Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2022 13:23:23 GMT
Face to Face (offcam)
The day that he had awaited for months was closing in. The final battle between the Machine and the Raven was set. With APWO’s Absolution drawing near, Supreme Machine found himself falling deep into thought. The past few weeks had been a flurry of activity and action. The fall of the iceman had released him from the yoke of a watchful eye… and the addition of his new disciples had given him a new purpose. The warehouse he had claimed as his domain after being forced to flee from the Rivers Residence after Tom thwarted his attack on Jenny had become a nexus of activity. From the first two recruits who submitted themselves to his rule and teaching, the numbers had swelled to beyond a dozen in a short time. Turns out his message of Might Makes Right struck a chord with the less-fortunate that inhabited that particular part of the city.
Yet, with his power base slowly growing and his new purpose expanding… SuMa still had a problem. One he couldn’t solve with violence or intimidation. Tom. He had stepped out of line when he had stopped SuMa from forcing Jenny to pay for her insolence… and SuMa had a nagging worry that when it came time to end the Raven… Tom might step in, once more. Over the years SuMa had learned that Tom had only a few moments where he could wrest control. When Jenniter was concerned, as the emotional rush and brotherly instinct was enough to overpower the monster's will… and when the monster was exhausted.
And SuMa was smart enough to know that even if he should triumph against the Raven… it would take everything he has in the tank. The Raven was the mightiest of his foes, the one who had managed to best him in his own game. No tranquilizers. No rules restricting action. The Raven, Matt Knox, had beaten Supreme Machine in his own comfort zone. The monster’s ball at Uprising. And because of that… SuMa was well aware that even getting the Raven to a position where he could be buried would drain him completely… and the last thing he needed was Tom pushing through and interfering on a crucial moment out of some misguided sense of kinship with the Raven.
They were cousins. That much was true. But the Raven was everything SuMa was not. He was also everything Tom was not. But Tom knew that the Raven was the man who could best SuMa. So protecting him might give Tom enough power to momentarily take control and allow the Raven to push SuMa off his pedestal and win. And that is something the masked monster could not allow. So he sat in the corner of a darkened room on the basement floor of the Warehouse, having instructed his disciples that he was not to be disturbed. Because he was going to have a heart-to-heart with his other half. A talk that had been coming for a long time. So in the complete silence and complete darkness of the basement, SuMa looked inward. A trick he had learned after Queenie told him about it. He closed his eyes and drifted deeper into his own psyche.
When he opened his eyes he was no longer in the dark basement. Instead he stood in what seemed like an alleyway, lit only by pale streetlights, barely casting any light into it. Getting his bearings, SuMa moved forward and turned a corner, stopping at the sight what he was witnessing.
What he saw was Thomas Rivers. Or how he used to be 15 years ago. Chained to a wall with large cast-iron shackles attached to his neck, like a dog chained to a tree. SuMa took a moment to look him up and down, feeling slight discomfort at the uncanny resemblance the man held to him. Yet, despite their similarities in size and build, they couldn’t be more different. Thomas’ skin was pristine, not a scar in sight. His face unmarred by the glasgow grin that was SuMa’s defining feature. His long black locks are curly and shiny instead of greasy and flat. But the most striking difference was in the eyes. Instead of the cold, dead stare that SuMa saw whenever he looked on a reflective surface, Thomas’ eyes were bright, full of life. Even in his chained state Tom was far from defeated. The silence between the two stretched as they stared at each other, until Tom was the one who broke it. “This is new.” His voice was calm, yet he was clearly on edge. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Or well..” he gave an ironic chuckle. “Didn’t think I’d see you period.”
“This requires a face to face, weakling.” SuMa snarled at him. Just looking at Tom made him irritated. In his mind he could be SO much more without the baggage that Tom provided. Without the constant battle of wills within, he could be free to do so much more. Yet… he knew that one couldn’t exist without the other. “We are going to end the Raven. And you better stay out of it.” SuMa went right to business. He didn’t feel like dallying.
Tom glanced up at SuMa, a tired smile on his face. “I know. I see and hear what you see and hear you know?” His voice was filled with resignation. “I won’t interfere. Because I know that it has to end. One way or the other. This war with Knox has taken too much from both of you. Both of us. I’ll be a good boy and stay in my chains” he rattled the chain attached to his neck. “Not like I have much choice. And if they weaken enough… you’ve already won.” That statement came with a deep sigh.
SuMa stared at Tom, looking for any signs of deception. Part of him knew such acts weren’t in Tom’s character, but as he was someone who had no bones about telling someone exactly what they wanted to hear to mislead them and to set them up for an attack later, he had difficult time taking Tom’s words at face value. But he found no signs of deception, felt no emotions to that effect. So he turned around. “Good. That is all we wanted to hear.” he growled over his shoulder and began to walk away.
“Wait.” Tom shouted behind him, causing him to stop mid-stride and turn to face him again. Tom looked up at him with a look that had a sense of wonder to it. “The kids. Your… disciples. You’re doing good.” He said, approving warmth to his voice.
That struck SuMa like a whip. Suddenly he got extremely suspicious of Tom. “What do you mean? We are making them just like us… Most of them will become just as great as we are… and they will be doing our bidding.” He walked right up to Tom and grabbed his face, lifting it up to stare him in the eyes. “You should hate it.”
Not revealing the discomfort of SuMa’s rough hold, Tom tried to shrug. “I should. Yeah. But those people. Meeting you is an improvement to them. You saved them from a miserable existence.”
Again SuMa looked for signs of deception, but Tom did seem genuine. So he let him go and turned around to walk away. “Not like we need your approval… but we assume that means you won’t interfere on that either. Good.”
As SuMa turned the corner and Tom felt him leaving the headspace that had taken physical shape for them… He hung his head, adjusting the uncomfortable shackle. “And eventually one of them will see you for what you are… a monster… and end you.” He muttered to himself. It was a faint hope for Tom. But it was hope. And that had been in short supply for a long time. He knew that he no longer could take out the monster completely. Protecting Jenny had weakened him to the point of nearly vanishing himself. But Tom saw the people that flocked to SuMa. Saw the potential in them. And knew that the ideology the monster was preaching would inevitably lead to a moment when the student tries to become the teacher…
And that would be the end of Supreme Machine. And the salvation of Thomas Rivers.
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The Final Battle (oncam)
The view opens up to show Supreme Machine standing in a setting he so often does, in a darkened room with a single pale spotlight illuminating him. He stands relaxed, his hands hanging to his side, dressed in his usual fare, black worn out jeans, torso bare and a leather mask covering his face. Yet, there is something amiss in the room, something in its atmosphere that differs from the usual.
“June 12th. 2021. In Reno, Nevada. A war was fought. A war that changed both men forever. Do you remember that night Raven? How you did everything in your power to put us down… And we kept getting up. Jumped us. You stabbed us. You set us on fire. And even then, after throwing everything at your disposal at us… you still had to risk your own life and limb to beat us… You had to drag us down from the roof of the building with your own body to finally keep us down for the three count. We remember that night. We remember it in vivid detail. Do you?”
He asks that with a slight amused edge to his voice. It is obvious that he is enjoying recounting the tale, despite it ending in his defeat. A sign that he is playing a longer game, one that is not yet apparent.
“That night changed a lot Raven. It changed you in ways you’ve probably not even fully understood. It gave you a shot of credibility… yet it made you reckless. Ever since then Raven, you’ve spent all your time throwing yourself against any monster you can find. Any war where the odds are against you, you have welcomed. And in the process… while you acted like the hero that the world deserves… you’ve lost more than you ever had. Your own children despise you. Hope aligned with your sworn enemy to spite you. Victoria wants nothing to do with you. Ivy will be struggling with the taint your blood left on her and in time she too will come to curse your name. And the two unborn ones will carry the greatest of your sins. One unwanted, cast aside, left for the Janitor to take care of. The other, a pawn in a game beyond your knowledge, growing in a woman who charmed you with a bright smile… wrapping you around her finger. We saw her true colors when we visited her. You still haven’t.”
SuMa lets out a low chuckle and stretches a bit, the scarred skin on his torso going taut and emphasizing the impressive musculature beneath. He then cracks his neck and smiles to the camera, his mangled lips spreading into a grotesque grin beneath his mask, barely visible.
“And to top it all off… Everyone who shares your blood shares ours as well. Every child of yours has the potential to become US. That is your greatest failing Raven. In your hubris you have allowed us to win. The battles have been yours… but the war Raven? That is already ours. Long after we have left this mortal realm, both of us… our legacy will grow and flourish. In your offspring… and in our disciples.”
As he says that, more spotlights activate, and behind SuMa you can see multiple people, each wearing a jacket very much alike the one SuMa dons whenever he goes out and about. But that is not the most striking detail about them, no. That would be the fact that each has a scar on their right cheek, very much akin the ones SuMa left on Marika Knox, and the young Aimi during his visit to the Knox house. And on top of all that… they all gaze at the masked monster with unbridled reverence.
“Yes… we are no longer alone Raven. Our ways have grown attractive to those that your kind shun. The broken and the downtrodden. They seek comfort in our strength and in our ideology. You’ve lost there as well Raven. You wanted to prevent our influence from growing… You separated us from Bane in an attempt to quell us… yet that gave us the means to spread even further. You overlooked us too long, Raven. And because of that… you allowed our influence to fester and multiply. We have found the ones who will carry our name into the future… While you are alone. Even when you are with the demure Marika… you are alone. Even when you spent time with your baby… you are alone. Because you carry sins beyond their comprehension. And because you are blind to the truth that lies right in front of you. We have no such worry…”
A young girl and boy, in their late teens walk up to SuMa and the monster places a hand on each of their shoulders in an almost affectionate manner. The two stand out from the rest of the crowd by having two scars, one on each cheek. Both stand confidently and stare at the camera with an unflinching gaze, and the eyes of both share the cold menace of SuMa’s.
“Your hubris has left nothing but destruction at its wake Raven. You’ve lost all that you had. In PWV. in TPW. You’ve lost the title you held dearer than anything. You lost the woman you lusted after. You lost the influence you once had. Your own students gravitating towards the sole voice of reason in your circle. And at Absolution Raven? You will lose the final battle. At Absolution, we will bury you. We will take the front you have carefully crafted and propagated and we will tear it apart little by little. Until there is nothing more left than the very essence of Matthew Knox. We will rip away the mask of sanity you carry around Raven, and we will expose you to the entire world as the fraud you are. You have shown yourself to be the hero the world wants Raven… but we? We are the hero the world needs. With us there is no deception. No smoke and mirrors. We are true to who we are and we are not afraid to show it. We see no point in hiding behind an image. We are… True.”
The two teenagers in front of SuMa take a step forward and kneel infront of him, an act followed by everyone standing behind him.
“And that is why we are so magnetic to those who have been wronged. These people have spent their lives being lied to by the rich and the powerful. The ones pretending to be the heroes of the people. Just like you Raven. You are no better than the leeches who sit in their ivory towers and look down upon the unwashed masses, content in their plenty while they have none. You see yourself as a teacher and as a rolemodel… when in reality you are nothing more than a rich kid rebelling against his parents… and who never grew out of that phase. We are not your brother Raven. We are worse. We are not Kazoka. We are worse. We do not strike from the shadows. We charge up front. And at Absolution we will put you down for good. This is the end Raven. The end of the facade. The end of you. The END of Matthew Knox.”
He signals to the crowd that gathered around him to disperse, and after a few moments he is left alone in the view.
“It is just you and us Raven. Man to man. Not for gold. Not for glory. Not for fame and not for honor. But for survival. We cannot exist in the same world Raven. Not as long as there are unresolved matters. At Absolution one must fall. One must pay the ultimate price. One of us… must concede. And it will not be us. We are driven by purpose. By genetic superiority… and by physical supremacy. You… are driven by a selfish need for recognition, the need to distract yourself from the piece of shit you have become Raven. A desperate desire to be the hero… when in reality you are the villain. Because villains who twirls their mustache are easy to spot… but ones who cloak themselves with good intentions are much harder to discover. And those are the most destructive. We will destroy you Raven. Not just because we want to or because we can. But because we must. For the sake of everyone who looks up to you. Everyone who relies on you and cares of you. We will destroy you to save them… from you. So that in the end when the facade cracks and the true face of evil that you are comes to light… healing can begin.”
SuMa throws his arms to his side into a crucifix-pose and proclaim with a booming voice.
“We are Supreme Machine. We are unstoppable. We are immovable. We are… The salvation of the broken. And at Absolution… we will close this chapter of our life and send the Raven where he belongs…”
He locks his eyes to the camera as the view zooms right in, showing only his face as he whispers the last few words before the view fades to black.
“Six. Feet. Under…”
The day that he had awaited for months was closing in. The final battle between the Machine and the Raven was set. With APWO’s Absolution drawing near, Supreme Machine found himself falling deep into thought. The past few weeks had been a flurry of activity and action. The fall of the iceman had released him from the yoke of a watchful eye… and the addition of his new disciples had given him a new purpose. The warehouse he had claimed as his domain after being forced to flee from the Rivers Residence after Tom thwarted his attack on Jenny had become a nexus of activity. From the first two recruits who submitted themselves to his rule and teaching, the numbers had swelled to beyond a dozen in a short time. Turns out his message of Might Makes Right struck a chord with the less-fortunate that inhabited that particular part of the city.
Yet, with his power base slowly growing and his new purpose expanding… SuMa still had a problem. One he couldn’t solve with violence or intimidation. Tom. He had stepped out of line when he had stopped SuMa from forcing Jenny to pay for her insolence… and SuMa had a nagging worry that when it came time to end the Raven… Tom might step in, once more. Over the years SuMa had learned that Tom had only a few moments where he could wrest control. When Jenniter was concerned, as the emotional rush and brotherly instinct was enough to overpower the monster's will… and when the monster was exhausted.
And SuMa was smart enough to know that even if he should triumph against the Raven… it would take everything he has in the tank. The Raven was the mightiest of his foes, the one who had managed to best him in his own game. No tranquilizers. No rules restricting action. The Raven, Matt Knox, had beaten Supreme Machine in his own comfort zone. The monster’s ball at Uprising. And because of that… SuMa was well aware that even getting the Raven to a position where he could be buried would drain him completely… and the last thing he needed was Tom pushing through and interfering on a crucial moment out of some misguided sense of kinship with the Raven.
They were cousins. That much was true. But the Raven was everything SuMa was not. He was also everything Tom was not. But Tom knew that the Raven was the man who could best SuMa. So protecting him might give Tom enough power to momentarily take control and allow the Raven to push SuMa off his pedestal and win. And that is something the masked monster could not allow. So he sat in the corner of a darkened room on the basement floor of the Warehouse, having instructed his disciples that he was not to be disturbed. Because he was going to have a heart-to-heart with his other half. A talk that had been coming for a long time. So in the complete silence and complete darkness of the basement, SuMa looked inward. A trick he had learned after Queenie told him about it. He closed his eyes and drifted deeper into his own psyche.
When he opened his eyes he was no longer in the dark basement. Instead he stood in what seemed like an alleyway, lit only by pale streetlights, barely casting any light into it. Getting his bearings, SuMa moved forward and turned a corner, stopping at the sight what he was witnessing.
What he saw was Thomas Rivers. Or how he used to be 15 years ago. Chained to a wall with large cast-iron shackles attached to his neck, like a dog chained to a tree. SuMa took a moment to look him up and down, feeling slight discomfort at the uncanny resemblance the man held to him. Yet, despite their similarities in size and build, they couldn’t be more different. Thomas’ skin was pristine, not a scar in sight. His face unmarred by the glasgow grin that was SuMa’s defining feature. His long black locks are curly and shiny instead of greasy and flat. But the most striking difference was in the eyes. Instead of the cold, dead stare that SuMa saw whenever he looked on a reflective surface, Thomas’ eyes were bright, full of life. Even in his chained state Tom was far from defeated. The silence between the two stretched as they stared at each other, until Tom was the one who broke it. “This is new.” His voice was calm, yet he was clearly on edge. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Or well..” he gave an ironic chuckle. “Didn’t think I’d see you period.”
“This requires a face to face, weakling.” SuMa snarled at him. Just looking at Tom made him irritated. In his mind he could be SO much more without the baggage that Tom provided. Without the constant battle of wills within, he could be free to do so much more. Yet… he knew that one couldn’t exist without the other. “We are going to end the Raven. And you better stay out of it.” SuMa went right to business. He didn’t feel like dallying.
Tom glanced up at SuMa, a tired smile on his face. “I know. I see and hear what you see and hear you know?” His voice was filled with resignation. “I won’t interfere. Because I know that it has to end. One way or the other. This war with Knox has taken too much from both of you. Both of us. I’ll be a good boy and stay in my chains” he rattled the chain attached to his neck. “Not like I have much choice. And if they weaken enough… you’ve already won.” That statement came with a deep sigh.
SuMa stared at Tom, looking for any signs of deception. Part of him knew such acts weren’t in Tom’s character, but as he was someone who had no bones about telling someone exactly what they wanted to hear to mislead them and to set them up for an attack later, he had difficult time taking Tom’s words at face value. But he found no signs of deception, felt no emotions to that effect. So he turned around. “Good. That is all we wanted to hear.” he growled over his shoulder and began to walk away.
“Wait.” Tom shouted behind him, causing him to stop mid-stride and turn to face him again. Tom looked up at him with a look that had a sense of wonder to it. “The kids. Your… disciples. You’re doing good.” He said, approving warmth to his voice.
That struck SuMa like a whip. Suddenly he got extremely suspicious of Tom. “What do you mean? We are making them just like us… Most of them will become just as great as we are… and they will be doing our bidding.” He walked right up to Tom and grabbed his face, lifting it up to stare him in the eyes. “You should hate it.”
Not revealing the discomfort of SuMa’s rough hold, Tom tried to shrug. “I should. Yeah. But those people. Meeting you is an improvement to them. You saved them from a miserable existence.”
Again SuMa looked for signs of deception, but Tom did seem genuine. So he let him go and turned around to walk away. “Not like we need your approval… but we assume that means you won’t interfere on that either. Good.”
As SuMa turned the corner and Tom felt him leaving the headspace that had taken physical shape for them… He hung his head, adjusting the uncomfortable shackle. “And eventually one of them will see you for what you are… a monster… and end you.” He muttered to himself. It was a faint hope for Tom. But it was hope. And that had been in short supply for a long time. He knew that he no longer could take out the monster completely. Protecting Jenny had weakened him to the point of nearly vanishing himself. But Tom saw the people that flocked to SuMa. Saw the potential in them. And knew that the ideology the monster was preaching would inevitably lead to a moment when the student tries to become the teacher…
And that would be the end of Supreme Machine. And the salvation of Thomas Rivers.
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The Final Battle (oncam)
The view opens up to show Supreme Machine standing in a setting he so often does, in a darkened room with a single pale spotlight illuminating him. He stands relaxed, his hands hanging to his side, dressed in his usual fare, black worn out jeans, torso bare and a leather mask covering his face. Yet, there is something amiss in the room, something in its atmosphere that differs from the usual.
“June 12th. 2021. In Reno, Nevada. A war was fought. A war that changed both men forever. Do you remember that night Raven? How you did everything in your power to put us down… And we kept getting up. Jumped us. You stabbed us. You set us on fire. And even then, after throwing everything at your disposal at us… you still had to risk your own life and limb to beat us… You had to drag us down from the roof of the building with your own body to finally keep us down for the three count. We remember that night. We remember it in vivid detail. Do you?”
He asks that with a slight amused edge to his voice. It is obvious that he is enjoying recounting the tale, despite it ending in his defeat. A sign that he is playing a longer game, one that is not yet apparent.
“That night changed a lot Raven. It changed you in ways you’ve probably not even fully understood. It gave you a shot of credibility… yet it made you reckless. Ever since then Raven, you’ve spent all your time throwing yourself against any monster you can find. Any war where the odds are against you, you have welcomed. And in the process… while you acted like the hero that the world deserves… you’ve lost more than you ever had. Your own children despise you. Hope aligned with your sworn enemy to spite you. Victoria wants nothing to do with you. Ivy will be struggling with the taint your blood left on her and in time she too will come to curse your name. And the two unborn ones will carry the greatest of your sins. One unwanted, cast aside, left for the Janitor to take care of. The other, a pawn in a game beyond your knowledge, growing in a woman who charmed you with a bright smile… wrapping you around her finger. We saw her true colors when we visited her. You still haven’t.”
SuMa lets out a low chuckle and stretches a bit, the scarred skin on his torso going taut and emphasizing the impressive musculature beneath. He then cracks his neck and smiles to the camera, his mangled lips spreading into a grotesque grin beneath his mask, barely visible.
“And to top it all off… Everyone who shares your blood shares ours as well. Every child of yours has the potential to become US. That is your greatest failing Raven. In your hubris you have allowed us to win. The battles have been yours… but the war Raven? That is already ours. Long after we have left this mortal realm, both of us… our legacy will grow and flourish. In your offspring… and in our disciples.”
As he says that, more spotlights activate, and behind SuMa you can see multiple people, each wearing a jacket very much alike the one SuMa dons whenever he goes out and about. But that is not the most striking detail about them, no. That would be the fact that each has a scar on their right cheek, very much akin the ones SuMa left on Marika Knox, and the young Aimi during his visit to the Knox house. And on top of all that… they all gaze at the masked monster with unbridled reverence.
“Yes… we are no longer alone Raven. Our ways have grown attractive to those that your kind shun. The broken and the downtrodden. They seek comfort in our strength and in our ideology. You’ve lost there as well Raven. You wanted to prevent our influence from growing… You separated us from Bane in an attempt to quell us… yet that gave us the means to spread even further. You overlooked us too long, Raven. And because of that… you allowed our influence to fester and multiply. We have found the ones who will carry our name into the future… While you are alone. Even when you are with the demure Marika… you are alone. Even when you spent time with your baby… you are alone. Because you carry sins beyond their comprehension. And because you are blind to the truth that lies right in front of you. We have no such worry…”
A young girl and boy, in their late teens walk up to SuMa and the monster places a hand on each of their shoulders in an almost affectionate manner. The two stand out from the rest of the crowd by having two scars, one on each cheek. Both stand confidently and stare at the camera with an unflinching gaze, and the eyes of both share the cold menace of SuMa’s.
“Your hubris has left nothing but destruction at its wake Raven. You’ve lost all that you had. In PWV. in TPW. You’ve lost the title you held dearer than anything. You lost the woman you lusted after. You lost the influence you once had. Your own students gravitating towards the sole voice of reason in your circle. And at Absolution Raven? You will lose the final battle. At Absolution, we will bury you. We will take the front you have carefully crafted and propagated and we will tear it apart little by little. Until there is nothing more left than the very essence of Matthew Knox. We will rip away the mask of sanity you carry around Raven, and we will expose you to the entire world as the fraud you are. You have shown yourself to be the hero the world wants Raven… but we? We are the hero the world needs. With us there is no deception. No smoke and mirrors. We are true to who we are and we are not afraid to show it. We see no point in hiding behind an image. We are… True.”
The two teenagers in front of SuMa take a step forward and kneel infront of him, an act followed by everyone standing behind him.
“And that is why we are so magnetic to those who have been wronged. These people have spent their lives being lied to by the rich and the powerful. The ones pretending to be the heroes of the people. Just like you Raven. You are no better than the leeches who sit in their ivory towers and look down upon the unwashed masses, content in their plenty while they have none. You see yourself as a teacher and as a rolemodel… when in reality you are nothing more than a rich kid rebelling against his parents… and who never grew out of that phase. We are not your brother Raven. We are worse. We are not Kazoka. We are worse. We do not strike from the shadows. We charge up front. And at Absolution we will put you down for good. This is the end Raven. The end of the facade. The end of you. The END of Matthew Knox.”
He signals to the crowd that gathered around him to disperse, and after a few moments he is left alone in the view.
“It is just you and us Raven. Man to man. Not for gold. Not for glory. Not for fame and not for honor. But for survival. We cannot exist in the same world Raven. Not as long as there are unresolved matters. At Absolution one must fall. One must pay the ultimate price. One of us… must concede. And it will not be us. We are driven by purpose. By genetic superiority… and by physical supremacy. You… are driven by a selfish need for recognition, the need to distract yourself from the piece of shit you have become Raven. A desperate desire to be the hero… when in reality you are the villain. Because villains who twirls their mustache are easy to spot… but ones who cloak themselves with good intentions are much harder to discover. And those are the most destructive. We will destroy you Raven. Not just because we want to or because we can. But because we must. For the sake of everyone who looks up to you. Everyone who relies on you and cares of you. We will destroy you to save them… from you. So that in the end when the facade cracks and the true face of evil that you are comes to light… healing can begin.”
SuMa throws his arms to his side into a crucifix-pose and proclaim with a booming voice.
“We are Supreme Machine. We are unstoppable. We are immovable. We are… The salvation of the broken. And at Absolution… we will close this chapter of our life and send the Raven where he belongs…”
He locks his eyes to the camera as the view zooms right in, showing only his face as he whispers the last few words before the view fades to black.
“Six. Feet. Under…”