carnagecarnival | thread sample alternate (without capslock)

[He addresses the network, facing them dead on, skull paint done with such care one might suspect a stylist to be responsible. His voice fluctuates in volume between sentences, not to the fault of the video, but thanks to his own way of speaking. It's hard to discern his expression beyond the paint.]

A game was to be played. A motherfucking request unto I was made. Played. And motherfucking won it was requested to motherfucking be. No dogma, will I preach to you now; motherfucking end will be seen, one way or other. Not unused to this shit, the sling and throw of tickets skyward to scatter on a hundred fucking unfortunates below. So I offer chance into carnival by hands of a true ninja, a future ring master as your guide I can be.

[He bows, just slightly, in a similar manner to the way an actual ring master would, but his eyes remain focused on the screen.]

Talk, a troll shall, of things they understand nothing of. Brothers and sisters, false ninjas shall preach at what they know not of how to preach. not of how to preach. Sing wrongs; speak the spurious; weave fallacy so sweet like the most ambrosial bread and wine. Not deaf, this motherfucker is, to the rabble. Not motherfucking deaf is this motherfucker. But it shall not be I, who remains the unreceptive, false, veiled in cape and crown of Milenko itself, no. not I.

May not yet be high priest, but scripture holds true to each worthy clap and claw that places itself upon it. Know and hear them true, I do. Palpate, the mirthful did give to me and to the worthy I shall pass on its truths. Through faithful maw to willing hear duct the minstrel's songs shall be passed. If any among have within their pumpers the wish and desire, in their guts, the nerve, and their minds, the want for the sublime, then let holy will be done.

Those found before me who mean to insult in greatest measure for such gifts shall be flayed. Motherfucking flesh peeled from bone those who speak ignominy to my face will be. Gutless heretics need not attend nor make sound.

[He gives long pause then, and when he continues once more, the growl that had been building beneath his words becomes all the more evident.]

I preach for the holy church of the mirthful messiahs, the rise of the minstrels, and the paradise to come. I preach of the beauty, life, and many motherfucking colors of cessation's kiss. Only to enlighten does a motherfucker seek and only to the deserving ticket takers. Be aware of this and make choice on for a motherfucker's own self. You will refer to him as your preacher, the initiate, fraysong. And in magnanimous gesture, he offers only chance at quick means for those who seek on to be born-again as one of the true family, my brothers and sisters soon to be. He offers word on death to those who would die in agony on their own blasphemy. I will see you carnival bound should you only make onto accept it and know your curtain's pull and drop can both be without pain. Or, a motherfucker can see the motherfucking end without, ticket ripped and the unrighteous sent to rot outside the paradise, death without festival. But all will meet the ticket taker as all will face their terminus true. Choice is motherfucking yours. I will await the righteous few.

[Abruptly, the feed cuts out.]