Sir Wilhelm: Part 1

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

'Ey, the name's Sir Wilhelm (AKA Will Brazeal for those of you who know me or of me.) What's new with me, you may ask. I'll tell you the answer to that: a very monotonous and boring routine, really. There's nothing like waking up each morning to either go to school or on weekends, hanging out with the same people. Yet... Drama is never further than a step away. It's like an echo in a person's ears. "Heh... What fun I am. I make your life a living hell with all the gossip, lies, and bullshit that follow me." Probably something along those lines at least.
Let's mix roleplaying with a bit of reality from my life. 'I, Sir Wilhelm, and my trusty steed, venture forth into the world of Mansfield. Ah, nothing like the horrors that await us each and every day. For one, we have our enemies: boredom, which slowly tortures one's soul, monotony, which ensnares the mind in an everlasting daze of feeling like each day is the same, and trust issues. All enemies of the same family, of sorts. Ah, the stronghold of the three: Mansfield High School! Faster, my steed, faster! We shall smite the forces of evil and once again save the day and a possible princess... (Who I will force to fall in love with me and we shall make love by the light of the fire. Heh heh....) I jump from my steed with a heavy thud and briskly stride to the main gates of this hellish place. My hand, never far from the hilt of my sword, an experienced master in fighting these devilish creatures, trembles slightly from the excitement. With a powerful kick, I smash through the door, sending pieces of timber flying off in every direction. I quickly scan my surroundings... The bleak, gloomy atmosphere makes the back of my neck crawl with unpleasant discomfort. A sound echoes in the distance. I strain my well-trained ears to distinguish if the sound is at all familiar. However, my concentration is quickly dissolved, as a blow to my back knocks me to the cold, hard floor.
"You foolish man. Trying to be a hero? Hah. Don't make me laugh. I'll create illusions of trust before your eyes, confusing the hell out of you and making you my obidient slave!"
I would know that voice anywhere.... Distrust is this enemy's name. A black-hearted creature, with only its own selfish ends in mind, created from the disbelief in people's hearts when another betrays them either through lies or the common practice of 'backstabbing.' I jump to my feet, turn to face this damned beast, and engage in a rather heated coversation.
"I hate you and your brothers, you damned creature. You plague the minds of the helpless, innocent, and ignorant. I shant let you live, you son of a---"
"Don't even start, you stupid.... I don't even know what to call you. You're just a foolish man... That's all."
"What kind of insult is that? I suppose I can't even trust you to come up with a decent insult?"
"Of course, you idiot. I am made up of the distrust in people's hearts.... I'm not meant to be trusted. Simple-minded fools these days," it says, shaking its head in pity.
"Why am I even wasting my time talking to you? Die, you bloody cur!"
Full of blind rage, I launch myself upon the creature, knocking it to the ground. My fists fly as I strike it full in the face, blow after blow. Its dark, evil blood flows from its wounded mouth. Quickly, I unsheathe my sword and with an awesome battle cry, I plunge it deep into the creature's chest. It issues a mortally wounded cry and falls limp, its body only a shell. I jump up, triumph written all over my face. Now... Maybe trust will again be allowed to flourish throughout Mansfield... Then again, I could be wrong. Darkness slowly overcomes my vision and I fall unconscious....' (To be continued some day, if procrastination takes a nap break...)
Yes, if you cannot tell, I don't have much of a life.