Blast from the Past
(Fade in to what looks to be a very antiquated church, complete with flying buttresses and sharp steeples, and surrounded by miles of hilly, cow-filled geography. Suddenly what looks to be some sort of Middle Age warrior runs into the serene picture, waving a broadsword in one hand and a dagger in the other. Cows scatter, but we soon find out that this man is headed instead for a demon of sorts. The two clash, and at the conclusion of this fray stands a bloody warrior next to the carnage of a skirmish. The camera begins to back away, and only now do we realize we were watching a computer screen. The camera continues to zoom out until the figure of a man can be seen sitting at this computer. Beside him lies the opened box of the Diablo II computer game. Turning around, the now older and not so familar face of this man can be seen. His golden-brown hair falls ever-so neatly across his forehead, and his eyes reveal the glimmer of a smile hidden from his lips. A quick glance at his unbuttoned Polo shirt, and the rebuttoning begins. As does his speech.)
Nick: Hello, again to those I know. To those I don't, you'll know me soon enough. It's been quite awhile since I've stretched my wrestling legs, if you will. But the reasons for that are personal and thus will be, for the time, left unsaid. Now here's something funny, though. My debut match here in GLCW, and I'm pitted against the psycho of the bunch. How, interesting.
Chris, I don't really know how exactly to explain some things to you. It seems Jobber tried, but it didn't really work, and you ended up 1, 2, 3 on the mat. But that's ok for you. You're of the "if at first you don't succeed, beat the sh*t out of the next guy until you do" kind, it seems. I don't know, maybe it was never made clear to you that lightning can't strike the same place twice, because the same place isn't there anymore. If you try to strike me, to do to me what Jobber succeeded in doing to you, you will be quite surprised at the outcome.
(He glimpses at the computer screen, then snickers to the camera.)
Ya see, this isn't a crusade, Chris. This isn't some game where you must beat the demons out of people. But thanks for letting me know that I have demons in my soul. Chris, let me remind you of what a crusade is. It is a fight for a religious purpose. And sadly, it seems to me that your idea of this modern-day crusade is to, what was it? Pass down a prophecy? You seem to be a bit confused on this. If you're trying to deliver a word to me, to pass down a lesson like the kind of lesson Jobber delivered to you, then this prophecy, this word, this lesson is sadistic brutality. How nice of you, great crusader.
Ah, but the irony of it all. The ever-popular jabbing of "lost cause" comes around again. Let us remember the true crusades. Jerusalem must logically be in the hands of the Christians now... Jerusalem, to this day, remains in the hands of the Jewish. The crusades were 150 years of men like you, so confident that they would win, passing down the word that their sons could not lose. You say failure is not an option, maybe you should brush up on your history skills. But, if you are so intent on this, keep in mind this is not all-out war. It is a mere skirmish. The demons in my soul will thank you to remember that.
You said you don't want to make the same mistake twice... You said this is no mental game... Perhaps one day you will understand, Chris. Until that day you will make mistakes just like everyone else. Until that day you will see that much of what you say now is far from not being a mental game. But I know when a game is being played. Chris, I don't fear you. I don't fear much, anymore. No matter how hard you smash your head into fences, watch the great ocean ebb and flow, or meditate around aroma-therapy candles, no one will fear you, or your beliefs.
(As Nick turns back toward the game, we see once again the endless hills of bovinity. The little weapon-bedecked warrior traipses across these hills, always searching for a fight. He turns to face his newest foes, a number of lightning-throwing skeletons, and attack. Yet sadly, to the viewer's disappointment, our little hero fails in his attempts. Nick shakes his head sadly as the camera backs away.)
Fade out