Post by gunn on Jul 22, 2021 16:58:56 GMT -5
Rochester, New York
It’s a stormy and raining evening in Rochester, people walk the streets too and from work, to their homes, socialising with their friends and loved ones. Looking out over the city from his high rise office is Mr Brodie Lee, leader of the dark order and self proclaimed prophet.
Brodie Lee: Look at them all, living their pathetic lives, going back and forth between their dead end jobs, listing lazily through this life they get, not trying to achieve any sorts of goals, just happy to be mediocre their whole lives, instead of joining me and discovering their true potential.
Brodie turns round and goes to his desk, its a large wooden desk with a large leather chair at it. On the desk their seems to be sheets of paper with writing over it which isn’t too clear. Also on the desk is an expensive looking bottle of whiskey. Brodie picks it up and pours some into one of the glasses on the desk, picking up the glass Brodie drinks some and goes back over to the window.
Brodie: If only they knew the power that my Dark Order could give them in their own lives and beyond, one day they’ll all see and they will thank me, isn’t that right Samantha.
Brodie turns round and smiles at his personal assistant who has been listening to the large imposing man with his small rant. Looking at Brodie you wouldn’t think he is the charismatic leader of what many have called a dangerous cult of personality and which others have called a new, enlightening way of life, unsurprisingly the people saying this are either recruiters for the Dark Order or actual members. Brodie cuts an intimidating figure, being 6 foot 8 inches tall and almost 300 pounds pure of power and usually dressed in some sort of wine red or purple coloured suit, Brodie looks both professional and terrifying at the same time, which is useful for a man in his position.
Samantha: I’m sure they will Mr Lee, the Dark Order opened my eyes to a new way of life and i’m sure others will only follow, every day our numbers grow as people realise your message is a true one.
Brodie smirks, he could always trust Samantha, she was loyal and believed in him and the Dark Order’s message, a true supplicant if he ever saw one.
Brodie: My message is the only true message and the sooner people realise that, the sooner I can rebuild this world in the image of the Dark Order. Now I have to go, I have a meeting with some of the investors as you know.
Samantha nods.
Samantha: Yes i’ve put them in meeting room 4 as you’ve requested and their refreshments have been… prepared to your specifications.
Brodie notices the halt in her sentence, clearly she had issues with some of his methods but as long as she followed his orders to the letter he had no issue with some doubt, as long as she stayed loyal, he wanted people with doubt, blind loyalty would only get you so far in this game. Brodie picks up some of his papers and leaves nodding at his assistant as he does. Walking down the corridor towards the meeting room, you wouldn’t expect the building they’re in is the headquarters of a worldwide cult, it looked more like an office with banks of desks and workers at the desks all calling out to recruit new potential members, meetings taking place in rooms and people sitting having lunch, the office look stops however once you get to the main foyer, here the look of the building changes, the ceilings are high and there is marble pillars, the walls are the same colour as Brodie’s wine red suit, creating a foreboding look and then above the receptions desk is the symbol of the dark order, a large singular eye surrounded by purple tentacles, as if it is trying to drag you in. Brodie commissioned the symbol to look welcoming but also to strike fear into people. Another sign that this isn’t a normal office is the security, large men in gear that wouldn’t look amiss among a private military group, all of course loyal to Brodie. Coming to meeting room four Brodie opens up the door and enters.
Brodie: Apologies for the wait gentlemen, got stuck on a call, I trust the meal was too all your likings.
The men sitting at the table all murmured in agreement and thanks. Brodie had met them many a time before but never bothered to learn their names, they weren’t important enough too plus why learn the names of those who weren’t going to be an issue much longer, he called them mentally: Blue, Red and Green as that was the colours of the suits they always seemed to wear.
Blue: Yes thank you Mr Lee, it was quite nice, your chef knows how to cook a steak and a nice vintage of wine.
Blue let out a cough and apologises, Brodie smiled and waves it off.
Brodie: Now gentlemen I trust you’ve had a chance to read my proposal over our partnership, I get 25% of your respective businesses and in return the Dark Order helps you expand to areas you may not have broken into.
The three men nod and sign their documents. However after he has signed Red’s face screws and he speaks up.
Red: Wait, it says here Mr Lee that we need to “Pledge publicly to the Dark Order”, surely you can’t be serious, we all appreciate the help but your group isn’t exactly popular in mainstream circles.
Suddenly Red starts coughing and spluttering, quite violently, to the point that Green goes to help but suddenly he also starts to cough and falls to one knee before grabbing his throat and keeling over, dead. Red see’s the now dead body of Green and turns to Brodie who just smirks as Red suddenly can’t breathe and collapses like Green, the new substance the boys in the lab made up is effective even in small doses, both men having barely touched their wine, Brodie then looks at Blue and smiles, Blue tries to run but immediately collapses, coughing, with blood trickling from his nose. Brodie gets up and walks to Red’s corpse.
Brodie: It just said in the contract that your company had to pledge, not you specifically, don’t worry your son has agreed to pledge as CEO, quite easy to convince.
Brodie steps over the body as a team walks in and takes out the bodies, Samantha runs up to Brodie.
Samantha: Mr Lee, this arrived for you moments after you left the office, it was marked as important, the man who dropped it off didn't leave a name and left in a hurry, just asking for only you to read it.
Brodie thanks Samantha and takes what looks to be a large brown envelope, on the front is a picture of a mask underneath which is one word: MASUKU. Brodie opens the envelope and reads the contents inside. It was an invitation to join a company and they offered power that could only be imagined. Brodie read the whole thing and smirked, it sounded crazy but Brodie knew crazy his whole life.
Brodie: Samantha, get me a pen and pull round my car, i’ll be leaving for a while, for how long I don’t know but it seems i’m going to be fighting again for a while and if i’m successful, well not if, when i’m successful The Dark Order will be stronger than ever, while i’m away you’re in charge here.
Samantha nods as Brodie walks towards the entrance towards his car out into the Rochester rain, before he leaves he stops at reception and touches a panel and it opens up part of the floor, revealing what looks to be a large duffel bag, opening it up its full of clothes and what looks to be an outfit along with money, he slings the bag over his shoulder and continues to leave. As he opens the door to his car Samantha runs out.
Samantha: Sir, who are you going to fight?
Brodie smirks
Brodie: Something
Brodie then gets in and shuts the door, with the driver starting the car and pulling off.
It’s a stormy and raining evening in Rochester, people walk the streets too and from work, to their homes, socialising with their friends and loved ones. Looking out over the city from his high rise office is Mr Brodie Lee, leader of the dark order and self proclaimed prophet.
Brodie Lee: Look at them all, living their pathetic lives, going back and forth between their dead end jobs, listing lazily through this life they get, not trying to achieve any sorts of goals, just happy to be mediocre their whole lives, instead of joining me and discovering their true potential.
Brodie turns round and goes to his desk, its a large wooden desk with a large leather chair at it. On the desk their seems to be sheets of paper with writing over it which isn’t too clear. Also on the desk is an expensive looking bottle of whiskey. Brodie picks it up and pours some into one of the glasses on the desk, picking up the glass Brodie drinks some and goes back over to the window.
Brodie: If only they knew the power that my Dark Order could give them in their own lives and beyond, one day they’ll all see and they will thank me, isn’t that right Samantha.
Brodie turns round and smiles at his personal assistant who has been listening to the large imposing man with his small rant. Looking at Brodie you wouldn’t think he is the charismatic leader of what many have called a dangerous cult of personality and which others have called a new, enlightening way of life, unsurprisingly the people saying this are either recruiters for the Dark Order or actual members. Brodie cuts an intimidating figure, being 6 foot 8 inches tall and almost 300 pounds pure of power and usually dressed in some sort of wine red or purple coloured suit, Brodie looks both professional and terrifying at the same time, which is useful for a man in his position.
Samantha: I’m sure they will Mr Lee, the Dark Order opened my eyes to a new way of life and i’m sure others will only follow, every day our numbers grow as people realise your message is a true one.
Brodie smirks, he could always trust Samantha, she was loyal and believed in him and the Dark Order’s message, a true supplicant if he ever saw one.
Brodie: My message is the only true message and the sooner people realise that, the sooner I can rebuild this world in the image of the Dark Order. Now I have to go, I have a meeting with some of the investors as you know.
Samantha nods.
Samantha: Yes i’ve put them in meeting room 4 as you’ve requested and their refreshments have been… prepared to your specifications.
Brodie notices the halt in her sentence, clearly she had issues with some of his methods but as long as she followed his orders to the letter he had no issue with some doubt, as long as she stayed loyal, he wanted people with doubt, blind loyalty would only get you so far in this game. Brodie picks up some of his papers and leaves nodding at his assistant as he does. Walking down the corridor towards the meeting room, you wouldn’t expect the building they’re in is the headquarters of a worldwide cult, it looked more like an office with banks of desks and workers at the desks all calling out to recruit new potential members, meetings taking place in rooms and people sitting having lunch, the office look stops however once you get to the main foyer, here the look of the building changes, the ceilings are high and there is marble pillars, the walls are the same colour as Brodie’s wine red suit, creating a foreboding look and then above the receptions desk is the symbol of the dark order, a large singular eye surrounded by purple tentacles, as if it is trying to drag you in. Brodie commissioned the symbol to look welcoming but also to strike fear into people. Another sign that this isn’t a normal office is the security, large men in gear that wouldn’t look amiss among a private military group, all of course loyal to Brodie. Coming to meeting room four Brodie opens up the door and enters.
Brodie: Apologies for the wait gentlemen, got stuck on a call, I trust the meal was too all your likings.
The men sitting at the table all murmured in agreement and thanks. Brodie had met them many a time before but never bothered to learn their names, they weren’t important enough too plus why learn the names of those who weren’t going to be an issue much longer, he called them mentally: Blue, Red and Green as that was the colours of the suits they always seemed to wear.
Blue: Yes thank you Mr Lee, it was quite nice, your chef knows how to cook a steak and a nice vintage of wine.
Blue let out a cough and apologises, Brodie smiled and waves it off.
Brodie: Now gentlemen I trust you’ve had a chance to read my proposal over our partnership, I get 25% of your respective businesses and in return the Dark Order helps you expand to areas you may not have broken into.
The three men nod and sign their documents. However after he has signed Red’s face screws and he speaks up.
Red: Wait, it says here Mr Lee that we need to “Pledge publicly to the Dark Order”, surely you can’t be serious, we all appreciate the help but your group isn’t exactly popular in mainstream circles.
Suddenly Red starts coughing and spluttering, quite violently, to the point that Green goes to help but suddenly he also starts to cough and falls to one knee before grabbing his throat and keeling over, dead. Red see’s the now dead body of Green and turns to Brodie who just smirks as Red suddenly can’t breathe and collapses like Green, the new substance the boys in the lab made up is effective even in small doses, both men having barely touched their wine, Brodie then looks at Blue and smiles, Blue tries to run but immediately collapses, coughing, with blood trickling from his nose. Brodie gets up and walks to Red’s corpse.
Brodie: It just said in the contract that your company had to pledge, not you specifically, don’t worry your son has agreed to pledge as CEO, quite easy to convince.
Brodie steps over the body as a team walks in and takes out the bodies, Samantha runs up to Brodie.
Samantha: Mr Lee, this arrived for you moments after you left the office, it was marked as important, the man who dropped it off didn't leave a name and left in a hurry, just asking for only you to read it.
Brodie thanks Samantha and takes what looks to be a large brown envelope, on the front is a picture of a mask underneath which is one word: MASUKU. Brodie opens the envelope and reads the contents inside. It was an invitation to join a company and they offered power that could only be imagined. Brodie read the whole thing and smirked, it sounded crazy but Brodie knew crazy his whole life.
Brodie: Samantha, get me a pen and pull round my car, i’ll be leaving for a while, for how long I don’t know but it seems i’m going to be fighting again for a while and if i’m successful, well not if, when i’m successful The Dark Order will be stronger than ever, while i’m away you’re in charge here.
Samantha nods as Brodie walks towards the entrance towards his car out into the Rochester rain, before he leaves he stops at reception and touches a panel and it opens up part of the floor, revealing what looks to be a large duffel bag, opening it up its full of clothes and what looks to be an outfit along with money, he slings the bag over his shoulder and continues to leave. As he opens the door to his car Samantha runs out.
Samantha: Sir, who are you going to fight?
Brodie smirks
Brodie: Something
Brodie then gets in and shuts the door, with the driver starting the car and pulling off.