[Once the last person has submitted their vote, Max Headroom immediately turns to face Ray. His voice is soft--like a panther ready to pounce on its prey. As he speaks, it almost sounds as though another voice is echoing on top of his.]
Raymond Stantz. If you would please proceed to the front of the room.
[Ray, understandably, hesitates. He starts slowly shuffling off towards the television, hoping to delay the inevitable. Max has other plans. A trapdoor opens right in front of the television and steel fibers shoot out with remarkable speed. Ray lets out a yelp in surprise and instinctively moves to escape, but it's too late--the fibers have anchored themselves around his arms and drag him forward, into the dark pit below. The trapdoor slams shut, echoing throughout the chamber.
After a few moments of silence, the screen flickers and changes channels. Ray Stantz has been tied to what looks to be a stake with a large amount of kindling and firewood at his feet. There's the sound of something clicking, and suddenly, the whole pyre is alight. The camera zooms in on Ray's panicked expression as you hear the sound of Max Headroom, laughing like he's watching SNL. The faint sound of Genesis can be heard, but the screaming makes it difficult to pinpoint the source.
It's what Pyro would have wanted.
...However, burning someone at the stake takes a long time. You can feel heat rising at your feet, and some smoke is leaking through the invisible gaps in the floor. After about five minutes have passed, Max Headroom lets out a frustrated groan.]
C'mon, burn f-f-f-f-faster!
[But Ray's flesh doesn't listen. After a moment or two, there's a sharp click, like a gun being readied, and then--
BANG.
A shot rings out as a bullet wound appears in Ray's chest, a dark red stain spreading and staining his beautiful sweater. It barely takes a half a moment for Ray to collapse like a rag doll, the flames flickering up around him. A fire alarm goes off as the fire gets sprayed down by an unseen fire extinguisher. A white foam builds up over the scene, like snow falling on a quiet winter night.
There's an interminable silence.
The door to leave swings open.]
You're free to go. go. go.
[The TV blinks to static. The smell of burning flesh lingers in the air.]
EXECUTION: FEEDING THE FIRE (cw: fire, shooting)
Raymond Stantz. If you would please proceed to the front of the room.
[Ray, understandably, hesitates. He starts slowly shuffling off towards the television, hoping to delay the inevitable. Max has other plans. A trapdoor opens right in front of the television and steel fibers shoot out with remarkable speed. Ray lets out a yelp in surprise and instinctively moves to escape, but it's too late--the fibers have anchored themselves around his arms and drag him forward, into the dark pit below. The trapdoor slams shut, echoing throughout the chamber.
After a few moments of silence, the screen flickers and changes channels. Ray Stantz has been tied to what looks to be a stake with a large amount of kindling and firewood at his feet. There's the sound of something clicking, and suddenly, the whole pyre is alight. The camera zooms in on Ray's panicked expression as you hear the sound of Max Headroom, laughing like he's watching SNL. The faint sound of Genesis can be heard, but the screaming makes it difficult to pinpoint the source.
It's what Pyro would have wanted.
...However, burning someone at the stake takes a long time. You can feel heat rising at your feet, and some smoke is leaking through the invisible gaps in the floor. After about five minutes have passed, Max Headroom lets out a frustrated groan.]
C'mon, burn f-f-f-f-faster!
[But Ray's flesh doesn't listen. After a moment or two, there's a sharp click, like a gun being readied, and then--
BANG.
A shot rings out as a bullet wound appears in Ray's chest, a dark red stain spreading and staining his beautiful sweater. It barely takes a half a moment for Ray to collapse like a rag doll, the flames flickering up around him. A fire alarm goes off as the fire gets sprayed down by an unseen fire extinguisher. A white foam builds up over the scene, like snow falling on a quiet winter night.
There's an interminable silence.
The door to leave swings open.]
You're free to go. go. go.
[The TV blinks to static. The smell of burning flesh lingers in the air.]