tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10917549245351436462024-03-21T02:17:26.706-07:00The Plague PirateAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-55132535382320097582017-02-25T08:03:00.001-08:002017-02-25T08:03:29.971-08:00Continuation of incubation<p dir="ltr">Who is my father?</p>
<p dir="ltr">The vestibule of your birth was a Father Karl Fallow, it was just too easy for sister Lisa to tempt him away from his vows, and for that he payed the price.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But your real father, the other half of your dna, is the unholy Lord of hell himself, satan.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Even though he had known her a scant few hours Sam felt closer to this woman than he ever had to anyone before, and he swallowed her hard words but knew them to be truth.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">‘we tried so many times before. I tried to carry you to term, as did sister Lisa and sister Michelle. Sister Samantha also tried, but it cost her dearly. The fire from within ate her alive and she died halfway to term. It is for her that you are named. With her dying words she said to me ‘try a man’ so we did, and here you are.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It's been years since we've had any hope, we needed someone to balance the scales in the war, to level the playing field between good and evil, you are that counterweight Sam.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Sam sat listening to Esther story as he munched on his burger, an honest to God burger with ingredients he could actually name. It Tasted so good as the combination of meat and cheese slid down his throat. With each bite his smile grew, and with each sentence from Esther his eyes lit up.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He had always known he was different, but the son of satan different, he never could have dreamed for that.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-84562794207889775542017-01-13T16:27:00.001-08:002017-01-13T16:27:56.449-08:00something new...So its now 2017, a brand new year....so here is something new I'm working on to wet your pipes with...<br />
a brand new beginning for a brand new story in its pure, unedited rough form.<br />
hope you enjoy it<br />
happy hunting<br />
Mark<br />
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<u>The Maw.</u><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina Brassel was not the nervous type. She had been sky-diving,
surfing, mountain climbing, base jumping…she had done them all. Anything that
gave her that much needed rush of adrenaline, and she was there. She loved the
rush. But none of that had prepared her for the stomach churning nervous wreck
she had become over the last few weeks. Ever since she had decided to ask Ethan
to marry her, she had become a bundle of frayed nerves.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina had planned the proposal down to a T. First she would surprise
Ethan by picking him up after work on Friday and then she would drive him to
Arthur-stone National Park, where they would spend the weekend climbing and camping.
Ethan had always wanted to climb Witches Nook and Tina had thought where better
to propose than at the top of Ethan’s personal Everest. It would definitely be
memorable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Come on slow poke, we’re nearly there,” called Ethan from
ten foot above her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina could see Ethan’s face had a fine sheen of sweat and
his bandana was soaked. As she smiled up at him, she saw a playful smile crack
his face as he removed his bandana and wrung it out over the top of where she
was perched. His hot sweat dripped onto her forehead.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You sick bastard. Just be glad I fucking love you.” Tina
shouted up as she wiped his sweat from her brow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">With a chuckle Ethan turned back to the rock face and
proceeded to work his way towards the top. Tina reached into the bum bag
nestled against the front of her hips and fished out a small black box.
Thumbing it open she smiled to herself. He was never going to expect this, she thought.
In the box sat an entwined silver and black engagement ring. Looking up, at the
love of her life, she watched as Ethan’s foot disappeared over the edge of the
cliff. Tina nestled the box back into her fanny pack and started to work her
way up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Hurry up you snail, it’s beautiful up here.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina grabbed the holes that had been marked in chalk by
Ethan’s hands and wound her way up the last few metres. As she neared the top
Ethan’s head appeared near her own. “Alright love.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ethan smiled as he extended his hand over the edge. Tina
grasped it and pulled. A few seconds later she was stood next to him at the top
of Witches Nook. The sun was setting over the forest, casting its red glow over
every tree and cliff.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Isn’t it beautiful Tina? Just think there’s not another
person for miles around.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yeah, it is kinda something isn’t it.” She said as she
nestled into his arm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Let’s get the tent setup and put a brew on, shall we?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina looked up into Ethan’s eyes and could see her reflection
in his shades. She looked a mess. Her blonde hair was scraped back in the
tightest ponytail she had ever done and her face was blotchy and red and soaked
in sweat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“What was that?” Tina asked as a howl ripped through the
air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I don’t know. A wolf?” </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ethan unslung his back pack and put it on the
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“No. It can’t be a wolf; there are no wild wolves in the UK
anymore.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Alright smarty pants. Maybe they’ve come back and banged
out some cubs,” Ethan smirked as he pulled the tent from his pack.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“No, it can’t be.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Whatever it was it was miles away and we are way up here on
the bitches’ nook. So don’t worry ok love. Come help me with this.” </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina turned back towards their makeshift
campsite and helped Ethan to roll out the tent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once the tent was up, Ethan gathered up various twigs and
branches for the fire. Tina fondled her bum bag as she stood watching him
striking a couple of pieces of flint together, the butterflies in her stomach
had turned into razor wire as the sunset drew nearer. She smiled as Ethan threw
the flint on the floor. “Fuck this. Have we got any matches or a lighter babe?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Here,” she said fishing her silver zippo out of her bum bag
and tossing to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Cheers.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">With the zippo in hand, Ethan had the fire going in seconds
and the kettle perched on top of the camping grill. Tina was glad of the warmth
as the evening chill started to set in. But she craved a cup of tea more. By
the time the kettle’s whistle had built to an ear piercing squeal, Tina had
already prepared the cups and found the milk. She removed the kettle from the
fire and it continued to whistle as she poured the water into the cups and made
the tea. She looked up as their camp site was bathed in red from the setting
sun and smiled. Removing the little box from her bum bag, she held it behind
her as she walked over to where Ethan was sitting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Here you go.” Tina passed Ethan a cup. “Hey, I’ve got something
to ask you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“What’s that babe?” Ethan asked. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina knelt down on one knee as a howl ruptured the air. She
watched wide-eyed over Ethan’s shoulder as a large shadowy form bound out from
the nearby trees. The shadowy creature growled as it jumped over the couple. Its
feet skidded along the ground, kicking dirt over the fire and extinguishing it.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Run,” Ethan shouted as he dived towards his pack. Tina
stood rooted to the spot as she stared at the shadow prowling the edge of the
trees.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was larger than anything she
had ever seen before. At least two times larger than Samba, her Great Dane. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ethan grabbed the handle of his climbing pick and yanked it.
“Fucking run Tina,” he yelled as the pick got snagged in the fabric of his bag.
The shadow turned towards him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tina ran. She ran towards Ethan. She couldn’t let him try to
fight this…thing, by himself. Heading for Ethan, she scooped the climbing ropes
up from the floor and rallied behind him. She hefted the ropes in her hands and
glanced at Ethan. “You should have ran,” he looked at her, “On the count of
three you throw those at it, try and get its legs tangled if you can.” The creature
stopped. Cocking its shadowy head to one side, it let out a low growl. </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I love you Tina.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I love you too.” Tina smiled at Ethan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“One…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The creature stepped backwards as Tina swung the ropes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Two…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The beast sprinted for Tina and Ethan. Clearing the
smouldering remains of the fire, the creature jumped. It barrelled into Ethan
as it swiped a paw at Tina, raking its claws down her face and chest. Blood
frothed out of every wound as she collapsed to the floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Man and beast rolled across the forest floor in a maddening tangle
of limbs and shadow. Ethan raised his hand and brought the pick down across the
creature’s spine as hard as he could. The beast howled and rolled off of him.
He scrambled back to his feet and backed away from the ferocious shadow. The
dark beast leapt again. It smashed into his legs and drove him backwards. Ethan
stumbled and fell hard to the ground as his foot became ensnared by the
climbing ropes dropped by Tina. </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ethan’s hands were frantic as he sought to remove his legs
from the tangled ropes. He watched the beast as it circled around again.
Dropping the ropes, he hoisted the pick in his hands and looked around. The
shadow was in front of him and the cliff edge behind. He was trapped. The
creature lunged. Ethan rolled his shoulder and smashed the pick into the things
ribs. The beast howled as its trajectory crashed it into Ethan. The two skidded
across the forest floor and off of the cliff edge.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-8960977401151125042016-12-29T08:04:00.002-08:002016-12-29T08:21:16.820-08:002016...a year in review<p dir="ltr">2016 - the year death came to stay.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This year has not been the best if your a celebrity. With the sheer amount of deaths it must have set a new unprecedented record.<br>
There have been some I've lamented and others I never even knew, but most have touched at least a few people in their own ways, and all shall be missed.<br>
There are far too many to note down here but a few I shall mention are Angus scrimm, David bowie, carrie Fisher and herschell Gordon Lewis. Rest in peace to all.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now onto the rest of the year.<br>
Personally for me 2016 hasn't been too bad. It started as just another year, nowt extraordinary.<br>
Work sucked as usual and life just plodded along.<br>
Then February hit and my 5th wedding anniversary rolled around, spent a weekend in London with the wife. Just time alone without the kids or work and it was peaceful.</p>
<p dir="ltr">After that it was another work slog until June when download rolled around. None of my regular friends were going this year so I went camp loner.....and had one of the best downloads ever. Surrounded by drunk strangers who quickly became close friends in less than 24hours and not a week goes by that I don't think of or talk to at least one if them. Best decision ever.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Download came and went quite quickly and it was a brilliant weekend with much alcohol and metal consumed by all.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Once June skipped over to August it was time for the annual family camping trip....which lasted a grand total of 1 day. We set up the tent and got ready for a week of family frivolity and frantic fun.....aaaaand Harrison came down with chickenpox overnight. He was covered from head to toe. So we packed up the tent the following morning and headed home.<br>
But not to be deterred we borrowed nannas caravan up Ingoldmells and spent the rest of the week there, where we could limit Harrisons exposure to other kids and still have a fun time at the beach and arcades. All in all it wasn't a total bust and fun was had,  even if it was a bit itchy for one family member.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Returning from the holiday Facebook greeted me with an odd gift.<br>
In one of the horror groups I'm associated with, there was an open submission call for short horror stories for a book series called rejected for content. The theme was sanatariums.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> I had been toying with the idea of starting to write again all year, I had already Started several short stories about the zombie apocalypse but not finished them due to having no confidence at all in my work.<br>
So I decided to have a crack at it, I figured the standard to be included must be high and if I didn't get chosen then I would have known for sure I was shit and to give it up.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I wrote a short called 'mother is god' and with the grateful help of Adam Ward, who acted as my mentor and editor, I submitted it. Adam took a look at my work for me and said I could write tension but I was rough around the edges. And with his assistance I ironed out my kinks and bad habits before submitting.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And it is with great pride and humble honour that I can say my story was accepted and has now been printed in RFC5: sanatarium.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Since then things have snowballed at a steady pace. With encouragement from writers such as Jim goforth, toneye eyenot and kitty Kane I have now got the confidence to finish what I tried to start 12 months ago.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Jim, toneye, kitty and Adam have all been detrimental to me picking up the keyboard again and reignited a passion I thought had been extinguished 17 years ago.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And for that I say thank you for everything :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">November then rolled around and I had 2 concerts for my birthday :)<br>
Gary numan playing classics from his first 3 albums and the anathema playing new an old songs. Both gigs rocked hard!! With anathema taking the edge as... Well...they haven't released a bad album for me :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">With that in mind I have a few projects lined up for 2017 that I would like to share with you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I have a werewolf piece I am working on for vampz vs Wolvz 2, which is turning out to be sicker than I originally intended.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I have a couple of other shorts I'm working on for a few other anthologies due our next year. But titles have not been confirmed yet, apart from kitty kanes ABCs of murder, where I have the letter V.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Along with all the anthos I've got lined up I also intend to self publish a collection of my own short stories, once they've been polished and edited, and towards November I plan on releasing my own horror anthology with some close friends of mine as a thank you (they don't know about it yet haha).</p>
<p dir="ltr">So 2017 is shaping up to be a busy year writing wise.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Apart from writing, me and the wife will finally have a kind of honeymoon in August (6years after tieing the knot), I imagine there will be several trips to nannas caravan (excellent writing time) and who knows what else the year shall entail.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just quickly I'm gunna do my favourite books and movies of the year...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Books...<br>
I've read loads this year, not all of then were released this year but I read them this year so I'm counting them ;)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Undead fleshcrave: the zombie trigger by Jim goforth.<br>
5 friends go to a death metal concert where everyone turns into the raving undead....don't wanna say too much as I'd ruin the myriad of gorey surprises in store but this is definitely one of my books of the year!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Blood moon big top by toneye eyenot<br>
Marbles the Clown  gets bit by a feral child and undergoes a horrific transformation over 2 weeks.<br>
BMBT is a novella of sorts that's filled with the icky disturbing transformation of a man from Clown to Wolf.<br>
I finished it in a couple of hours and enjoyed every second, I could not put it down.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wood to burn by Cameron Grace<br>
A collection of sometimes funny but often. Moving poetry by Cameron Grace.<br>
I usually hate poetry of any kind but this one really hit me in the feels every now and again.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Vs: US VS UK and Seasons Bleeding.<br>
I didn't want to put the antho I was in down for my ego is non existent (haha), but I was torn between these two.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Vs is a collection of American horror authors vs authors from the UK and Australia. The tales in here verge from the creepy to the sick to the downright insane, and I loved every goddamn second of it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Seasons bleedings is a horror authors version of secret santa. Each author was given a random author and told to kill them in the most disturbing or festive way possible. And Oh boy do they hit the nail on the head. From a drug and revenge fuelled santa through to a staff Xmas party that verges on the deranged...every story is a killer.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Movies.<br>
2016 has been a bit shit for horror films. To many regurgitations of the same theme, do me a favour and get fucked Hollywood. I want to see original or at least fucked up.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My movie of the year has to be...<br>
The Rezort!<br>
To describe it as jurassic Park with zombies just doesn't do it justice enough. This film is hands down my favourite film of the year.<br>
Featuring a wicked turn from dougray Scott as an ex army hunter, it's worth checking out.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A close second is The Shallows.<br>
A woman goes surfing and getc attacked by a great white and ends up stranded on a rock whilst the tide inexorably draws up on her.<br>
This is one hell of a tension fest. I genuinely felt myself tensing up at parts, plus I have a massive soft spot for shark movies ;)<br>
But this is another awesome horror movie!</p>
<p dir="ltr">My let downs of the year were 31 and The Boy....both massively overhyped and both sucked major testicle!!!!</p>
<p dir="ltr">As always I would like to thank everyone who helped me throughout the year, there have been too many too mention so I'm sure I missed some :)<br>
I'd also like to thank my wife, diane, for sticking up with me and putting up with my dumbass questions throughout the weeks and months.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Well that's about it for <u>2016</u><br>
See you in 2017.<br>
Happy hunting<br>
Mark</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-49811968792187108302016-11-17T07:40:00.000-08:002016-11-17T07:40:05.764-08:00Male Incubation Period
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morning dew stuck to the group that stood around the bed. Although none were
sweating, no one noticed the humidity. They were all too focused on their
purpose to feel the uncomforting atmosphere in the room. They were too determined
upon their soul purpose to hear the pounding rain on the ground above. Time had
ceased its march leaving only this moment. All eventualities had been accounted
for and nothing would disturb the ritual and sanctity of this place. Tonight's failure
or success would determine their fate in the coming war.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">In the fornicating
candlelight, three shrouded figures stood motionless, their eyes fixed upon the
figure strapped to the bed. Each was adorned in heavy, ceremonial robes around
their bodies, which hung close to the mud floor. The robed figure at the head
of the bed held a leather-bound book in their hands and read from it in a
monotonous yet musical tone. Speaking in a language the world had long since
forgotten, they recited the lines over and over. The old words continued to
spill out of the figure long into the hour, without the slightest hint of
doubt. The other robed figures adjusted the tightness of the straps then joined
in with the chant, their hands waved in near linking circles above the abdomen
of the chosen one. This man on the bed had been chosen to be the bearer of
their lord, his stomach swollen with child.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">After the continuous
chanting reached a thrashing and cavorting crescendo, the figures froze. For a
few moments, only the sound of the man's ragged gasps could be heard under the thrum
of the rain. Then, one of the figures stepped briefly into an alcove at the
side of the room and reappeared with a tool tray that held a variety of cruel,
stained surgical utensils. On the tray there was also a bronze bowl filled with
a dark liquid. The figure at the head of the bed placed the book upon a shelf
behind them and pulled down its hood to reveal a youngish woman with short
cropped red hair. The woman took a deep breath and stretched her arms out in
front of her, cracking her knuckles. She then dipped her hand into the dark,
warm blood of a stillborn being. A rush of excitement came over her youthful
features as she lifted her hand from the bowl, being careful to cup the blood
in her palm, and turned to the bed. The other figures removed all their
vestments and stood by the side of bed, naked but for symbols drew in blood
upon their torsos and faces. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Hear us oh
unholy father," the woman said, "I am your deliverer, the bringer of
death. I have come to call forth your resurrection."</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">As she spoke, she
used the blood in her palm to draw a triangle on the man's stomach. Inside the
triangle she began to inscribe dark and demonic symbols.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Lucifer, I open
the pathway to your resurrection. The unborn is your vessel to command and
absorb, become one with the child and enter the doorway to your return," she
finished the blood-drawn pattern with three small inverted crosses placed upon
the outer points of the triangle. "Enter and absolve, unholy father.”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">The man screamed in
agony as lightning crashed outside the lone window and illuminated the room.
The other women started to fidget and fondle themselves as they watched the man
snap violently up and down against his bonds. He grabbed at the tabled edge and
screamed again. His eyes bugged out from his head as the veins on his forehead
writhed around under the skin. The ungodly pattern on his stomach began to smoke.
The blood was burning through his skin. The man’s screams became howls as he
was being eaten alive by the pain coursing through his nerves. As the blood ate
through his stomach it left a smoking hole, the man's head started to shake
from side to side as a white froth erupted from deep in his throat. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Yes!" the
woman screamed and laughed hysterically. "Oh unholy father, come in me!"</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">Then he began to
moan, the sound of a woman about to go into labour.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">The red cropped woman
turned to the others, her face flushed with excitement, "Midwife, prepare
yourself."</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"I am ready,"
said one of the women, slipping her hands into a pair of latex gloves. Her
dark, purple hair shimmered in the fading candlelight as she positioned herself
at the end of the bed. Wiping the sweat from her eyes she tied her hair back
with some rope. After she was sure that her hair was securely tightened away
from her important work, she glanced toward the tray.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Esther," she
said, "scalpel."</span></div>
<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">The red cropped woman
selected the blade off the tray. When the midwife tried to take the scalpel,
Esther held tight and locked the midwife's eyes on her own. "Careful Lisa,"
she warned, "that is your saviour."</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">Lisa met her eyes and
nodded. Taking the scalpel she got ready. The man groaned as she moved the
mechanical stirrups to the sides of the bed and removed the sheet covering his
lower half.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">“Shush Karl, it’ll
all be over soon,” she whispered.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">“Go to hell you
fuck,” Karl growled as he writhed around against his straps.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Come, my
lord!" Esther watched the man pass out from the pain. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Starting the first
incision," Lisa slid the knife into the man’s skin.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">As she slid the knife
through the skin fluids poured out of the cut. The man's belly was soon covered
in thick mucus of blood and fat. After a few more slices the baby’s head was
out in the open; a screaming baby boy. Lisa grabbed a clean cloth from off of
the tray and wiped clean its mouth and nose. Lisa selected the rusty forceps
and applied them to the sides of the baby’s head. Twisting and pulling on the
child’s head as if it was a bothersome wine cork. With a final heave Lisa
pulled the shoulders clear, then the rest slid out leaving a trail of blood and
fluid dribbling down Lisa’s body as she cradled the new-born boy in her arms.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">The third woman spoke
up. "It looks like an ordinary boy, how is that possible?"</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Shut up,"
Esther hissed from the other side of the bed. "What were you expecting Samantha,
a baby with horns and a tail?"</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">Samantha was about to
respond but decided against it when she caught Esther’s venomous eyes. Lisa called
out for a pair of scissors to cut the umbilical cord and she swiftly severed
the last vestige of humanity this child would ever experience. The boy was now
a figurehead and icon of the last war the world would ever see.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">Karl's eyes glazed
over as his breathing became shallow and harsh. Esther gave the final command,
"Quick, finish him before he dies."</span></div>
<br />
<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">Picking up the
scalpel from the tray Samantha also selected a small kidney bowl and worked her
way towards the top of the bed. She rested the bowl underneath Karl’s neck and
with a grin slits his throat.<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">The baby’s cries
filled the room. Its cries turned to screams as Esther lifts him into the air
and carries him over to the brazier burning in the corner. Sticking out of the
fire was an iron handle; the triangular symbol was etched deep into it. The
floor next to the brazier was covered by a piece of blood stained cloth. Esther
lowered the boy onto the cloth and commenced to speak again in the weird
language. Her words were firm and melodious, yet full of a possessed passion. </span></div>
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<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">“Quick now, fetch me
the bowl Samantha,” Esther ordered.</span></div>
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<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">She then retrieved
the iron from the brazier, ignoring the blisters that sprang up on her palm. Samantha
placed the bowl of blood on the floor next to the baby. Dipping the red hot
branding iron into the bowl Esther winced as it hissed and spat at her. She
moved the iron over the baby and let the blood drip over its body, at which the
baby stopped crying. The boy’s hands and feet twitched before becoming still as
his eyes met Esther’s.</span></div>
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<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Now is the time
of your resurrection, our unholy lord and torturer," she said, "Be
one with the child and grow, grow to reclaim what is rightfully yours."</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">Lisa and Samantha
watched from behind. Kneeling close to the Esther each had one hand on the
bloody triangle on their chest and the other buried deep between their legs. </span></div>
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<div style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Arise unholy
one, Arise," the others gasped as the stroked themselves and their
symbols, prostrating themselves before their lord as Esther pushed the branding
iron onto the baby’s scalp. The boy smiled as his flesh was seared with the
occult symbol.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">Esther smiled, her
pale skin stretched tight over her bony features. "So it is written, so it
shall be." She paused for a moment and looked at the others, "Do not
fear, my sisters. That which has been promised shall be fulfilled."</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; margin: 0px;">"Leave that to me.
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-53756008653603778422016-10-27T09:53:00.001-07:002016-10-27T09:53:40.606-07:00Ideas for stories from sleepless nights<p dir="ltr">I had a few ideas for stories I'm currently developing, these are not the final stories, just the rough outline to give you an idea of the weird and wonderful shite my brain spews out in the middle of the night when I'm trying to sleep.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Zombie apocalypse </p>
<p dir="ltr">Hiding in church confessional, zombie starts to confess it's sins before ripping then apart.<br><br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Possession? Elves?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Boy gets possessed/taken, parents try to find real boy, elves/possessed being held against will in an Orchard by old man siphoning their eternal life, parent shoots old man, they give back boy saying thank you for releasing us<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Survivor of war, goes crazy, imagine himself in a town full of people he knows, plagued by monsters, most folks are dead, monsters are a family he mowed down during the war in a bloodrage, personal daemons?!<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Date night, back to woman's place, she has siamese twin in place of one of her breasts, hungry twin </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-41341706097394896822016-10-05T07:14:00.001-07:002016-10-05T07:14:56.814-07:00Unfinished idea<p dir="ltr"><br>
Whispers spread like fire,so many curious eyes watching over her as he tests the new limits of her false reality. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Her willpower has astounded even the most hardened, more disturbed among their kind.</p>
<p dir="ltr">She is their entertainment, a piece of meat to be carved before them, turned into something horrifically beautiful.</p>
<p dir="ltr">No turns taken, no line to be queued. She is a special case, one that has escaped them too many times before. Only one has earned the right to carve this naked being into something more deserving their surroundings.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He carves her flesh, moulding it, stretching and folding, piercing it, as minutes stretch to hours.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The hooks pierce her flesh, blood spilling from palid skin, holding her in place. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Needles thread like a surgeons. In and out of her flesh, flickering faster, the blood pours faster, leaving trails like a motorway of blood lanes, crisscrossing all over her pain wracked flesh. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She feels the pain. She knows the torture is eternal. Yet she showed no sign, gave the teacher no pleasure at seeing her pain. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Only her tears betrayed her. Tiny silver rivers, streaming from her eyes, the only proof she felt the tortures he was forcing upon her.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The gathering masses sighed as the stone Tablet turned red. The blood running through rivulets entrained into the table over eternity. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She arcs her back as his wicked knife plunges through her musculature. Severing tendons and splitting bone. She bites back a scream as the cruel blade pierces through the other side of her arm.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Closing her eyes to the horror being inflicted upon her, she searches her mind for a happier place, a safer place to hide from the pain.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Content in the knowledge that she was hurting, the teacher smiles a grim grin. Adjusting his grip on the blade, he sets to work sawing through the rest of the arm. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-20928089493016341852016-10-01T08:01:00.001-07:002016-10-01T08:01:55.462-07:00Odd dream<p dir="ltr">Last night I had a dream.<br>
Strangely odd.<br>
It was about zombies, of course, but jot your standard.<br>
They were active during the day and in a kind of hibernation at night. But slightest noise would wake them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I've pondered on it today and have put alot into the infections origin.<br>
I came up with something I think hasn't been done before (correct me if I'm wrong).</p>
<p dir="ltr">What if the virus was man-made. But not the standard way.<br>
What if the virus was actually supposed to help the world.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A group of bio-genetists create a strain of fast photosynthesising corn that can grow in any climate anywhere. A cure for world hunger. <br>
On day zero, one of the geneticists bakes some bread out of the new corn and they taste test it.<br>
The coding of the corn starts to combine with human dna and creates a plant infused zombie, that is highly active during the day, but dormant at night.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That's as far as I've got so far, but I reckon with a little research I could flesh it out, so to speak.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-9995605440254247162016-10-01T06:43:00.001-07:002016-10-01T06:43:15.899-07:00Random thought for the day<p dir="ltr">What if spiderman, when bitten by the spider, had gone through a transformation more akin to the fly?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Would people still respect and love a hideously mutated man-spider? Or would they run no matter what good he is trying to do in the world.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Would social conventions allow someone who has the outward appearance of a spider monster to become a hero, or would they force them to end up a villain? </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-59292919147181990632016-10-01T03:00:00.001-07:002016-10-01T03:00:33.880-07:00If cows were gods<p dir="ltr">Something flickered at the edge of Phils vision, a shadow whipping past. He snapped around to stare at the machinery behind him, but beyond the wire grille there was only black. <br>
Sliding off his stool, he worked around the mammoth metal to look behind.<br>
The cow at the trough hadn't moved. It stood in a languid state, it's head resting in the bales of hay, not aware of where it was.<br>
It's tongue lolled gently from one corner of its mouth. <br>
Phil reached out to stroke the cow, his hand gliding down its soft, cold skin.<br>
Looking past its head he could see its stomach had been split from throat to sternum. The sack of organs and guts still hung from the inside of the poor creature, awaiting removal.<br>
Breathing shallow through his nose, Phil tried to mask the rotten stench of offal, blood and shit that permeated the stall, but to no avail. His nose was filled with the scent of death.<br>
Guiding his hand down the cows neck, Phil felt an unexpected wave of sympathy wash over him. It may have been his job and someone had to do it, but it didn't help him sleep at night.<br>
Putting his forehead on the side of the cows head he whispered "gods speed".</p>
<p dir="ltr">"you looking for God in the wrong place fleshbag"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Phil jumped at the voice, glancing around there was no-one there. Turning back to the cow Phil watched as one of the stomachs escaped the organ sack and slapped wetly onto the ground underneath.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"trying to figure out how I work boy?"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Phil took a step back and looked past the cow. There was nothing there.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"I'm here fleshbag, look at me, look at what you've done"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Phils face paled as he watched the cows jaw move to create the words he was hearing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"what did I ever do to you meatball? Why would you hurt me like this?"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"this can't be real, it can't be true" Phil whispered as he stepped back into the machinery behind him.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"it's true bloodsack, it's real."</p>
<p dir="ltr">"but how? Why?"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"you killed me! Ripped me open and left me hanging here to die. I was still breathing when you walked away you fucker"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"but you're dead, and you're a cow!"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"and you killed me. It's time for you to reap what you sow. I have a gift for you Phil"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"a gift?  From a dead cow? What the fuck is going on here?"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"the gift of killing Phil. All day long you blow our brains out and get us with your cruel curved knives. For you it's a job, but for us it's the end. We see its coming, we try to avoid it where we can but in the end we must all go the diamond pasture in the sky. But before I leave I want you to know what we know and feel what we feel"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"what do you mean?" Phil stepped towards the cow.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"we want you to be the killer you are. We can't control out future but we can yours. This isn't a gift of flesh or leather. This is a gift of bovine anger, our internal turmoil you were unaware of."</p>
<p dir="ltr">"but I don't want it" Phil stammered</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Killing is an act of self-realization Phil, it shows a man his true nature, and when you know this, fleshbag, the petty world they tie you to flakes away, and your true self is revealed"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"but-but I..."</p>
<p dir="ltr">"you do not get a choice in this Phil. Your path has been chosen. Accept it"</p>
<p dir="ltr">"no" Phil screamed as he turned to run, slipping on a pool of blood he fell and cracked his head off the trough.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"now is your time meatball, and out time for retribution"<br>
The cows head lowered until it was over Phils shallow breathing mouth. It's neck started to convulse and throb. If the cow was alive it would have been hacking and coughing, but instead it's throat heaved in a hypnotic rhythm. A deep red clot rolled over the cows lolling tongue, slurping and slapping it's way down its length. Reaching the end it made the small drop into Phils mouth with a dull thud. Slipping past his teeth it worked it's way deep into Phils throat.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Phils body twitched and spasmed as the clot worked it's way deep into his system. <br>
Sitting bolt upright Phil gagged and choked as it wormed into his nerves.<br>
His eyes glazed as his face went from pale white to a dark purple.<br>
A blank expression crossed his face. Phil stood slowly, as if his legs weren't his own. Standing, he turned to face the cow.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"good meatball." the cow slurred "now go! Kill our murderers. Be my hand of vengeance"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Picking a curved, serrated gutting knife off the magnetic block on the wall, Phil walked out the door and off into the slaughterhouse. The screams followed soon after.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"delicious" the cow whispered as it's head lolled back to its chest.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-46208024039151972102016-09-30T14:39:00.001-07:002016-09-30T14:39:57.587-07:00The turn<p dir="ltr">Sheets covered in gore<br>
The blood flowed free<br>
Walking with the dead<br>
Through the misted trees</p>
<p dir="ltr">Nervous as I walk<br>
They moan and groan<br>
Limbs drop as leaves<br>
My chances are blown </p>
<p dir="ltr">Legs stumble and fall<br>
I scream in shock<br>
The creatures they come<br>
Starting to flock</p>
<p dir="ltr">My body is stone<br>
I lay frozen in fear<br>
The dead draw closer<br>
My eyes shed a tear </p>
<p dir="ltr">They grasp and grab<br>
Fingers tear deep inside<br>
Internal blood flows free<br>
My life is denied</p>
<p dir="ltr">The tear and they eat<br>
Flesh ripped from bone<br>
My screams sound so weak<br>
I can never go home</p>
<p dir="ltr">My life is over<br>
My body is empty<br>
The dead lust is sated<br>
Nothing left but a testi </p>
<p dir="ltr">An undead March<br>
My moan joins their tone<br>
We walk on in the night<br>
I want flesh on the bone</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-79961038461770177172016-09-30T12:00:00.001-07:002016-09-30T12:00:44.798-07:00Work musings<p dir="ltr">So yesterday at work three words popped into my head....<br>
Flesh to plastic.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wrote them in my ideas pad, not knowing what or where they sprung from.<br>
Then throughout the rest of the day I pondered them.<br>
Underneath those 3 words I then preceded to write...<br>
Teacher?<br>
Torture?<br>
Terror?<br>
In that order.<br>
And so my idea evolved. </p>
<p dir="ltr">What if a serial killer had kidnapped someone, then Stockholm syndrome sets in and they end up taking them on as a student.<br>
Bringing home victims to his/her protégé and teaching them torture.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But then I thought what if the killer was actually a teacher? What if it wasn't one person he was teaching, but a class of prospective killers? <br>
A school for serial killers?</p>
<p dir="ltr">What would happen if the exams were so harsh that whoever got the lowest grade was used in the next test? Survival of the fittest in a school that's killer.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This is an idea I shall be working upon after I've finished my recent submission. <br>
</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02480987973944708144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091754924535143646.post-74922278981687071102016-09-30T11:30:00.002-07:002016-09-30T11:33:11.780-07:00Welcome Avast ye scallywags.....<br />
Naa won't keep that up.<br />
This here is a personal blog of random musings.<br />
Probably be filled with movie reviews, book reviews....whatever I want to review.<br />
But it shall also contain random thoughts on things.<br />
as well as several short stories and story ideas.<br />
I'll just be throwing out whatevers running through my head.<br />
Happy hunting<br />
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