Post by Nightcall on Feb 21, 2020 21:11:21 GMT -6
The Tire Iron Tapes
Nightcall
Nightcall
(FSW #93 | Nightcall Debut Video Vignette)
Grainy analog feed jerks and bounces like VHS tape, briefly spurting out mechanical babble until stabilizing. The video returns to normal for a brief moment, resting on a scenic beach at sunset. A mildly distorted hum overlaps with the sounds of ocean waves. The recording crawls at a snail's pace before bouncing again. A blue screen appears, then an aerial shot of the shore. It pans to a blurry congregation of dark-robed figures. They stand stoically around a large wooden effigy.
The camera cut-jumps to a hooded man carrying a torch. The gathering turns their gaze towards him in mute reverence. He glides over the sandy terrain alone with a purpose, taking his time with every step. The fire wavers and burns brightly enough for the pedestrians on the pier to see. Seagulls scream in the distance.
The torchbearer closes in on the wide circle of shrouded entities. He examines his flock in the soft orange glow of the blaze. Satisfied, he raises the light up into the violet, fuschia-striped sky. With an assertive but joyous voice he hails the beach in evening ritual.
"Take back the night!"
The bonfire is lit — crackling flames engulf the wood in a feverish hunger. The crowd roars their approval and strips their robes off; they are decked in neon swimwear and glow-in-the-dark body paint. A pop tune starts up nearby. Nightcall removes his cowl, flaunting a trim bowtie and vest without an undershirt. One guy in a panda onesie tosses him canned wine. Everyone else helps themselves to coolers and various smoking substances.
Nightcall pops the tab and takes a hefty swig. He shakes like a man possessed before bellowing out for all to hear.
"TAKE BACK THE NIGHT!!!"
Partygoers laugh and cheer. The beat picks up as Nightcall joins in on the fun.