The Book of Asylum Chapter 9 Verse 28

The crowds hums with anticipation as they see the jumbotron burst to life during the newest installment of Crackdown. The scene opens on a nearly dark room. The only illumination comes from the candles scattered throughout the room. The flames flicker with even the slightest breeze and droplets of wax slowly melt and slide down the candles shaft. The room is filled with hooded figures who are chanting indiscernible words in unison. It is reminiscent of the Gregorian monks. The voices are low and slow stretching out each and every syllable. The voices begin to rise, however, and the chant begins to get faster.

Monks: Leeeeet's gooooo, Aaaaasyyyyyluuuuum. Sooooobeeeeek suuuuucks. Leeeet's goooo, Aaaasyyyyluuuum. Soooobeeeek suuuucks.

The chant continues as one of the monks rises from the back of the room. He walks, head down, toward the front where a podium stands, barely visible in the dimness as there are no candles lighting that part of the room. As the figure moves forward the monks continue to chant.

Monks: Leeet's gooo, Aaasyyyluuum. Sooobeeek suuucks. Leet's goo, Aasyyluum. Soobeek suucks.

The hooded figure reaches the front of the room and lifts his robe slightly as he makes the three steps up to the stage and crosses in darkness to the podium. He lights a candle that was placed on the podium and lifts it to his face allowing the hood to drop revealing the figure as none other than Asylum. This whips the chanting monks into a frenzy. Their voices reach a crescendo.

Monks: Let's go, Asylum! Sobek sucks! Let's go, Asylum! Sobek sucks! Let's go, Asylum! Sobek sucks!

Some members of the live audience have joined in on the chant. They rise to their feet and pump their fists in the air, chanting along with the mysterious monks.

Asylum raises his hands and then begins to drop them. The chant begins to lower in volume as his hands cut through the air. Finally the chanting ceases altogether as Asylum's hands rest on the podium. The live audience is slower to get the message, but they gradually silence as well.

Asylum: Thank you faithful followers for joining me here tonight and thanks also to you out there in the live Crackdown audience. My congregation grows with each and every passing day and I feel blessed. Today I would like to read from the book of Asylum. There is a verse that I feel is particularly fitting for tonight. Would that be okay?

The gathered monks on the screen and members of the live audience clap and cheer their approval.

Asylum: I thought there would be no objections. The Book of Asylum Chapter Nine Verse Twenty-eight says: Though the enemy may feel that their victory is close at hand they are surely fooled. For the victor shall be he who is strong not only of body, but also of mind. The ancients didest proclaim that a deliverer would come who would rescue his people.

Asylum pauses and begins to thumb through the book.

Asylum: Screw this!

He lifts the book and hurls it across the room.

Asylum: What did the ancients know? What does any profit know? Any God even for that matter? I am afraid of no one be they mortal or deity. Be they flesh, blood, and bone or some ethereal mist. There is none who can stand against the great Asylum and expect to come out the same. Mortal or immortal. Gods or man. Any who step before me shall fall. That goes for you too Sobek. You seem to think I am some roadblock sent before you by Alexander? Let me tell you that you could not be more wrong. Can I get an Amen?

Monks: Amen!

Asylum: I am no one's pawn. I am no one's tool. I take orders from no one. You did get one thing right though, Sobek. I am a roadblock. I'm a big damn roadblock and there's no way around me, Sobek. The only way to the other side is through me. Can I get a hallelujah?

Monks: Hallelujah!

Asylum waves his hands for the book and an obedient monk fetches it and brings it to Asylum.

Asylum: The ancients didest proclaim that at Crackdown on Saturday night September the 28th in the year of Asylum 2013 there would be a sacrifice. Sobek, you are that sacrifice! And tonight, Sobek...

Asylum lifts the candle closer to his grotesquely grinning face revealing the twisted glee he takes in his threats of violence and bloodshed.

Asylum: You will buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn!

He tosses his candle to the floor in front of the stage and a wall of flames blocks out everything from the camera's view. The screen then fades to black with no other sound but the crackling flames and Asylum's sinister cackling.