funny. He knew all too well what it was like to have those visions destroyed. This was his story in but so many words.
“And I know many of you are just seeing the big picture now, aren’t you?” he questioned, that mischievous smile forming once again as he illustrated a screen with his fingers. “You’re having those — visions." He sneered. "Visions of grandeur. Visions of being more than what you are! Visions of that Apex Championship held hiiiigh in the sky, above your heads…” he said, lifting his arms into the air as he lulled his head back and closed his eyes. "—as you're immortalized; as you become... someone."
He slowly lowered his head, his gaze finding the camera once more.
"But they..." he continued, waving a finger at the camera. "...are visions that will never be your reality. Because soon..." He slowly pushed from his seat, and sauntered towards the monster who had previously been outside of the camera's scope. As his eyes examined the monster, a sad but impish grin appeared as he directed his gaze back towards the camera. "— life..." He raised an arm, patting the monster on the chest. "—will ... get ... in your way. And no amount of optimism, no amount of belief will spare you from the cruel fate that awaits." There was a strange sentiment in his words, almost as if he spoke from experience.
"Because not every dream becomes a reality. Not every wish comes true. And sometimes those visions..." he let out a sorrow filled sigh. "—they fade. They wither. They die."
"They become the very nightmares that haunt our existence."
"And soon, you will all know that feeling.”
He slowly turned towards the camera.
“Who will save you now?”
