Quoted: 3/10
Maybe if you expanded on your rage it would score higher. |
OK...
If I get another one of those calls on my cellphone, I swear to Christ that I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for telemarketers this "fear engine" will bore a hole between this world and that one.
When it begins, they will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above his bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, he will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before he is incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin.
I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.
(shamelessly stolen from Jerry Holkins)