AL-002

[Lyndon]

The room was dark, so dark in fact that nothing could be seen, only those things that the camera light could possibly touch. The small circle of light only covered the area surrounding the cameraman. He moved frantically, trying to locate whoever he’s supposed to record on this fateful night. He’s taken aback by the whole darkness thing, his hands begin to tremble, his inners crack a noise that comes out of his mouth, something like a squeak, his respiration changes its speed with every passing second. Then, for a fateful second, a dimmed red light appears on the distance followed by a loud BANG. 

The camera fell backwards to the ground, to the side of the fallen cameraman. He looks visibly shaken by whatever hit him. Then, a pair of black military style boots appear on the screen, followed by a cigarette that’s thrown to the chest of the poor fallen man and a loud laugh. Whoever is laughing crouches in front of the camera, grabs it and gets up. As the camera picks up who is this person, a pair of worn jeans, a black “Sandman” t-shirt and a hoodie covering whoever is holding the camera’s face appear. Then, the scene begins to move until Static. 

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The scene opens back up with Alexander Lyndon sitting on a staircase. Wearing his usual attire, a pair of jeans, black military style boots and a white t-shirt. His hair covering up his face and this time he has a cigarette on his right hand. It seems like he just light it up, as it’s mostly complete and there aren’t any ashes on the floor right in front of him. 

It must be nice to forget about where you are, and live in a made up world for once. It’s almost kind of a mystery to me, you know. To travel the dimensions without even leaving my room. To experience transmundane moments, to know there’s a man hiding behind the curtain or even that the king is completely naked. 

Alexander Lyndon drives a cigarette to his mouth, inhales and exhales the smoke with such passion that it almost seems like he’s trying to figure out how smoke works. 

It must be nice to know that everything you’ve worked for in your life, has been a lie that you’ve repeated so much in your head that it has become reality… your reality. A reality that no one can deny to you, because you’re the one that controls it and there’s no one to say that whatever you’re experiencing isn’t the truth… because… it is.

But, the problem with that is that MY TRUTH… is also true. My reality is also REAL and there’s where everything you’ve created to yourself goes up in the same smoke you exhale when creating it.

Lyndon stands up and throws the cigarette away. He takes his hair out of the way and looks directly into the camera. 

You see, my green brother… you thrive because you think this is a war against an alien race… that’s your truth… that’s your reality… I thrive because I’ve seen war, I’ve been in front of people that have pointed me with guns and…. BANG!

A wide smile appears in Lyndon’s face as he takes a deep breath and continues talking. 

Everything goes blank.

I could stand in front of these cameras and state each and every reason I think you’re not gonna win come Challenge. But, I’ll leave that to those brothers and sisters who are bold enough to believe that the world they’ve created for themselves is the only possible world. 

Instead, I just gonna say that come match time… you’ll see why our realities differ from each other. You’ll see exactly what my last opponent saw. You’ll know what its like to be in the line of fire, with a man that ain’t afraid of pulling the trigger… 

Lyndon puts his head down, reflecting on his past, before he brings it back up and staring at the camera he speaks once more. 

And once our match is done… once everything is settled… you’ll know why your dreams will banish like the smoke you worship. Brother, you ain’t facing a god… you’re facing me… and that my brother… is something you should avoid at all cost. 

The scene faded to black.