ZERO-Day Approaches
Jul 6, 2023 0:02:56 GMT -6
Chunks of Darna Dare, Saito Family (Luke and Luna), and 1 more like this
Post by ZERO on Jul 6, 2023 0:02:56 GMT -6
The strange video sent to the NextGen offices begins in a dark, dusty room. The only light present appears from a window off-camera, doing little to bring life into a stagnant space. We see ZERO, a man who has obscured himself in a black boiler suit and full face mask. He sits on a wooden chair that has seen better days, covered in dirt and various superficial cuts. After a bit of heavy breathing, he speaks, with his voice filtered to obscure any identifiable qualities.
"Hello, world. If you're viewing this, it means I've been brought into Extreme Wrestling Corporation. Sometime soon, I will be in front of a crowd for the first time. I'm sure you, viewer, don't care. Before a few weeks ago, that would've been completely fine by me. I would've continued being my faceless, voiceless, and nameless self. You would've gone on to your life that you fully believe has meaning, and I wouldn't have corrected you. However, recently I had a revelation; this world has continued to stray away from the nothingness it came from, to fruitlessly grab anything it can call "meaningful". It cannibalizes itself in this pursuit, throwing its inhabitants to the wayside when they no longer serve its purposes. So too do its inhabitants follow suit, attaching their own internal peace to material belongings, inessential careers, and ungrateful families. None of them know the peace that I do. Should I be so selfish to keep this all to myself?"
ZERO is silent for a moment, as a car crash can be heard outside. He seems to ponder for a moment before continuing.
"It's the first time I've found something that eats at my peace. All these years of living unthinking, unwanting, only for it to come crashing down into this. And to think that I've gone all this time letting this universe feel this same feeling … how could I let this continue? So I find myself signing a contract, forced to give myself a name for the first time, trapping myself in the poison that is an identity. But the cure needs a bit of the disease, doesn't it?
I know my ambitions are lofty, and that I have to start with something more manageable. So I bring myself to NextGen. And I immediately see the plague that has fallen on this establishment. All of these lost souls, stuck in their self-made prisons. They need me to show them the way. They don't know any other language but brute force. Luckily for them, I'm quite fluent, and I know just how to convince them of their errors. Only then may I assist them in their return to the void from which they came."
"Somebody help!"
"Do not fret for too long, EWC roster, for I have come to absolve you of all of your worldly burdens. Starting with this poor soul."
ZERO ends his transmission by picking up a metal pipe, a deafening wail of pain being cut off.
"Hello, world. If you're viewing this, it means I've been brought into Extreme Wrestling Corporation. Sometime soon, I will be in front of a crowd for the first time. I'm sure you, viewer, don't care. Before a few weeks ago, that would've been completely fine by me. I would've continued being my faceless, voiceless, and nameless self. You would've gone on to your life that you fully believe has meaning, and I wouldn't have corrected you. However, recently I had a revelation; this world has continued to stray away from the nothingness it came from, to fruitlessly grab anything it can call "meaningful". It cannibalizes itself in this pursuit, throwing its inhabitants to the wayside when they no longer serve its purposes. So too do its inhabitants follow suit, attaching their own internal peace to material belongings, inessential careers, and ungrateful families. None of them know the peace that I do. Should I be so selfish to keep this all to myself?"
ZERO is silent for a moment, as a car crash can be heard outside. He seems to ponder for a moment before continuing.
"It's the first time I've found something that eats at my peace. All these years of living unthinking, unwanting, only for it to come crashing down into this. And to think that I've gone all this time letting this universe feel this same feeling … how could I let this continue? So I find myself signing a contract, forced to give myself a name for the first time, trapping myself in the poison that is an identity. But the cure needs a bit of the disease, doesn't it?
I know my ambitions are lofty, and that I have to start with something more manageable. So I bring myself to NextGen. And I immediately see the plague that has fallen on this establishment. All of these lost souls, stuck in their self-made prisons. They need me to show them the way. They don't know any other language but brute force. Luckily for them, I'm quite fluent, and I know just how to convince them of their errors. Only then may I assist them in their return to the void from which they came."
"Somebody help!"
"Do not fret for too long, EWC roster, for I have come to absolve you of all of your worldly burdens. Starting with this poor soul."
ZERO ends his transmission by picking up a metal pipe, a deafening wail of pain being cut off.
