jonney blazes
02-02-2005, 07:19 AM
The scene opens to rolling green hills and large open dales. The camera pans over the land, over stranded trees scattered across the wide open expense of grassy fields, they look out of place, the ever ending hedgerows however merge into the dales. The camera comes to halt at a wall. A wall that looks ruined. It is literally in ruins. It has been left ruined, half of what it was originally. There are bits of rock and brick scattered around the remenants of a once great wall. The wall itself is grey and covered by yellow and green moss and purple lichen, it's stone worn by acid rain and the cold North winds. It is definatly aged and well used, it's surface worn down by constant use. In fact it dates back to Roman days, many hundreds of years ago. It is Hadrians wall. A wall once used for the protection of the Romans against Northen rebellions.
The wall has been labourisly built, made up of layers of stone stuck with old age cement-Limestone mix. Stretching for 79 miles it is truly a feat of determination and hard work. Made only by human hands it must of been sweltering and exhausting work. No machines or modern equipment built this wall..Men built this wall. Hard work built this wall. It dips with the landscape up and down amongst the small hills. At some points along the wall you come to fortresses and keeps, eroded away to leave slab high outlines of the orginal rooms, jutting out of the ground. Now only a small remanant of the great camps and guard houses are left, what once housed legions of hardened Roman Soldiers, is now an ideal site for archeologists and Time team experts. Here they find much of normal Roman life, something that is hard to find in other places because it has been bulldozed and built upon. 6 years it took to build, over 2 thousand years it has lasted!
The wall is thick and was tall, it was hard and unforgiving. It went on an don, and it can be seen as far as the eye can see. Built to keep people out and people in. A sign of oppression and occupation. Now it is a sign of great architecture and of power and a vivid reminder of the once great Roman Empire that crumpled like dust like the wall itself. The wall is crumbling, like of all things of great age, like all ancient monuments. Tourists however still love to walk along the weathered cobbles and admire the wall as if it still stood tall and proud. Today there is hardly anyone on the wall, a few bright coloured tourists with maps walk the wall looking to the sky in fear of rain and wrap there waterproofs tight around themselves knowing all to well that English Weather is unpredictable and changes fast. One man wears black..A weird colour for a tourist..He has a long cloak and a hood and a white collar..The Orator!!! His hair flies back in the wind..and he looks to the grey cloudy skies..There is a sun but's it is hiddenm amongst colombu clouds..
He walks closer to the camera and speaks in a misty, far off voice as if predicting ones future..
The Orator "This wall long ago, was a barrier. A barrier to stop Britons from leaving and a buffer to stop the Picts from entering. The Picts were to the Romans a constant nuisance, they were rebellious and barbarious. Totally uncivilised people of the North who hated the Roman occupation and the whole invasion. They were the riff-raff, the pagans, the outcasts. They were the people who were not to be bribed by houses or gold, or put off by trained Roman troops. Like when Ceaser landed in England years before the opposition refused too give in to better troops, they were hostile and mad. Raved and incensed by the troops trying to conquer their homes and family. Like Boudicca and her warrior people, resisting Roman control at every turn, outmanuvering and out fighting the experienced Romans with ferocious fighting propelled by rage!! That was the Picts and the Scots and the Celts that had fled North..
Romes answer to such tiresome peoples? A giant wall built along the border of England and Scotland. A wall that none had seen ever before. Emporer Hadrian built a wall to keep the Picts out of his hard gained lands South of where they resided. This wall loomed over the Picts as a constant reminder of there failure and this cut them up. They tried to destroy the wlal, time and time again but stone is harder than flesh and can be harder to detroy then it is to build. Walls are harder to get through then Roman shields. Not only did they have the wall but garrisions and garrisions of well tarined, well armed infantry stationed at the fortresses along the walls and forces patrolling the length of the huge structure...
I am the wall and Wildthing is the Picts, forever beyond repelled against my strong foundations and hard exterior. I am a wall of God. I am a wall of faith and of control. I am like the well organised Roman soldier and the rest of you are angry disorganised mobs of Picts and Celts. You fear me because I am that constant reminder of God, the reminder that hell awaits those who rebel against rule. The Picts rebelled becaue they feared the control of the Roman empire, likewise you fear the control of God and rebl because of it.
I have earned my title, just like the Romans earned the rule of Southern England. I have had a constnat battle with Adam, he has been a thorn in my side the Boudicca of WCE. Now, a new challengers have aspired to his role in thinking you can defeat me! I will protect my title like the Romans protected there prize. I will buffer you away, sheild from you your goals and be the barrier against victory..
I think I have proved that rightoeus fury is the best kind of fury to have. You three seem to have anger, thats for sure, but it's unfounded and weak. Mine anger has been rooted in ground and earth for centuries, lain behind a barrier building up to a crecendo of anger and fury. The gates will open for a mere second at Titans but then it will be closed for the entire match and then we will see who will be the first to be hung, drawn and quatered. Like William Wallace who shouted for freedom for Scotlands cause I will allow you an easy death if you accept the Lord for your own and take his word into your hearts, otherwise you will die slowly at the hangmans noose, choking on your own vomit...
M ethe master of wrestling match's will hold onto my title a week longer. Like the wall that behind me stands I will last 2 thousand years proud and whole. I will take you up the stairs to the stage and into the hangmans noose, or into the block ready for the executioner to let his axe fall..I will be the redeemer of your souls and the anger that God has kept for a million years..Bewarned, I will fend off you barbarians and send your souls to hell!!
Hiw will, my will WILL be done at Gateway to the Gallows!!
<The scene fades out as The Orator lifts his arms in praise and falls to his kness upon the grass of a sloping hillside. He loooks to the sky and bows his head low...
The wall has been labourisly built, made up of layers of stone stuck with old age cement-Limestone mix. Stretching for 79 miles it is truly a feat of determination and hard work. Made only by human hands it must of been sweltering and exhausting work. No machines or modern equipment built this wall..Men built this wall. Hard work built this wall. It dips with the landscape up and down amongst the small hills. At some points along the wall you come to fortresses and keeps, eroded away to leave slab high outlines of the orginal rooms, jutting out of the ground. Now only a small remanant of the great camps and guard houses are left, what once housed legions of hardened Roman Soldiers, is now an ideal site for archeologists and Time team experts. Here they find much of normal Roman life, something that is hard to find in other places because it has been bulldozed and built upon. 6 years it took to build, over 2 thousand years it has lasted!
The wall is thick and was tall, it was hard and unforgiving. It went on an don, and it can be seen as far as the eye can see. Built to keep people out and people in. A sign of oppression and occupation. Now it is a sign of great architecture and of power and a vivid reminder of the once great Roman Empire that crumpled like dust like the wall itself. The wall is crumbling, like of all things of great age, like all ancient monuments. Tourists however still love to walk along the weathered cobbles and admire the wall as if it still stood tall and proud. Today there is hardly anyone on the wall, a few bright coloured tourists with maps walk the wall looking to the sky in fear of rain and wrap there waterproofs tight around themselves knowing all to well that English Weather is unpredictable and changes fast. One man wears black..A weird colour for a tourist..He has a long cloak and a hood and a white collar..The Orator!!! His hair flies back in the wind..and he looks to the grey cloudy skies..There is a sun but's it is hiddenm amongst colombu clouds..
He walks closer to the camera and speaks in a misty, far off voice as if predicting ones future..
The Orator "This wall long ago, was a barrier. A barrier to stop Britons from leaving and a buffer to stop the Picts from entering. The Picts were to the Romans a constant nuisance, they were rebellious and barbarious. Totally uncivilised people of the North who hated the Roman occupation and the whole invasion. They were the riff-raff, the pagans, the outcasts. They were the people who were not to be bribed by houses or gold, or put off by trained Roman troops. Like when Ceaser landed in England years before the opposition refused too give in to better troops, they were hostile and mad. Raved and incensed by the troops trying to conquer their homes and family. Like Boudicca and her warrior people, resisting Roman control at every turn, outmanuvering and out fighting the experienced Romans with ferocious fighting propelled by rage!! That was the Picts and the Scots and the Celts that had fled North..
Romes answer to such tiresome peoples? A giant wall built along the border of England and Scotland. A wall that none had seen ever before. Emporer Hadrian built a wall to keep the Picts out of his hard gained lands South of where they resided. This wall loomed over the Picts as a constant reminder of there failure and this cut them up. They tried to destroy the wlal, time and time again but stone is harder than flesh and can be harder to detroy then it is to build. Walls are harder to get through then Roman shields. Not only did they have the wall but garrisions and garrisions of well tarined, well armed infantry stationed at the fortresses along the walls and forces patrolling the length of the huge structure...
I am the wall and Wildthing is the Picts, forever beyond repelled against my strong foundations and hard exterior. I am a wall of God. I am a wall of faith and of control. I am like the well organised Roman soldier and the rest of you are angry disorganised mobs of Picts and Celts. You fear me because I am that constant reminder of God, the reminder that hell awaits those who rebel against rule. The Picts rebelled becaue they feared the control of the Roman empire, likewise you fear the control of God and rebl because of it.
I have earned my title, just like the Romans earned the rule of Southern England. I have had a constnat battle with Adam, he has been a thorn in my side the Boudicca of WCE. Now, a new challengers have aspired to his role in thinking you can defeat me! I will protect my title like the Romans protected there prize. I will buffer you away, sheild from you your goals and be the barrier against victory..
I think I have proved that rightoeus fury is the best kind of fury to have. You three seem to have anger, thats for sure, but it's unfounded and weak. Mine anger has been rooted in ground and earth for centuries, lain behind a barrier building up to a crecendo of anger and fury. The gates will open for a mere second at Titans but then it will be closed for the entire match and then we will see who will be the first to be hung, drawn and quatered. Like William Wallace who shouted for freedom for Scotlands cause I will allow you an easy death if you accept the Lord for your own and take his word into your hearts, otherwise you will die slowly at the hangmans noose, choking on your own vomit...
M ethe master of wrestling match's will hold onto my title a week longer. Like the wall that behind me stands I will last 2 thousand years proud and whole. I will take you up the stairs to the stage and into the hangmans noose, or into the block ready for the executioner to let his axe fall..I will be the redeemer of your souls and the anger that God has kept for a million years..Bewarned, I will fend off you barbarians and send your souls to hell!!
Hiw will, my will WILL be done at Gateway to the Gallows!!
<The scene fades out as The Orator lifts his arms in praise and falls to his kness upon the grass of a sloping hillside. He loooks to the sky and bows his head low...