Post by Zenki on Mar 8, 2019 23:46:14 GMT -5
Oh the darkness that has befallen our once great federation. How you lowly peasants must be suffering under the dark shadow that has befallen us. Our mighty Lord Zenki. The great champion of Japan stripped of his championship by the unworthy girth of a “God-Beast”. What terror awaits us at the end of this story, what horrors await the rest of MAX’s maiden voyage around the world. How the Zealots mourn, oh how was the world not flooded into an oceanic oblivion.
Hold your tears brothers! Push your fears back and overcome this dark shadow for there is still light in this world. Thought things my seem dark and bleak there is no truer statement then that of things look darkest before there comes light.
Deep within the belly of the steel beast known as a ship. Under all the work stations and storage spaces. Past the tight quarters where all shipmates rest their heads. Lies the engine room, the closest thing to the pit of hell one can find upon the open seas. Outside of the hatch stand sweat stained Zealots who allow the cameras to pass, and into the steam filled depths to we march. Condensation dances across the lens of the camera as steel bashing against steel echoes within the chambers. Slowly in the distance we can make out the form of two individuals.
“Welcome Zealots, Children of the Mighty Zenki and trainees of the Demon Brigade. We may have lost a battle, but we have still won the war. No one truly can contest the awesome power of the Demon Child. Thought bested in battle, our Lord remains vigilante, is message still true.”
Coming closer we find Chiaki’s garb as matter as her hair. The steam and heat ravaging and unflattering her form. But near her rested against the bulk head was our master, chained from neck to ankle in a steel cocoon. His hair mats his face, sweat pouring from his head like rain.
“No one felt the defeat more than our Lord. So here he lies, chained by his own grief to may penance for failing his Zealots. But he does not do so to cry and whimper like a beaten dog. It is through pain that we learn discipline and our Lord sees the value of self-improving, over the mastery of one’s self.”
Chiaki wipes sweat from her brow.
“MAX’s Champion is still native to the Isle of Japan, though he may not be the prodigal son it was looking for. The dirty Gaijin still stand fair down on the totem pole to even attempt to corrupt the ultimate prize ever again. Lord Zenki will again ascend to the top of the mountain to claim what is rightfully his once again. But to do so he will need the aid of his comrades, his Zealots, his Demon Brigade.”
Chiaki stretches her arms at her sides.
“Thought he may be suffering in the underbelly of his own personal hell our Lord will step off of this boat and back into the ring with the help of his top Lieutenants, Grim and Zombie, to beings who have chosen the right side back in the War for Japan. The conquest of many nations begins with these two men and on this tour, it will be proven that no one country can hold and contain the true might of Japan’s fighting Lords. The ring will be soaked far worse than this room, pain will drip from their opponent’s as their life force is harvested to fuel the Demon Brigade’s Imperial dream.”
Chiaki smiles as the chains upon Zenki begin to rustle as he fidgets around.
“This is the Age in which the message of Zenki will reach more than just the hearts of those outside of Japan. Though not made Brother Zealots these ‘troops’ will be made into valuable fighting men for the cause. As man after man falls, Zenki will offer them the chance to learn to pick themselves up onto their feet once again, just as he will. Zenki is a man who leads from the front like a great war general.”
Behind her Zenki has managed to stand onto his feet, she begins to step back until shoulder to shoulder with him.
“Lord Zenki will allow Mushi to bask in the spotlight for the time being. But Zenki will return to see if lightning will strike twice, or will it merely leave those in our Lords wake dead it his wake.”
Hold your tears brothers! Push your fears back and overcome this dark shadow for there is still light in this world. Thought things my seem dark and bleak there is no truer statement then that of things look darkest before there comes light.
Deep within the belly of the steel beast known as a ship. Under all the work stations and storage spaces. Past the tight quarters where all shipmates rest their heads. Lies the engine room, the closest thing to the pit of hell one can find upon the open seas. Outside of the hatch stand sweat stained Zealots who allow the cameras to pass, and into the steam filled depths to we march. Condensation dances across the lens of the camera as steel bashing against steel echoes within the chambers. Slowly in the distance we can make out the form of two individuals.
“Welcome Zealots, Children of the Mighty Zenki and trainees of the Demon Brigade. We may have lost a battle, but we have still won the war. No one truly can contest the awesome power of the Demon Child. Thought bested in battle, our Lord remains vigilante, is message still true.”
Coming closer we find Chiaki’s garb as matter as her hair. The steam and heat ravaging and unflattering her form. But near her rested against the bulk head was our master, chained from neck to ankle in a steel cocoon. His hair mats his face, sweat pouring from his head like rain.
“No one felt the defeat more than our Lord. So here he lies, chained by his own grief to may penance for failing his Zealots. But he does not do so to cry and whimper like a beaten dog. It is through pain that we learn discipline and our Lord sees the value of self-improving, over the mastery of one’s self.”
Chiaki wipes sweat from her brow.
“MAX’s Champion is still native to the Isle of Japan, though he may not be the prodigal son it was looking for. The dirty Gaijin still stand fair down on the totem pole to even attempt to corrupt the ultimate prize ever again. Lord Zenki will again ascend to the top of the mountain to claim what is rightfully his once again. But to do so he will need the aid of his comrades, his Zealots, his Demon Brigade.”
Chiaki stretches her arms at her sides.
“Thought he may be suffering in the underbelly of his own personal hell our Lord will step off of this boat and back into the ring with the help of his top Lieutenants, Grim and Zombie, to beings who have chosen the right side back in the War for Japan. The conquest of many nations begins with these two men and on this tour, it will be proven that no one country can hold and contain the true might of Japan’s fighting Lords. The ring will be soaked far worse than this room, pain will drip from their opponent’s as their life force is harvested to fuel the Demon Brigade’s Imperial dream.”
Chiaki smiles as the chains upon Zenki begin to rustle as he fidgets around.
“This is the Age in which the message of Zenki will reach more than just the hearts of those outside of Japan. Though not made Brother Zealots these ‘troops’ will be made into valuable fighting men for the cause. As man after man falls, Zenki will offer them the chance to learn to pick themselves up onto their feet once again, just as he will. Zenki is a man who leads from the front like a great war general.”
Behind her Zenki has managed to stand onto his feet, she begins to step back until shoulder to shoulder with him.
“Lord Zenki will allow Mushi to bask in the spotlight for the time being. But Zenki will return to see if lightning will strike twice, or will it merely leave those in our Lords wake dead it his wake.”