Movie Night: A Thurunslaadvokul Story.
The Dark Lord sits inside his lavished residential studio apartment in complete seclusion. His goal for the evening was too finally watch the entire LOTR saga, that he had heard so many commoners from this new Kingdom speak so highly of. He was most looking forward to discovering all there was to know about this Sauron individual. Another Dark Lord, one whom sounded by his fans to be both mighty and evil to the core. Thurunslaadvokul had to witness his great exploits, and see if there was any wisdom to be gained from these chronicle artifacts. "Let us see what this BlueRay is all about... Shall we?" he says with evil burning in his eyes, as his thumb pushes the power on button of his Samsung remote control.
He watches the first film in complete and utter amazement. "How did he not see that coming?"
The Dark Lord must know the answer to his question, so with a healthy amount of hope and a lump in his throat he starts the second film. As this film plays he thinks about how much he would rather see what Sauron is having his scouts and Dark Knights doing, and how much trouble could have been saved if he had only made the ring a crown instead of a ring. A crown would be a lot less of trouble to track down then something as small and seemingly insignificant as a ring... He watches on, until this film too has ended.
"How do these weaklings keep surviving these insidious plots against them?" his heart is racing in his chest and there are sweat beads literally rolling down his forehead, as he picks his remote back up to remove the second film. He is famished so he walks to the kitchen for a small intermission... He makes himself a Cheeseburger made from a cow from India that many people considered Holy, why? Because its Evil! "Mu ha ha ha ha ha haaa!" Then he puts Ketchup on the Burger and not Mustard... Why? That's right... Because its Evil. 'Snickers.'
After his food break he starts the third and final film... He watches it all in one sitting, never blinking, his nerves on edge causing his skin to crawl with anticipation for a certain and brutal end for Frodo Baggins... How he had lived this long is a complete mystery. Wait... Gollum bites his finger off... Mm hmm... Good... Good... And... And... WHAT!? NOOOOO!!!
The Dark Lord abruptly gets up out of his recliner, grabs his TV and throws it out the window of his apartment. The sounds of a car crash and people screaming follow which. He has reached a boiling point, the lunacy of these events playing out the way they have causes permanent mental trauma to his psychosis.
He decided to cool down his rage by tacking an ice cold shower. Many people live to see the morrow due to this decision, which was impaired by his current state of mind. Normally he would just go of a blood thirst slaughtering rampage when disappointed so, but his spirit had been crushed by such a level of absurdity.
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