Post by Kasabian Stalker on Jan 27, 2015 21:11:29 GMT -4
December 31st, 2014 - 11.57pm
Kasabian sits alone, party hat atop his shimmering bald head and decorations all around. The EVPW backdrop that adorns the wall behind him lies tattered and broken; the V has long since fallen from the wall and a thick film of dust had gathered around the remaining letters. Still, Kasabian sits, quietly blowing on the party hooter placed in between his lips like a cigarette. A low, sad hum emanates from the end of the hooter to sound the most depressing New Year's party in history.
The large backstage hall that Kasabian had decorated himself for the party seems somewhat over the top now, on account of nobody else showing up to his party. He simply sits and watches as the seconds tick by. As he does so, his eyes begin to moisten and he laments to himself.
"Well... I guess I am the only one left," he mutters with a sigh. "One moment, EVP-Dubbulyah was trucking along nicely. Kasabian Stalker was looking forward to regaining the Championship and all was right with the world. Then, in a poof, everything was gone again. The lights were turned off and the whole damned place was left to rot. But good ol' Kas still turned up, desperately hoping that things would return to normal."
He looks at his wristwatch, noting the minutes ticking by... 11:58pm.
"What did I miss? Where did it all go wrong? Is EVP-Dubbluyah done for?
Why the hell am I the only person who turned up to my big re-union party? Have I been mis-reading the signals all of this time? Does nobody like poor Kasabian Stalker? I thought these people were my friends, but they leave me here, gathering dust like the rest of the decorations on the wall.
What happened EVP-Dubbulyah? How did something so great crumble and fall like a badly made Jenga tower?"
Again, the lonely Pervert looks at his watch... 11.59pm. With sadness in his heart, he begins the traditional countdown.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Happy bloody New Year."
He blows a long, sad note on his party hooter before turning his attention to a cake that he had prepared for the occasion. A single candle burns atop the cake, a small symbol of whatever hope still remained inside his heart. Definately too big a cake for one person to eat. Stalker did not smile as he prepared himself to blow out the candle.
"My only wish for this year, is for this place to come back to what it once was. For the glory to return. For the names and faces of those who have long since put this place into the back of their minds, a far distant memory, to return home.
I will be here. I will be waiting. Maybe one day, somebody else will join my party."
EOT
