Dethkok Metalocalypse Reprise
Chapter 1
In an alternate universe (akin to dethklok), a new metal band had arisen….DETHKOK! Like their brutal counterparts, they were alarmingly destructive (though they don't realize it at the time) and their fans were dying to see them perform (quite literally). Dethkok fans also had to sign release forms exempting Dethkok from all liability. As the Dethkok enterprise went up, death rates sky-rocketed (too bad they didn't figure that out until four lawsuits later).
This concerned a secret organization, The Council, as they dubbed themselves. Hidden underground, they called for an emergency meeting at headquarters to discuss matters of disposing Dethkok.
Each band members face was projected onto a panel of split screens. Mr. Skizophrenia zoomed in on a fair haired, blue eyed wonder. "Blitzgaar Blitzgelf, smaller than the eye can see" announced Skizophrenia. Click, he changed slides. The next slide was of a man of child-like qualities with frosty blue eyes and long brown hair. "Loki Sortooth, caught a humble flee".
Click. The third was of a handsome young stud who had a streak for pessimism, yet seemed insanely giddy. Curly dark brown hair crowned his face, his eyes an electrifying green. "Philip Lovespleen Lovespleen Lovespleen" Skizophrenia continued. He clicked over to the next slide. A man with a head full of fiery red dreadlocks and emerald green eyes appeared on the screen. "Mr. Peaches the drunkard, slurp slurp, gulp gulp, burpidy burp".
And finally, the fifth member. He was the most startling. Long onyx hair veiled most of his face, pale green eyes glared through the strands of hair, and a ghostly complexion (or lack there of) to top it off. "Jason Corrosion" Skizophrenia concluded. "These are the men that make up the infamous band Dethkok".
"Dethkok?" General Brazier commented. "Sounds like a tragic porno".
"It's not what you think. Their logo is a rooster in a grim reaper get up" resumed Mr. Skizophrenia.
"How can we be sure it's them?" questioned Senator Crampingson.
"With their fans dying left and right and their rampant behavior, who else would it be?" Tater Dorfraag cried peering at his colleague.
"Yes, and God has spoken to me through my thumb. He sent messages stating that it's these people in fact, that will bring about the apocalypse. They must be stopped before then" choked Cardinal Chameleon Bob (yes that's his name for the lack of a creative one).
"How can we be sure that these messages are credible?" asked Brazier.
"You dare to question God? My thumb that he has chosen as holy communicator?" hissed Chameleon Bob.
"I question your sanity" retorted General Brazier.
"His Holiness shall smite you-" Chameleon Bob was interrupted by Brazier.
"What are you going to do, finger my to death? I have the perfect solution to that…..amputation!"exclaimed Brazier.
"Gentlemen, please let's not get off topic. Why don't we keep a close watch over them, to prove this allegation. No offense Bob, but we need more evidence otherwise it's just a prediction, TOO circumstantial. We need solid proof that these are the right people. We don't need to kill innocent people, we can't afford that" asserted Crampingson.
"Time is running out" warned Bob.
"Then we make time. I won't risk our credibility and put our careers in jeopardy. We have to be scrupulous" demanded Crampingson. With that the meeting was adjourned.