Are you sure you know what you are doing Leon? Im not one to question you, but I think were lost.
Honestly guys, Im not sure whats going on here.
A WZCW camera crew follows Leon Kensworth through a damp and dark hall. Precipitation drips from the walls as Kensworth continues to check on the crew behind him. Squinting through the narrow hall Kensworth comes to a door where whispers are being picked up by the cameras.
Beard sent me a very cryptic text telling me to bring a crew and meet him at this address. Anytime Beard is willing to give an exclusive, you know we need to bite.
The crew shrugs their shoulders as Kensworth gives them an uneasy smirk. Suddenly a loud noise comes from the door. Kensworth puts his ear to the door, very intrigued and nervous.
It sounds like someone is bouncing against a tile floor.
Suddenly the door squeaks open as Kensworth peeks his head inside, but nothing but an empty bed. A dim light shines from a side door in the room. Kensworth slowly approaches the door. His breaths are slow as he gathers himself. He raises his hand and taps it against the door. Silence. After a sigh of disappointment, an answer startles Kensworth.
Please enter Leon.
Leon looks at his crew as he waves his fingers, signaling to start recording. The familiar voice of The Beard rambling on in the background.
Leon Kensworth here for WZCW. Behind this very door is The Beard and he has asked for this time for a special interview. Lets see what the former world champion has on his mind.
Kensworth slowly opens the door and inside sits Beard on the floor cross legged, rolling a dice in the candle light. Beard raises his finger to his mouth and signals Kensworth to sit with him. Kensworth shrugs before abiding.
Beard.
Shh shh shh.
Beard uncharacteristically places his finger over Kensworth lips, which startles him back.
Dont speak Leon, just listen. Open your ears Leon, open up your mind. Let my words embrace your soul.
Beard places his hand upon Kensworths shoulder in a friendly fashion. He lifts the candle and hands it to Kensworth.
Do you like games Leon?
Leon goes to answer, but again Beard stops him.
No words Leon, just nod. Yes or no, do you like games?
Leon nods in approval as he looks at the camera, fear in his eyes.
Good. Good good. Thats the answer I was hoping for.
Beard brushes his hand through his hair before putting it up in a ponytail, acting in a very unnatural way. A rare smile comes across Beards face as he smacks his lips.
You know who else likes games Leon?
Kensworth shrugs.
Theron Daggershield. He lives in his own world, a game in its own right. You know who doesnt like games Leon?
Beards voice becomes rasp, almost angry as grabs Kensworths legs. Leon shakes his head no.
Me. Games are a fantasy. Theron Daggershield is a fantasy. His success is not a reality. I am a reality. This!
Beard bangs on his chest and smacks his head in frustration.
This is reality! I am reality Leon. Me. You are in my reality. Theron Daggershield is in my reality. Each and everyone of YOU.
Beard stares intensely into the camera, eyes wide as his nostrils flare.
Are in my reality. No one realizes that Leon. Everyone lives in their fantasy world, hoping, grasping at their last straws, that the world THEY want is coming. That the things THEY want are coming. Thats what keeps simpleminded people like you, them, and Theron going. A fictitious world of glitter, sunshine, and rainbows.
Beard sits up and props himself on a ledge of sorts as he rips his hair out of the ponytail he just placed it in.
Thats not how things work Leon. Nope. Not at all. Darkness, thunder, glooming desperation. Thats reality. Realizing your reality will save you. It will save them. It will save him. Just like it saved me Leon.
Beard calms himself as he goes back to his previous pose, next to Kensworth. Again his hair goes back into a neat ponytail.
Im sorry Leon. I lost my cool. But join my cause. Become a follower Leon, become the lost follower Leon.
Im sorry to interrupt Beard, but what is with the dice?
Beards stare is filled with rage as he glares at Kensworth. Suddenly Beard chuckles as he wags his finger at Kensworth.
Im glad you asked Leon. This is the key, the key to Daggershield, the key to victory.
Beard maneuvers the twenty sided dice in his hands and between his fingers. He looks at Kensworth and hands him the dice.
Leon, take this and pretend you are Theron Daggershield. Roll the dice, tell me your thoughts.
Kensworth slowly grabs the dice as he rolls it across the floor. Beard leans the candle over as it reveals a 1.
Tis a shame Leon. A measly one. A lonely number.
Beard stands up as he grabs the dice, throwing it in a repetitive fashion.
Revolution is a very apropo name Leon. Cause you see at Revolution it all begins. Ive preached for months Leon and it is finally here. My promises are strong, my words are my bond. The revolution, it begins.
The dice falls to the ground as Beard grabs the camera.
Follow me through the darkness. Join me in the revolution. Failure to do so will result in termination. For you shall follow me, for I have been found. Fear the destroyer, fear the beard, fear...the revolution.
Beard drops the camera, revealing the dice roll as a 20. Leon stands up as he hands the camera back to his crew. He flips on a light switch, revealing a blacklight. The room glows with neon words painted on the wall.
HELP ME
TRAPPED
LOST FOLLOWER
FIND ME
The words crossed out as new words have been written overtop them.
REVOLUTION
FOLLOW ME
HEALED
LOST SOULS.
The fu
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Kensworth drops his mic as his camera crew staggers back in a hurry as Kensworth is soon to follow, equipment left behind revealing a final word.
DEATH TO ALL