Post by Jock Reasoning on Mar 7, 2024 21:41:28 GMT -5
JOCK Reasoning is found staring up at the Alamo.
“Ya remember?” a very Texan-sounding voice asks.
Jock has seen Pee Wee’s Big Adventure so he nods in the affirmative.
“Hell of a battle our boys put up. Wouldn’t have won Dubya-Dubya 2 without it.”
Jock doesn’t have the heart to correct the wide-eyed, star-gazin Texan who, at this moment in his life, has never had more faith that anything is possible.
“Well, good talking to you. Don’t forget to check out OCW Survivor Season 3,” Jock pats the man on the back, giving a fast sales pitch.
“LURRR for the win!” the Texan yells out. Several other Texans around him stomp and fire guns into the air. Jock hurries for cover.
Under a tree, he pulls his phone out and texts the OG Board, “Are we sure about this guy?”
The OG Board instantly replies, “Do as the board says.”
Jock sighs, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “This guy isn’t even an OG. It’s just a nickname thrown his way. I thought we were gonna keep this field to…”
In a world where anything could happen, you should never be surprised when it does. Alexander Raven, like a thing out of space, appears suddenly beside Jock, holding what appears to be a resume.
“Jock! I’ve finally found you. Did you know you’re a hard man to find? Look, I’ve got my resume here, and I just wanted to put it in your hands, so you can get me into the next season of Survivor.”
Not missing a beat Alex shoves the resume that appears to have been written in… crayon? Shoves it straight into Jock’s hands. “Now, all I’m saying is, you guys said you were looking for the OGs, right? Well, you’ve got THE OG right here. The OG Raven, Alexander Raven. Future OCW Champion. It’s got money written all over it, Jock.”
And while it might look like Jock was attempting to get a word in, Alex didn’t seem to notice. Or care. The man was locked in, staring up into the tree that Jock was standing under.
“I have to say, Jock. This doesn’t seem like a great place to find people. Is this why my other applications haven’t gone anywhere? I’ve sent a few in. Now look, I know you said you weren’t accepting any.”
A rough hand on the shoulder, Alex shakes Jock back and forth. Rattling him about as he continues to just word vomit. “But I think if you just look at the bigger picture. You’ll find that I would be a tremendous benefit to OCW, and the board I’m sure would agree. Don’t you think so?”
And finally, he stops talking. Big beaming smile, he looks straight at Jock. Maybe finally letting him talk.
Jock nervously tweets to the OG Board, “Just double checking. Are we SURE sure.”
“Secure the OG.”
“Right,” Jock looks down, nods his head, and meets Raven’s eyes, “Alexander, man…THE OG in the flesh. I’m glad you found me because…it shows me that you have the skills necessary to survive. Finding food. Finding idols. Finding alliances. I have to say, I’m impressed.”
Jock removes his phone and slides his finger across the screen, “I can put in a good word for ya with the board right now. Just one question…are you going to respect my authority when we’re out on that island?”
“Jock, Jock. I am a man who understands authority. I may not respect ‘them’ but, I do respect yours. I think. Listen, if it’s a matter of life or death, I’m sure we can get along.”
Another slap on the shoulder, another rough shake back and forth. Almost shaking the phone straight out of his grasp.
“You know, the one good thing about growing up with a dad like mine, besides the ability to speak German, is that I can find at least two things to hunt. What are those things you might ask? Don’t ask.”
Alex nods, and smiles, turning to look up into the sky. Seemingly very proud of himself for managing to secure his way into Survivor. The real trick was getting everyone to believe he was just batshit nuts. Not the cool and calculating deviant he had always truly been.
Jock isn’t sure if he should make a run for it, reach for his help whistle, or give Raven the good news.
“Okay, okay! I just heard from the Board of OGs…apparently, they want one drop of fresh blood in this field and, therefore, have unanimously approved your 53rd application for OCW Survivor. Word is your run in TRIAD turned some heads…I don’t know what that means but I’ll take their word for it.”
Jock slowly positions so the three is in between the two of them, “Now, you see that bus over there? A kangaroo named ‘Woo’ or something is in the back. So, I don’t know if you wanna go beat them up or something but…ya know…”
The doors to the Slam Buss open suspiciously slowly.
“Roo? I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.” The doors had barely even fully opened, but the full of rage, vim and vigour Alexander Raven was through the doors of the bus almost instantly. Alas, there was no Roo.
But the doors closed on him all the same.
Alexander Raven - Coerced
Entrant #6 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.
“Ya remember?” a very Texan-sounding voice asks.
Jock has seen Pee Wee’s Big Adventure so he nods in the affirmative.
“Hell of a battle our boys put up. Wouldn’t have won Dubya-Dubya 2 without it.”
Jock doesn’t have the heart to correct the wide-eyed, star-gazin Texan who, at this moment in his life, has never had more faith that anything is possible.
“Well, good talking to you. Don’t forget to check out OCW Survivor Season 3,” Jock pats the man on the back, giving a fast sales pitch.
“LURRR for the win!” the Texan yells out. Several other Texans around him stomp and fire guns into the air. Jock hurries for cover.
Under a tree, he pulls his phone out and texts the OG Board, “Are we sure about this guy?”
The OG Board instantly replies, “Do as the board says.”
Jock sighs, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “This guy isn’t even an OG. It’s just a nickname thrown his way. I thought we were gonna keep this field to…”
In a world where anything could happen, you should never be surprised when it does. Alexander Raven, like a thing out of space, appears suddenly beside Jock, holding what appears to be a resume.
“Jock! I’ve finally found you. Did you know you’re a hard man to find? Look, I’ve got my resume here, and I just wanted to put it in your hands, so you can get me into the next season of Survivor.”
Not missing a beat Alex shoves the resume that appears to have been written in… crayon? Shoves it straight into Jock’s hands. “Now, all I’m saying is, you guys said you were looking for the OGs, right? Well, you’ve got THE OG right here. The OG Raven, Alexander Raven. Future OCW Champion. It’s got money written all over it, Jock.”
And while it might look like Jock was attempting to get a word in, Alex didn’t seem to notice. Or care. The man was locked in, staring up into the tree that Jock was standing under.
“I have to say, Jock. This doesn’t seem like a great place to find people. Is this why my other applications haven’t gone anywhere? I’ve sent a few in. Now look, I know you said you weren’t accepting any.”
A rough hand on the shoulder, Alex shakes Jock back and forth. Rattling him about as he continues to just word vomit. “But I think if you just look at the bigger picture. You’ll find that I would be a tremendous benefit to OCW, and the board I’m sure would agree. Don’t you think so?”
And finally, he stops talking. Big beaming smile, he looks straight at Jock. Maybe finally letting him talk.
Jock nervously tweets to the OG Board, “Just double checking. Are we SURE sure.”
“Secure the OG.”
“Right,” Jock looks down, nods his head, and meets Raven’s eyes, “Alexander, man…THE OG in the flesh. I’m glad you found me because…it shows me that you have the skills necessary to survive. Finding food. Finding idols. Finding alliances. I have to say, I’m impressed.”
Jock removes his phone and slides his finger across the screen, “I can put in a good word for ya with the board right now. Just one question…are you going to respect my authority when we’re out on that island?”
“Jock, Jock. I am a man who understands authority. I may not respect ‘them’ but, I do respect yours. I think. Listen, if it’s a matter of life or death, I’m sure we can get along.”
Another slap on the shoulder, another rough shake back and forth. Almost shaking the phone straight out of his grasp.
“You know, the one good thing about growing up with a dad like mine, besides the ability to speak German, is that I can find at least two things to hunt. What are those things you might ask? Don’t ask.”
Alex nods, and smiles, turning to look up into the sky. Seemingly very proud of himself for managing to secure his way into Survivor. The real trick was getting everyone to believe he was just batshit nuts. Not the cool and calculating deviant he had always truly been.
Jock isn’t sure if he should make a run for it, reach for his help whistle, or give Raven the good news.
“Okay, okay! I just heard from the Board of OGs…apparently, they want one drop of fresh blood in this field and, therefore, have unanimously approved your 53rd application for OCW Survivor. Word is your run in TRIAD turned some heads…I don’t know what that means but I’ll take their word for it.”
Jock slowly positions so the three is in between the two of them, “Now, you see that bus over there? A kangaroo named ‘Woo’ or something is in the back. So, I don’t know if you wanna go beat them up or something but…ya know…”
The doors to the Slam Buss open suspiciously slowly.
“Roo? I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.” The doors had barely even fully opened, but the full of rage, vim and vigour Alexander Raven was through the doors of the bus almost instantly. Alas, there was no Roo.
But the doors closed on him all the same.
Alexander Raven - Coerced
Entrant #6 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.