Post by ¤Amy Grace¤ on Apr 27, 2020 21:05:14 GMT -5
The weight of ones soul is 21 grams.
She was wearing a black hoodie as she stepped to the doors in the sunny evening hours a bit before the evening news began. The doors to the News Station were clear like the glass of the skyscraper, she could see the crowded first floor moving with a handful of people as they were busy working on many things, the many unnecessary things that clouded the judgement of the people. Propaganda, lies, the false narratives to keep the people happy and content with being sheep. If Alice had taught her anything about the media masses before the events of Raccoon city in 2005 it was simply that the world didn't want to hear that Umbrella were behind the outbreak, Umbrella spent a ton of money making sure people like Jim Johnson blasted the survivors of the first outbreak. It wasn't until 2005 when he took his last breath in irony at the hands of an Umbrella sweeper team.
Amy moved toward the double doors stepping through them, she was like a ghost, unnoticed by the crowd of swarming sheep moving about uncaring what was to come. How could they know Tyrant was about to enter stage left like a hurricane?
"Make sure the network can't take me off air, move people in behind me after I make the first move," Amy said over her earpiece.
"Excuse me miss," a security guard said and then he was blasted in the other direction through one of the exterior windows, several other security guards stood up and began to draw their pistols when she dashed across the area between people and sent them up into the air and then dispersed them in opposite directions into opposing walls. They safely slid to the ground unconscious.
The average weight of a woman's heart is 284.7 grams.
She stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button knowing exactly which floor to move to. By the time she would arrive she knew she would have to act fast, word may travel to the backup. Meanwhile, masked members to Tyrant moved into the lower lobby of the news station brandishing weapons to halt the guards from making the calls. Their goal was to give her enough time before they dipped, she was about to send a message to the world but didn't want her people to meet an end to gunshots if they didn't have to.
When the elevator doors opened she stepped out casually, a guard next to the elevator was then slammed against the wall and she began sprinting down the hall twisting around and slammed her fist into the floor sending a forward wave of destruction down the hall ripping doors off their hinges but more importantly incapacitating the two guards at the end of the hall and blowing the door off its hinges, the way to the studio. Amy stepped into the room, the news anchors were set up to begin but everyone was taken by surprise, then several members of the crew put on their masks.
"Everyone," Amy said and then she swiped her hand hitting the LED screen behind the anchors causing it to crack and break, "get the fuck out of my way."
The weight of hatred is a lifetime.
She was wearing a black hoodie as she stepped to the doors in the sunny evening hours a bit before the evening news began. The doors to the News Station were clear like the glass of the skyscraper, she could see the crowded first floor moving with a handful of people as they were busy working on many things, the many unnecessary things that clouded the judgement of the people. Propaganda, lies, the false narratives to keep the people happy and content with being sheep. If Alice had taught her anything about the media masses before the events of Raccoon city in 2005 it was simply that the world didn't want to hear that Umbrella were behind the outbreak, Umbrella spent a ton of money making sure people like Jim Johnson blasted the survivors of the first outbreak. It wasn't until 2005 when he took his last breath in irony at the hands of an Umbrella sweeper team.
Amy moved toward the double doors stepping through them, she was like a ghost, unnoticed by the crowd of swarming sheep moving about uncaring what was to come. How could they know Tyrant was about to enter stage left like a hurricane?
"Make sure the network can't take me off air, move people in behind me after I make the first move," Amy said over her earpiece.
"Excuse me miss," a security guard said and then he was blasted in the other direction through one of the exterior windows, several other security guards stood up and began to draw their pistols when she dashed across the area between people and sent them up into the air and then dispersed them in opposite directions into opposing walls. They safely slid to the ground unconscious.
The average weight of a woman's heart is 284.7 grams.
She stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button knowing exactly which floor to move to. By the time she would arrive she knew she would have to act fast, word may travel to the backup. Meanwhile, masked members to Tyrant moved into the lower lobby of the news station brandishing weapons to halt the guards from making the calls. Their goal was to give her enough time before they dipped, she was about to send a message to the world but didn't want her people to meet an end to gunshots if they didn't have to.
When the elevator doors opened she stepped out casually, a guard next to the elevator was then slammed against the wall and she began sprinting down the hall twisting around and slammed her fist into the floor sending a forward wave of destruction down the hall ripping doors off their hinges but more importantly incapacitating the two guards at the end of the hall and blowing the door off its hinges, the way to the studio. Amy stepped into the room, the news anchors were set up to begin but everyone was taken by surprise, then several members of the crew put on their masks.
"Everyone," Amy said and then she swiped her hand hitting the LED screen behind the anchors causing it to crack and break, "get the fuck out of my way."
The weight of hatred is a lifetime.
