"And Israel joined himself unto Baalpeor: and the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel. And the LORD said unto Moses, 'Take all the heads of the people and hang them up before the LORD against the sun, that the fierce anger of the LORD may be turned away from Israel.'" (Numbers 25:3-4)
(Senester): None of you get it. None of you understand. You are all stumbling in the dark, tripping over one another like blind men in the forest. You think you see the horizon, but mass hysteria has created a shared delusion amongst you. This new day sheds its light across the landscape in the wake of Fatality and you awake with the vigor of men pride. You’re strides are greater, your smiles are broader, your hearts are fuller of the delusions that last night presented you. You’ve now adorned the black and white, and the moniker of the New World Order. Let me assure you, there is nothing “new” about your order. You relish this assembly because you still have questions. Eddie, McNeil, Talon…you have questions in your soul that I have given each of you answers to at one point or another, only you failed to comprehend them. I’m afraid my benevolence is running out. The kindness I have given, the mentorship, and the love have all been wasted upon you. You have no idea what you’re doing. You think you’re climbing to the top, regaining your footing, and proving yourselves worthy of past attributes, but believe me when I tell you… it will be quite the opposite in the end.
Senester holds up his hand, pointing to the center.
(Senester): As your new companion might say “This is where the power lies.” I have the whole world in my hands, and you are but individual specks of salt in its seas, singular grains of sand on its beaches. I hold heaven and hell in my hands gentlemen. How long do you think I’ll allow you to mock me? How long do you think I’ll allow you to dazzle the crowds with your antics? How long do you think I’ll allow you happiness? There is one thing I want you to know, something I will teach you. Something you only think you’ve felt and experienced before... “hatred.” You know anger, you know frustration, annoyance and resentment, but you do not know true hatred. You do not know the dormant dark void that rests in the souls of men, a disease waiting to wreak its havoc, but I will awaken it within you. I will drink your loathing for breakfast and watch it destroy the each of you. You will try to fight it, but you cannot win. Contrary to what you believe, what faith you may have in your paltry efforts you cannot best me in the end. I am timeless, and long after your stars have ceased to shine, long after I have broken you, long after the memories of you fade away…I will exist.
Senester looks at a monitor…in a lavish bedroom room somewhere within the Towers is a girl, sitting in the corner on the floor, weeping into her knees.
(Senester): You’ve made your little play McNeil, and now I’ve made one of mine. She is safe, and is being treated exceptionally. Your niece is not a prisoner, she is a guest. She is a guest until next week at Havoc when you return to me what you have stolen. A fair exchange McNeil, what belongs to me, for what belongs to you undamaged and intact, it is that simple. Eddie has lost Hennessey, Talon has lost Kyle…it appears sure you have enough in common with them these days without having to add your own loss to the list.
In any event NWO…. Drink your champagne, gorge on your hors d’oeuvers, enjoy the physical company of a companion of your choice…may your party be a true extravaganza. Tuck it away in your minds to add to your collection of joyful and glorious moments. You will need them as keepsakes in the very near future. It will be the only thing I leave you to look back on in favor. Delight gentlemen…this time is yours.
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