[Foreword] There's no Victor... No Factor... No Friends... I'm all alone now... There's a certain feeling of inner peace about me. What irony... Who could have ever imagined finding such a thing in anarchy? I'd almost laugh but it might be so loud that I awake from this dream... Because in reality, that's all that this could possibly be. Real happiness doesn't come to people like me, and when it does it's ripped away with greed.
Greed is something I've seen a lot of in my time. So much, in fact, that I can see it burnt into the foreheads of those that speak to me. Maybe they aren't vocal in their greed but as the Catholic church tells us... it's still a sin.
I no longer desire common things such as fame, glory, and money... Nor do I desire friends, titles, or any other form of prosperity. No, no, no... I desire something greater... Something money cannot buy. I desire something that goes well beyond that of fame... Legacy.
For as we've learned in the past, any common man can achieve fame, no matter the level. Movie stars in most cases are prime examples of this. Many of them have fame, but only a few will spawn to legacy.
Why Legacy over everything else? It's rather simple... Money isn't forever... Fame isn't forever... Friends, despite popular belief, aren't forever... But legacy... it's forever and then some... With your name etched forever in the minds of all, destiny has completed its run.
Only after Anarchy Kid exposed me to this did I begin thinking... I spent long hours in my study this week, contemplating ways to achieve such high regard. The answer wasn't completely there but the first step up the golden ladder came to me in a staggering moment... That object, or man rather.... Keyser Soze...
[Scene] The scene opens inside domain of Sutton which you've began to learn so well. The camera pans into the living room. No overhead lights... Candles simply dance in the darkness, giving off just enough light for you to make out the room. To the right a blinking red light catches your attention. '47' bleeds out in it's crimson tone on the answering machine. Suddenly you feel a warm draft behind you... Not hot, not cold, but enough to bring goosebumps to your flesh. You turn, but... nothing. The draft hits your back once again, this time from the other side. You turn again without high expectation, and again... nothing. The sound of a lighter can be heard in the background... Seconds later Josh Sutton emerges from the shadows of his own domicile. A cigarette lets off its sweet poisons as he continues to approach.
Sutton: At long last I no longer live in the confinements of mere-content.
[Scene] Sutton takes a large puff off the cancer stick and exhales the fumes into the lens of the camera. It's hard to make out the scene momentarily, and when the smoke clears Sutton is gone.
Sutton: Seems as though I've stirred Ritchie in a drinking frenzy.
[Scene] The camera turns around in a fearful motion, facing Sutton once again.
Sutton: I can't really say that I blame the guy. I realize how hard it must be to check the card sheet, see your name side-by-side with Josh Sutton, and expect to walk out victorious, let alone with dignity. You see, Ritchie, you've stepped into a pathway of destruction, my friend. There's a paved road between myself and Keyser Soze... You're merely a fucking clown car that's ran out of gas in the middle of it.
[Scene] Sutton lets out a slight laugh through another exhale of smoke, this time aimed away from the camera. He takes the remaints of the cigarette and presses it against the wall, snuffing it out.
Sutton: Because in the brutal honesty of it all, you're shit to me, Danko. You're the fecal matter that sticks to the sides of the toilet. Sure, you might be a little difficult to 'scrub' off but I'm more than willing to put forth the elbow grease that's necessary.
[Scene] Sutton turns his back to the camera and begins walking. As he gets out of view's reach, you can hear him speak once more.
Sutton: Two days... Two hours... 18 Minutes... and 32 seconds... That's the remaining time you have to wear your blasphemous crown of 'Malevolent Deity'... Enjoy it... And as for you, Keyser Soze... My Hungarian hothead... I'll see you soon... Sooner than you'd like. Currents to you all..
[Scene] A flash of light radiates across the scene and you lose transmission... Fade to black.