Post by Giovanni on Apr 13, 2022 14:14:36 GMT -5
The scene opens not in the beautiful and ostentatiously tastefully decorated Giovanni Mansion, but rather in a dark room that seemed oddly like a broken down trailer if one squinted enough. In the center sat Larry Livingstone, the unwavering judicial ally of Giovanni, ready to speak his mind himself, wearing his best and tackiest suit, and sitting on the white plastic of a cheap deck chair bought from Wallmart, he puts some papers on the table before readying himself.
Good evening, as you can see, my good friend and client Giovanni isn’t here right now. Neither is his lovely muse, Calliope. After their experiences a few weeks ago, they have taken a much needed break from the continued attack on their enlightening presence.
Crossing his legs, Larry would place his hands onto his knees, sassily yet confidently eyeing the camera.
You see, in the past weeks the amount of obscene occurrences have only tripled, if not quadrupled in rate. First I was assaulted by one of our very own GM’s, that utterly despicable and style-less miscreant that goes by the name of Lil’ Petey. And the only thing that’s little about that man is his shoe size, because his ego is rampant to the point that he’s perpetrated a constant war against me, but most importantly the innocent like Giovanni and Calliope, who have barely been able to enjoy their newfound title success because it has become very clear that the established order in Proving Ground isn’t just against the renaissance my client wishes to bring to this putrid business, but also is actively committing an offensive against them every step of the way.
Shaking his head, he’d grab an oversized cup of coffee and took an elaborate sip from it.
Last show was clear in their intent, as they ‘conveniently’ managed to organize both a vote and an award ceremony for what was supposed to be an impromptu dance-off. Which only shows how deep the conspiracy goes, that they seek to undermine Giovanni’s brilliance every step of the way. Then later during the night he was accosted by two unknowns, only just barely being able to save his good friend and ally Johnny Levy from undoubtedly being abducted by these miscreants, being forced to play in their unholy movies instead of the brilliant masterpieces that man produces. “The Status Quo” they’re called, hit-men sent by Petey and the rest of his cabal of maniacs who seek to push down on the hard workers and visionaries.
Cracking his knuckles, Larry would avoid cracking his still fragile neck, only days removed from having the protector removed.
But Levy and Giovanni, they’re more than just visionaries, they’re fighters who will fight for their right to be respected and have their vision be proudly displayed as Proving Ground’s vision. They won’t stand to the tyranny from above, they seek to break the glass ceiling that is keeping them down. And I can promise you, that at the next Proving Ground, where they’re forced to fight these two weirdo maniacs of ‘The Status Quo’, that they will break the status quo and show the world that it’s time for the renaissance. The propaganda machine will be destroyed, the tyrants will be ousted, and a new order will take hold. In our Darkest Hour our two heroes will bring salvation. The art revolution will commence.
Smiling confidently, overly so, Larry Livingstone pats himself on the chest.
I promise this will happen, or my name is not ‘Litigious’ Larry Livingstone, Esq!
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