Kling/Monologues

## Just a Neighbors

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> *"People can sure be interesting sometimes. Imagine meeting someone new, not knowing anything about them. Imagine them happily jumping up and down the hill while humming their humble song, with no worries at all, or just being one of the shy and quieter kind. Just imagine it. All just a shell, a mask, a false picture painted over the actual piece of art, to hide what's inside. You may never be able to spot the true artistic side of a face behind a mask of icing at the first glance. People.. People can sure be interesting, hiding their ugly faces and true nature behind a wall of standards, being so much of a coward to constantly lurk behind the pesky safety of a made-up facade, to get away from consequences. Money, power, or even just plain good old fun. They always find a reason to beat each others' brains out. Kill and hide, kill and hide; It's always the same nonsense. Every single fucking day, I lay myself to rest, knowing this world is nothing but a puppet theater, providing hiding places for them. For them, the wretched ones, mask-wearers, all of them. It sure as hell is about time that someone tears it all off their pathetic faces. Sometimes, the enemy falls due to a fatal mistake they've made with their own moves. Sometimes, the enemy himself choses his own fate, without knowing. They however, they have chosen me."* ***~ Kling's beginning monologue in "Just a Neighbors".***
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> *"Now, 'don't kill people. That's an unforgiving thing to do'. If I were to say this amongst a bunch of people somewhere in a pub, they'll praise me. If I were here to say this on a live-battlefield, where every single second is a moment of departure from life for someone unlucky enough to have become a pawn of the state, then the same ones will probably tell me to shut the fuck up and keep shooting. Funny, isn't it? It sure is something, the process of killing. You take every single thing from your victim. You deny them any chance to ever have something as well. You just make them disappear, rewrite them as 'non-existent'. Maybe someone will remember them, maybe someone might even mourn over them. But in the end, they're just as dead, and the same hell as before goes on, and on, and on, and on. They tried to do the same thing to me. They tried so badly to get rid of me. But I'm still here, aren't I? Just why did those fuckers think it'd be a good idea not to be extra sure? Did you really have to save the last bullet? Now, look where we are now. Your fault, not mine. Maybe they just aren't trained enough, when it comes to lethal force. But that's no problem. I'll teach 'em. I'll teach every last one of them, until there's nothing left."* ~ ***Kling's ending monologue in "Just a Neighbors".***
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## Just a Neighbors 2

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> *"FUCK! Oh, I just like to say fuck in the beginning of stories. Starting things with a bang has always proven to be the best way to go. Besides, I have no respect for Youtube's rules. Rules, which this platform that slowly crawls into the abyss, set for us to follow like dogs. Rules.. Needed, for a world to keep its order. Oh, I like to think back to the days. Back when nature ran it's cruel course. There weren't any rules there, you see. No enforcing police officers. No pesky politicians. Nothing. Nothing, but two types of beings: Prey, and Predators. Prey can be so pure, so innocent. They have something in them, that makes them valuable. They give. Predators on the other hand. Hehe.. Predators take. They take from the prey, tear everything they have on them from their tiny little hands. There's a certain predator that met my eye. And this certain predator, sure has an extra-ordinary taste. You see, they don't just take from any Prey. They take from very special ones. Special Preys, that shine like stars. Now, A star, as you could guess, is when Someone is famous. Maybe for their talent; Whenever they can paint, dance, sing or play an instrument! People just adore you for that! Because, as Prey. you give. You give happiness to others. And then, there's this Predator I'm looking for. Hehe.. Oh, it's gonna be a party when they grasp you with their dirty, greedy claws. 'Cause he, well. He's a predator. And predators, they take. This one, wants your talent, the very thing that makes you the shiny star in the sky. Say, you're a piano player. Oh, you won't be having fun when they then cut your hand off, and your precious little fingers, one by one. Maybe, maybe you're an artist, a gifted painter! Don't let them catch you then, if you don't want to have your eyes removed with a scalpel, whilst you're begging for your life. And.. And if you're a dancer? They'll cut your legs off, everything, in order to keep you from doing what you love. It'll be all over. Your career, your life's work, stolen by a greedy little predator-rat. And when they take it from you.. It's gone. Forever. In the meantime, the Predator's gotten what he wanted. After all. They have one goal. Creating the "perfect" world". Maybe I'll go wake 'em up from their sweet little dream. And then I'll show them, what I understand under "perfect". Perfect justice, that is."**~ Kling's beginning monologue about Dream Terror, as heard in "Just a Neighbors 2".***
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