| From: | Freddy Frypp <JAMES-CUENO@*********.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Brimstone vs. Marksanspensah |
| Date: | Mon, 10 Apr 1995 17:47:35 CST |
I'm saying this because I was recently contracted by a certain...
entity to do some viding for him (it?). Since I'm sure he didn't
want it as something to show the grandkids, I'll post it here for
your viewing pleasure.
+++++ BEGIN VIDEO
You see the clear night sky over Seattle. From the vibration of the
camera and other subtle cues you guess that you must be looking at a vidfeed
from a small drone, possibly a Sikorsky Microskimmer or something
similar. The drone zooms over a deserted track of dockland, towards the
pier. It pauses, hovering in mid air. Digital image enhancement kicks in
to provide an enlarged image of two men walking together along the water.
they exchange something, shake hands and go off in separate directions
The drone begins to follow one of the men, inching along carefully now,
making sure it isn't spotted.
The man walks briskly, whistling the notes of 'Hitler had only one big
ball' as he goes along. He is a tall and lean man in his early fifties,
with obvious chrome cybereyes. He wears a denim jacket and jeans,
and appears to be quite at ease in this neighborhood.
Suddenly the man stops whistling. A small humming sound can be heard,
although you can't tell it's source. The sound grows steadily until it
becomes a thundering roar. When it reaches a crescendo, something
bursts through the wall of a nearby warehouse. A flaming skeleton
astride a large motorbike with wheels of fire skids to a halt in front
of the man, who takes a step backwards.
The man is obviously afraid, but his voice does not quiver as he says
"Oh, Hoi Brimstone. Been lookin' for you, as a matter o' fact."
"SILENCE" answers the Skeleton. As he dismounts, the fiery
motorbike dissolves into the air.
"Hey, cool trick. Guess you don't have any problems finding a parking
space, uh?"
"I SEE FEAR IN YOUR AURA. BLUFFING IS POINTLESS."
"Kinda takes the fun outta poker games, doesn't it? Hey, what's that?"
The man has spotted the drone now, and is looking directly at it.
"MY PRODUCTION CREW. YOU ARE ABOUT TO BECOME THE STAR OF 'BONEHEAD
PRODUCTIONS'' GREATEST HIT, SANS STUNTMAN RATES."
"Oh frag. You're really serious about this, aren't you? Some people have no
fraggin' sense of humour".
The man (Who must be Marksanspensah) takes out a large combat knife from a
sheath at his back and assumes a combat stance. He holds the knife
parallel to his forearm, and the dikoted blade reflects the light
from Brimstone's flames into the camera.
"Come and get it, you fragger"
Brimstone makes a sound that could be considered a chuckle and his body
seems to blur towards Marksanspensah. Then he dissapears.
For a fraction of a second, Marksanspensah remains stunned. Suddenly
he wheels around cutting across Brimstone's chest just as the spirit
appears behind him. Brimstone's counterstrike lifts the man into the air
and sends him several meters back.
Brimstone stands still, examining the knife wound. Flames can be seen
behind the gash in the Spirit's leather jacket. The knife appears
to have knicked the breastbone. Obviously Brimstone is more
surprised than hurt.
The same cannot be said for Marksanspensah, whose arm, and probably ribs
are broken. He gets up leaning on his knife arm.
"<Koff>, maybe I shoulda warned, you... I fought a Spirit before
<keff>, I lost... heh, but I learned some tricks..."
Brimstone starts advancing slowly but deliberately towards Marksanspensah,
who takes a step back for every one the spirit takes forward.
Marksanspensah runs out of space against a railing overlooking a
drainage canal five or six meters below.
"Ah, fraggit. My mom said I'd have days like this. Ya know what...
the problem is with... people today? They don't read... enough
comics. Too much fraggin' trideo an' sims... guess you'd agree, huh?"
Brimstone says nothing. He just continues towards Marksanspensah,
slipping under the man's guard, grabbing him by the throat.
With a powerful shove, the spirit crashes him through the railing,
dangling in the air.
"APOLOGIES... WILL NOW BE CONSIDERED."
"Fgg...yyyou...ackk.." Marksanspensah flails wildly for a moment, and then
buries his knife deep into Brimstone's side. The spirit lets go and
Marksanspensah drops into the water below.
The drone dips downwards into the canal and lowers itself until it hovers
a few inches above the water.
Markanspensah is lying face down in two or three feet of water. He is
trying to get up, a task not made easy by his broken arm. He finally
manages to raise his head above the water after a few seconds.
Brimstone drops into the water next to him. The spirit firmly places
one of it's heavy biker boots onto the man's back.
"Oh no, wai-grllg..." Marksanspensah's words are cut short as
Brimstone forces him underwater again.
The man starts to thrash violently in the water, desperately trying to shift
the spirit from his back. After several minutes of desperate
struggle, movement ceases, except for a few muscular spasms.
Brimstone lifts his foot from Marksanspensah's back. He removes the
combat knife from between his ribs and drops it on top of the body,
fading away.
+++++ END VIDEO
Damn shame about Mr. M. I was planning on contacting him to upgrade
some of my equipment......]<<<<<
-- Rumormonger (Always / Tuned-In)
