Post by Edgar_Whateley on Jan 26, 2017 17:55:03 GMT -5
A door. It's heavy, wooden, ornate, and it's all we can see right now, filling the screen.
A hand reaches out to push it open - assumedly the camera person's hand - and the door arcs open wide, smoothly and silently.
We now find ourselves inside a majestic old study. A massive bay window allows the evening's greying light to filter through, revealing the details of the room. A rug adorns the polished floorboards - well worn but indicating it's origins in some exotic land. On top of this rug, in front of the window, is a huge oaken desk. The camera pans around the walls, scaling the 15 foot book shelves covering every space, and as it pans back to the desk, it zooms in a little. The desk is covered in papers, leatherbound books, half melted candles, various writing implements including a laptop and tablet. In one corner there's a large glass jar - about 2 feet in diameter. A greenish/yellow liquid fills it to the brim.
As the camera's inquisitive eye settles on the jar, something moves within, and the underside of a thick tentacle presses against the glass, as if to say "no camera's please." The camera hastily jerks away, revealing the back of an ancient leather armchair, which is now turning slowly, resting as it's inhabitant comes to face the camera.
"Good evening" he grins, pushing hair back from his face and adjusting his glasses.
"My name is Edgar Whateley, the latest addition to the GCW.. *ahem*... family. It's come to my attention that my arrival and presence in the company has occured with very little fanfare. Although this suits me fine, personally, some of my... new associates have suggested that it would be "Good for Business"" - *he does the little quotey mark with his fingers* - "... if I were to provide some kind of introduction to myself."
He leans back on the chair, stretches, and then pulls himself back to the desk, hunching forward slightly.
"So, a little about me. While I would normally rather my actions speak louder than my words, there has been something I've been meaning to address. So this could be a blessing in disguise.
Marketing. It's an interesting thing, and of course very useful, even vital, in this business. So I think rather than drag you through the harrowing experiences of my life to this point, let me attempt to introduce myself by explaining a little of what I'm NOT going to do here in GCW."
He leans back again, spinning the chair back to face the window as he gazes towards the ever darkening sky. The camera quickly relocates to keep his face in frame.
"I won't be eating worms. There will be no black ooze. There will be no fireballs or lightning strikes from my hands. There will be no mysterious blood baths. If you see blood, when I'm in the ring - you'll know exactly where it came from.
There will be no fracturing of personalities - I am NOT BROKEN. Everything is as it should be within the structure of this body. As such, there will be no re-birth - be it via casket or some... magical body of water.
I was never hideously scarred as a child. I am not a dead man returned. I am not a cult leader - abusing the weak minded in order to stroke my ego. I most definitely do not intend to hide in the rafters and swoop down like some kind of foul pigeon."
Turning again, Edgar places his plams flat on the desk and speaks directly to the camera once more.
"There is a word thrown around a lot in discussions of Edgar Whateley. The word is magic. I can assure you - despite all things I've explained that WILL NOT BE... There will be magic. Magic in it's most raw... brutal... primal... form. The genetic memory of my ancestors will be presented in all it's eldritch glory and while you may flinch at first, soon you'll see the magic, wonderment and poetry of the violence I can create for you, dear viewers. Oh... dear.. dear viewers. You've never seen anything like Edgar Whateley before. I promise you this."
The screen fades to black as Edgar keeps his eyes locked on the camera.