Post by samael on Dec 21, 2011 5:12:22 GMT -5
It was an afternoon like any other in Satan City. People went about their daily lives, listening to radios and watching televisions and distracting themselves from their misery in any way they could. Samael, however, was putting step one into motion. He'd been in touch with a few media executives, and after calling in a few very special favors, had managed to get a very specific message scheduled to air citywide. At the stroke of 1 pm (13:00 in military time), radio stations and television stations and streaming websites all came to a brief halt, and all began to broadcast Samael's face and/or voice. The broadcast was thus:
"Afternoon, Satanists. I'm interrupting your lives to try and get in touch with a very special few. As you all know, Central City was ruined by one very special creature - a monstrosity to hear the rumors. It's also said by some that the only reason anyone survived the incident is because there were a brave few that intervened.
Those are NOT the ones I'm trying to contact. No, rather I'd like to address the opposite. I'd like to talk to those of you who would have liked to back the monster up against the heroes. Those of you who would have liked to destroy the city yourselves, but didn't for one reason or another. I'm talking to the maniacs, the sociopaths, and the overall bastards. The villains. The monsters.
My name is Sam. I have a proposition for you. The heroes are gathering, why shouldn't we? If you're interested, go to any crossroads in the ruins of Central City. I hope to see you all very soon."
Samael grinned as the televisions across the city returned to the regularly scheduled programming - he'd been watching the televisions in an electronics store window from across the street. He slipped on his sunglasses and walked into the nearest intersection - a neatly angled crossroads - and promptly vanished. He had a meeting in Central City.
"Afternoon, Satanists. I'm interrupting your lives to try and get in touch with a very special few. As you all know, Central City was ruined by one very special creature - a monstrosity to hear the rumors. It's also said by some that the only reason anyone survived the incident is because there were a brave few that intervened.
Those are NOT the ones I'm trying to contact. No, rather I'd like to address the opposite. I'd like to talk to those of you who would have liked to back the monster up against the heroes. Those of you who would have liked to destroy the city yourselves, but didn't for one reason or another. I'm talking to the maniacs, the sociopaths, and the overall bastards. The villains. The monsters.
My name is Sam. I have a proposition for you. The heroes are gathering, why shouldn't we? If you're interested, go to any crossroads in the ruins of Central City. I hope to see you all very soon."
Samael grinned as the televisions across the city returned to the regularly scheduled programming - he'd been watching the televisions in an electronics store window from across the street. He slipped on his sunglasses and walked into the nearest intersection - a neatly angled crossroads - and promptly vanished. He had a meeting in Central City.