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The PM speeks again…

Alright…I decided to mod something again, this time it’s the transcript of Halo 2, The Arbiter. It is the scene where the prophets of Truth and Mercy commission the Arbiter…into the Arbiter lawls. So please read the original version
 

TRUTH:

The Council decided to have you hung by your entrails and your corpse paraded through the city. But, ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me.

ELITE COMMANDER:

I am already dead.

TRUTH:

Indeed. Do you know where we are?

ELITE COMMANDER:

The Mausoleum of the Arbiter.

TRUTH:

Quite so. Here rests the vanguard of the Great Journey. Every Arbiter, from first to last. Each one created and consumed in times of extraordinary crisis.

MERCY:

The Taming of the Hunters, the Grunt Rebellion . . . Were it not for the Arbiters, the Covenant would have broken long ago!

ELITE COMMANDER:

Even on my knees I do not belong in their presence.

TRUTH:

Halo’s destruction was your error, and you rightly bear the blame. But the Council was . . . overzealous. We know you are no heretic. This is the true face of heresy, one who would subvert our faith and incite rebellion against the High Council.

Truth presses a button on his chair, and a miniature hologram of an Elite in different equipment appears.

HERETIC LEADER:

Our Prophets are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our Forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The Great Journey is-

Truth cuts off the hologram.

TRUTH:

This heretic, and those who follow him, must be silenced.

MERCY:

Their slander offends all who walk the Path.

ELITE COMMANDER:

What use am I? I can no longer command ships, lead troops into battle-

TRUTH:

Not as you are. But become the Arbiter . . . And you shall be set loose against this heresy, with our blessing.

A large container pod floats into the center of the room, opening to reveal a suit of ancient armor surrounded by white light. The Elite stares at this for a moment, before turning back to Truth.

ELITE COMMANDER:

What of the Council?

MERCY:

The tasks you must undertake as the Arbiter are perilous, suicidal. You will die, as each Arbiter has before you. The Council will have their corpse.

The Elite rises, and walks toward the armor. He pauses before it, and looks to the pods containing the corpses of the Arbiters who fell before him. He reaches up and takes the helmet of the Arbiter, and places it upon his head, then looks to the Hierarchs.

ARBITER:

What would you have your Arbiter do?

 

 

Now read the edited version and what Corporal PM would say…

MOEM 1:

The Council decided to have you drown by your entrails and your balloon paraded through the city. But, ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me.

PM:

I am already buoyant.

MOEM 1:

Indeed. Do you know where we are?

PM:

The General office.

MOEM 1:

Quite so. Here rests the vanguard of the Great Heresy. Every P, from first to last. Each one created and consumed in times of extraordinary jubilation.

MOEM 2:

The Taming of the students, the SC Rebellion . . . Were it not for the Ps, the VJ would have broken long ago!

PM:

Even on my belly I do not belong in their presence.

MOEM 1:

The day of Jubilation was your predecessor’s  error, and you souldn’t bear the blame. But the Council was . . . overzealous. We know you are no heretic. This is the true face of heresy, one who would subvert our faith and incite rebellion against the High Council.

Moem 1 presses a button on his chair, and a miniature hologram of a student in different equipment appears.

HERETIC LEADER:

Our Ps are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our Forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The day of Jubilation is-

MOEM 1 cuts off the hologram.

MOEM 1:

This heretic, and those who follow him, must be silenced.

MOEM 2:

Their jubilation offends all who walk the Path.

PM:

What use am I? I can’t command schools or lead students to their deaths *cough I mean A levels

MOEM:

Not as you are. But become the Corporal . . . And you shall be set loose against this heresy, with our blessing.

A large container pod floats into the center of the room, opening to reveal a XXL white shirt and size 50 black long pants surrounded by white light. PM stares at this for a moment, before turning back to MOEM 1.

PM:

What of the Council?

MERCY:

The tasks you must undertake as the PM are perilous, suicidal. You will die, as each PM has before you. The Council will have their corpse.

The PM rises, and walks toward the suit. He pauses before it, and looks to the pods containing the corpses of the PMs who fell before him. He reaches up and takes the shirt of the PM, and places it upon his stomach, then looks to the Ministers.

PM:

What would you have your Arbiter do?

The PM speaks

Well, I have decided to go spoof LOTR’s The return of the King. I have here, the transcript of what King Theoden of Rohan says before he and his army of horses charges into the orc army. So here it is…
 
Theoden:
Arise! Arise! Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken! Shields shall be splintered!
A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises!
Ride Now! Ride now! Ride! Ride for ruin and the world’s ending! Death!
Rohirrim: Death!
Theoden: Death!
Rohirrim: Death!
Theoden: Death!
Rohirrim: Death!
Merry and Eowyn: Death!
Theoden: Forth Eorlingas!

[The horns sound. The Rohirrim shout and charge toward the orcs’ line.]

Ok, now imagine Corporal PM saying this:

Corporal PM:

Arise! Arise! Students of VJC! Books shall be torn! Pens shall run out of ink!
A book day! A yellow and red day! Ere the day of jubilation!
Mug now! Mug now! Mug! Mug for fun and the A level’s end! MUG!
JC ppl: MUG!
Corporal PM: MUG!
JC ppl: MUG!
Corporal PM: MUG!
JC ppl: MUG!
Corporal PM: MUG!
IP ppl: (*Geez since everyone is doing it we might as well) MUG!
Corporal PM: Forth Muggers of VJ!
 
[The recess bell rings. The Muggers shout and charge towards the line of canteen shops]
 
Ok, now imagine this. Aragorn is saying this to whatever’s left of humanity in front of the Black Gate of Mordor.
 
Aragorn:
Hold your ground! Hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth. I bid you stand, Men of the West!
 
 
Ok, translating to Corporal PM speak…
 
Hold your seats! Hold your seats! Students of VJ, of VJ! My sons! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of students soar, when we forsake our classes and break all bonds of tutorialhood. But it is not this day. An hour of jubilation and forsaken lecture notes when the timetable comes crashing down. But it is not this day. This day we MUG! By all that you hold dear to this good piece of fool scap. I bid you MUG, Men of the East!
 
*Groans
 
 
Moral of the story?
No full day just say lah…wha liaoz
 
The End 

 

Rantings of a bored mind

Ever had that kind of moment when you have tons of stuff to do but don’t feel like doing them because you have too much stuff to do? Yep, I’m in that mood now. I am a dead man. Wait, I am already dead. I was so bored until I went to watch Flags of our Fathers on DVD at home. I didn’t finish it but it got me thinking. Why do people die for their country? War isn’t what it looks like on computer games. The pain and death is real and you don’t heal by standing over a med-pack or respawning. And what is it about planting a flag on a piece of rock? What’s worse than that? Your friends dying around you while trying to plant the flag.
 
What is it like to sacrifice something dear to you for the greater good?
 
What greater good?
 
Alright that was just some food for thought. Now on to some light hearted stuff.
We sang our physics song today. Mine was like shi*. Rewriting Tokyo drift and rapping it is not easy. REALLY, it ain’t easy…Teoh pwnzed. Painzor
 
And I saw a parkour article in the chinese newspaper today. WTF??? A parkour community in SG? IMBA!!!

The Oracle speaks

Your Prophets have promised you freedom from a doomed existence, but you will find no salvation on this ring.
Those who built this place knew what they wrought; do not mistake their intent or all will perish as they did before.
 
If you will not hear the truth, then I will show it to you.
There is still time to stop the key from turning, but first it must be found.
 

There are those who said this day would never come. What have they to say now?

 Let him be. The Great Journey waits for no one, brother…
Not even you.