| From: | Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK> |
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| Subject: | Silence of Night |
| Date: | Fri, 24 Apr 1998 00:39:14 +0100 |
>>>>>[It is night. A night that follows the dawn of humankind or the
eternal darkness of metahuman rule. The night is always the dawn of
something. It heralds the coming day, it escorts the nightmares and
dreams that haunt the sleep of the guilty. It covers the movements of
those who would prefer not to be seen, and offers succour and comfort
the creatures of the night. Elves, Orks, Trolls - those to whom the
night is friend.
A light is about to lighten the darkness of the night. A light that
will bring about the destruction of the shadows concealing the
abominations summoned from the pits of the abyss to lead the assault on
mankind and bring about the final solution of humankinds extermination.
That light has been lit by the Children - though they do not bear the
light. They are the flame that ignites it, they are the wick that will
sustain it - they are the warriors who will guard it.
No longer shall the darkness of the night, and the shadows of the city
protect and hide the demons amongst us. Those of conscience and strong
heart will lead the battle to rid this world of the evil creatures that
inhabit the shadows. This is a battle for humankind, and it's loss
would herald the destruction of everything we know and understand. Rise
up my children, rise up and burn the night with your fire, bring the
light of righteousness and cleansing to the darkness that harbours the
spawn of the abyss. Rise up and oppose that which would have you
destroyed.
GATHER CHILDREN, PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR WAR.
IT IS TIME TO FINISH THAT WHICH WAS BEGUN.
FOR HE WHO IS DEAD HAS RETURNED.
+++++Include: 1.vid
A bright light blinds the camera, the light originates from what appears
to be a doorway, the doorway is surrounded by a flivckering light, a
bright electric blue, intermingled with shards of neon green and yello
sparks. A figure, black materialises inside the light, and slowly
walks towards the camera. As the figure passes through the doorway, the
mystical discharges surrounding the door, follow the figure, surrounding
it an a violent display of charged power, taking on it's form, and
revealing it to the camera. The figure is a tall, powerfully built man,
hard edges to his face and jaw, scars of battle decorate his face,
another scar - a healed bullet wound centres on his forehead. Heavy
camouflage gear hides the large body, sleeves torn and frayed, scorch
marks and oil stains cover the uniform, blood soaked into the shoulder
and chest mingles with the camouflage pattern. The face is instantly
recognisable. The last time it was seen was when Jason Lynch executed
it's owner. The figure, raises an assault rifle, aims at the camera and
fires... <white noise>
LET THERE BE LIGHT!]<<<<<
-- Bacchus <00:29:13/04-24-59>
