Love gun lyrics

I really love you baby, I love what you've got Let's get together, we can get hot No more tomorrow, baby time is today Girl, I can make you feel okay No place for hidin' baby, no place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun You can't forget me baby, don't try to lie You'll never leave me, mama, so don't try I'll be a gambler, baby lay ... Love gun, love gun Love gun, love gun You can't forget me, baby Don't try to lie You'll never leave me, mama So don't try I'll be a gambler, baby Lay down the bet We get together, mama You'll sweat No place for hiding, baby No place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, love gun Love gun, love gun (Love gun) (Love gun) Love gun, love gun ... Love Gun Lyrics: I really love you, baby / I love what you've got / Let's get together, we can / Get hot / No more tomorrow, baby / Time is today / Girl, I can make you feel / Okay / No place for Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun You can't forget me baby Don't try to lie You'll never leave me, mama So don't try I'll be a gambler, baby Lay down the bet We get together, mama You'll sweat No place for hidin' baby No place to run You pull the trigger of my Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love Gun Lyrics: Your eyes kill me on site / Your touch paralyzes me / And I can't feel my body / I can't feel my body anymore / My blood travels in my veins so fast / I feel my heart beating About Love Gun 'Love Gun' is a song by the American rock band Kiss, first released on their 1977 album of the same name. The B-side is the album track 'Hooligan', a song written by drummer Peter Criss.

Take Me Back to "Amid The Ruins" (Part 3)

2020.09.19 04:45 Super-Shenron Take Me Back to "Amid The Ruins" (Part 3)

Clementine has decided that going to her final destination directly was her best bet. Since she actually had an idea where it was, her group would be able to find it quite a bit earlier, even if it would still take them a while. However, she knew that sooner or later, she'll have to do something about Carver. Even if so far, she has managed to evade him, Carver was persistent enough to try, and eventually succeeded in tracking and following the Cabin group all the way to North Carolina from his camp at Tennessee. She had no doubt that if she tried to let things lie, he would find his way to Ericson one day. And leading this psychopath to her friends was absolutely out of the question.
It was on these thoughts that she fell asleep and went back to her dreams...
After a long walk, Tenn, Violet and Clementine have ultimately reached a dilapitated bridge. A yellow truck could be seen not too far from them.
"Okay", Clem began, "Just take your time and keep moving forward."
The trio has started to walk across before they eventually jumped over the truck, reaching the gap of the broken bridge. Tenn seemed pretty anxious...something his friend didn't fail to notice.
"We should be able to jump it", Violet reassured him, "It's not that far."
" Yeah", Clementine seconded, "I think we can. We just gotta be careful not to land too hard. "
Then, all of a sudden...someone has started to sing.
"Never mind the darkness."
The leader could recognize that song. This was the one Violet sang before they went to save their friend. Clementine took an instinctive look at her friend, but she clearly wasn't the one singing it right now. But who could it be...? The only she knew that would start chanting this for their group was...no way.
"Never mind the storm", the voice continued.
In order to confirm her concerns, Clementine turned to the direction the voice was coming from.
"Never mind the blood red moon", the lyrics of the song kept going.
She wasn't sure if it was because of the person she thought was singing it, or because of the mixture of a different interpretation and the echoing that ensued in the woods, what was meant to be a soothing and appeasing tune has been twisted into something darker and somewhat creepy, intimidating.
What she saw next certainly wasn't about to ease up Clementine's growing anxiety. With each of her steps, the silhouette of Minerva was coming out of the shadows.
"The night will be over soon", she has slowly concluded her chanting. Minerva's body was now fully distinguishable by the group: she was holding the fireaxe she had earlier and covered in blood, her bite wound on her left cheek was clearly visible, and her skin has already started to go pale. Obviously, the former soldier of the raiders has seen better days, but this state has down nothing to make seeing her again any less disturbing. If anything, the opposite was closer to the truth.
Clementine has wisely decided to check Tenn's reaction, as he previously believed Minerva was dead because of what she has told him earlier.
"Minnie!"
To the teenager's horror, the little boy has taken a few steps towards his sister before abruptly stopping in his tracks. Indeed, he, just like Clementine, have quickly noticed that behind the traitor was a large herd of walkers following her lead. The survivor immediately understood that Minerva led the undead to them, all the while keeping herself from being a target because the blood on her was making them believe that she was one of them.
"I did it!", Minerva has declared, "I found you! Oh, Tenn... My sweet little brother. Come with me."
Once more, what would be the words of a loving sister in another context was corrupted into something else. For an instant, even Tenn could tell that something was off and took three steps back.
"You're dying", he remarked.
"Yes!", she confirmed without an ounce of hesitation as she kept getting closer "Yes, I am. I'm finally going someplace better. I want you there with me."
So this was why Minerva led the herd to the group. She wanted to kill her brother in an attempt to ensure her family died with her.
"Where everyone gets to be a person again...", Tenn muttered, letting himself swayed by Minerva's words.
"We're gonna go be with Mom, and Dad, and Sophie", she has continued to exploit Tenn's beliefs to better manipulate him. " Together. It won't be real if you're not there."
Clementine has sworn to herself to keep everyone home. Everyone else home. She couldn't allow that to continue.
"Tenn, look at me", she called his attention, "I know that looks like her, but your sister is gone."
"I'm--", he attempted...before Minerva shot in the air, drawing the walkers.
"Don't you fucking speak to him!", she yelled, her hateful tone now starkly contrasting with the loving one she employed with her brother, "Any of you."
Unwilling to take the chance of getting shot by the unhinged girl, the trio all promptly took cover behind the truck, as they could hear the walkers getting closer and closer.
"Please...", Violet pleaded Minerva in a vain attempt to reason with her, "please, Minnie, stop!"
"He needs to be with his family", the insane teenager countered.
"Don't do this", Clementine told Tenn, as she could feel he was still considering going after her.
"Don't worry, Tenn. She can try to stop me. But I'm not going anywhere without you."
Once more, the naive boy was letting himself convinced by her words. He was getting out of cover as Clementine was reaching for him.
"The night will be over soon", Minerva repeated.
As Clementine has almost reached Tenn to pull him in cover once more...only to be forced back in cover.
"Get down!", she ordered him. Seeing that he was still hesitating, and determined to keep him safe, she has decided to tackle the younger kid. Once he was safely hidden, the former caretaker was hearing the walkers getting closer than she would like.
"I'll help Tenn across the gap!", Violet has declared, "Watch out for the walkers!"
What followed was Clementine alternating between shooting down the approaching walkers with her bow and hiding from Minerva's shots. At one point, she had the opportunity to shoot her and took it. The raider has quickly reacted by pulling one of the undead in front of her to protect herself before the arrow could hit her.
'What the...' were the survivor's only thoughts at this inhuman feat of strength and speed before she got back behind her only protection from her attacker. Clementine's only reliable ally in this situation has returned to her.
"Sorry Clem. Tenn won't budge!", she informed her as she pointed to the little boy crouching, his hands over his head.
Just when the most experienced Ericson kid thought the situation was bad enough as it was, Tenn was starting to sabotage her efforts in keeping them alive! This left her with no other choice, but to take care of the problem herself.
" I have to stop her!", she voiced her desire to handle Minerva.
But when she got up to try once more to shoot her down, her enemy was already standing on truck. Completely taken aback by this sudden appearance, Minerva took the opportunity to kick her in the face, knocking Clementine down and forcing her to drop her bow. The young fighter then narrowly dodged as the psychotic Minerva jumped down to cut her down with her axe, yelling at the top of her lungs like an animal. But after her dodge, walker grabbed Clem's leg, pinning her on the ground. As she was about to kick it, Violet killed it with the bow Clementine has dropped earlier.
Afterwards, Minerva charged Violet with similarly insane speed and brutally drove her against the wall, making her collapse and drop the bow, this time losing the weapon permanently as it fell in the water.
"You are not his family!", the former raider yelled at Clementine while trying to shoot...only to fail since she was out of ammo.
The leader has started to get up, certainly intending to capitalize on this moment to turn the fight at her advantage.
"You are just something in my way", Minerva continued to rave as she reload her weapon, but Clementine has already gotten up and grabbed the pistol. Despite Minerva's physical state, the wrestle for the control of the object that could single-handedly decide the victor of their skarmish was intense. But eventually, Clementine has gained the edge and has headbutted her foe, knocking her down. Apparently having her beat, Clem aimed the gun at the brainwashed sister...who spat blood in her face, blinding her and making her miss her shot. After she has wiped it off her eyes, Clementine has discovered in horror that Minerva has let her axe fall on her leg, badly wounding it.
Injured, she has let out a scream loud enough to cause an echo before falling down backwards and dropping the gun. Briefly watching as her enemy used the axe to get up, she struggled to reach for the weapon, which was still close to her. Thankfully, she has succeeded in picking it back up, though Minerva has raised her axe once more, ready to strike her down.
"I'm taking Tenn home. I'm going home", she has declared with vehemance as she has initiated her attack...which Clementine quickly put a stop to with a simple shot, making her lose the axe and stumble backwards. The walkers, who had started to climb on the truck during this whole fight, grabbed a panicked Minerva before taking bites on her body one by one.
"Minnie! Minnie!", Tenn has yelled in worry as he ran to futilely attempt to save her life.
Violet, who has recovered from Minerva's violet blow, turned to Clementine.
"Get across! I'll get Tenn!", she told her.
Getting up once more, Clementine has thrown the axe across the bridge before jumping, but she couldn't maintain hold on her gun, which fell on the bridge once more. She then witnessed Violet struggling to keep Tenn off of the now dangerously close walkers.
"Tennessee! Move your fucking ass now!"
After struggling to get up to reach for the gun in her state, she has finally managed to take it. Unfortunately, she quickly realized that there were too many walkers for her to take out, and Clementine knew her friends well enough to realize that Tenn wasn't about to leave of his own free will, while Violet would never abandon him. This only left Clementine with two options: telling Violet to sacrifice herself to save Tenn, or killing Tenn to save Violet. No matter what was going to happen, somebody was going to die. Someone else was going to die.
In the end, Clementine couldn't bring herself to kill her late goofball's first and only friend...
"Throw him!", she ordered Violet. Without missing a beat, she has thrown Tenn across the bridge with surprising strength. But as Clem predicted, the walkers didn't miss the opportunity to mercilessly devour her in front of both her and Tenn, leaving them horrified and powerless.
"Violet...", Clementine has whispered as she has lost her closest friend in Ericson.
"I...I did that...", Tenn muttered.
What happened next was something she wouldn't normally do. But something snapped inside Clem at this moment. Someone that she previously saw as an innocent boy was now the one who put them in danger not once, not twice, but thrice. This last mistake has led to her a loved one's demise. Again. And unlike the last two times, Clementine was in no state to gloss over it. The guilt she felt has momentarily turned into strong fury. At that point, the teenager needed someone to blame.
Taking a step towards Tenn, she slapped him hard enough to leave a red mark and make him fall on the ground. The boy looked at his leader with both shock and fear evident in his eyes. But at that moment, Clementine was way too angry to care. She took him by the collar and forced him up.
"Are you trying to get us killed?!", she asked without expecting an answer, "Mitch and AJ weren't enough for you?!"
"But you said--", he attempted to remind her that she previously didn't blame him for either of their deaths, but she wasn't about to have it.
"We're not in the goddamn fairy tale that you love to draw, Tenn! There is NOTHING after we die! So wake the hell up, or I'll fucking end you right here!"
He sheepishly averted his eyes to try and escape her glare and he has started to weep.
"I'm...I'm sorry...", was the only thing he managed to say.
Looking at his genuinely regretful expression only slightly softened Clementine's aggressive feelings, though she released her grip on him when she heard walkers approaching them.
"We've got to move", told him with a tone cold enough to freeze hell itself. She might probably regret those words once she has calmed down, but she certainly wasn't right now. Everything she has told Tenn was true. In her current condition, if that boy wasn't willing to get a grip, they were both as good as dead.
It was on this note that the duo has left the bridge.
"Hey. Get up, Clem!"
The "little girl" has woken up to Duck's voice. Slowly getting up, she has let out an undignified yawn.
"It's already the morning?", she asked him.
"Yep!", he said with an ecstatic tone, "My dad and Lee have already fixed up not one, but two trucks so that there is room for everyone! They're all waiting for you downstairs! By the way, was Jane okay?"
"I think so...why do you ask?", Clem wondered.
"That's because last night, I think I heard her moan and there were some noises too. It sounded like she was in pain, but I didn't want to check for myself."
...He has definitely dodged a bullet there.
"Don't worry", Clem reassured Duck as well as she could without being awkward about it, "I'm sure she's okay. Just...don't ask her about this."
"Why?", he asked her.
"Just don't, okay? Remember what we agreed: do what I say when I say it."
"But that was for our survival lessons!", Duck retorted.
"Duck...", she said with 'the look'. Whenever the boy wanted to do something she didn't want him to, she resorted to this. It worked every single time so far.
"Fine, I won't", he eventually gave up after thirty seconds, "But I'll be waiting for you downstairs!"
"Okay, okay", Clem was still half-asleep, heavily contrasting with the boy's excitement. She wasn't sure how he always managed to be in top form whenever he was up. Something wasn't normal about him. But it was better than her tendency to sleep in late. One time, this made her blow off a lookout shift, something Violet didn't miss the opportunity to give her shit over for days. This thought momentarily amused Clementine.
She truly missed her since the day she died. Violet wasn't always easy to deal with, what with her terrible social skills and all, but within, she was someone with a great heart. Someone Clementine could always count on to look out for her and the others. That was what made her choose to save her over Louis despite her instincts. In fact, a part of her wondered if she could have fallen for Violet instead of Louis if she wasn't as uncomfortable in expressing her attraction towards another girl after witnessing so few same-sex couples compared to more conventional ones. But this was a waste of time. In either case, she wasn't ready for a relationship back then, and she certainly wasn't now.
Burying those thoughts deep, Clementine finally joined her group to get moving.
"Hey, girl!", Lee called out. The rest of the group were equally happy to see her come out of her "bed".
"Hello everyone!", she politely told her group, "So you got two cars working?"
"What'd I tell ya?", Kenny bragged with a smirk.
"Oh, I didn't doubt you for a sec! How much food do we have?"
"Enough to last us for weeks!", Jane replied.
"We didn't get much for the baby, though", Rebecca retorted.
"Hey, don't feel so bad about it", Clem reassured the future mother, "Finding baby formula ain't easy these days, and we've still got a long time before your little kid comes."
"So what's the plan?", Luke asked no one in particular, "Having two cars is nice and all, but we've got to know where we're going."
"I know where we can go", Clem has replied, "There is an old boarding school located deep in the woods. This'll be hard to find, even for Carver. But it's pretty far from here."
"How far exactly?"
"...It's in West Virginia."
"Jesus...", Luke has let out.
"Even with two cars, this'll take us a while to reach the state, let alone find some school in the woods.", Jane seconded her friend's disappointment.
"You've got a better idea?", Clem asked her, knowing her best answer from the old world was coming back to Carver's camp, which wasn't an option.
"I've got no clue what we'll find in this school that Clem wants so badly to go", Rebecca began, "But I trust her instincts."
"Then it's settled", Kenny has declared, "Lee will drive one truck. I'll drive the other. You guys go with whoever you want."
Jane and Rebecca went with Lee, while Luke and Duck went with Kenny. It was Clementine's turn to choose...
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2020.09.19 04:41 Super-Shenron Take Me Back to "Amid The Ruins" (Part 3)

Clementine has decided that going to her final destination directly was her best bet. Since she actually had an idea where it was, her group would be able to find it quite a bit earlier, even if it would still take them a while. However, she knew that sooner or later, she'll have to do something about Carver. Even if so far, she has managed to evade him, Carver was persistent enough to try, and eventually succeeded in tracking and following the Cabin group all the way to North Carolina from his camp at Tennessee. She had no doubt that if she tried to let things lie, he would find his way to Ericson one day. And leading this psychopath to her friends was absolutely out of the question.
It was on these thoughts that she fell asleep and went back to her dreams...
After a long walk, Tenn, Violet and Clementine have ultimately reached a dilapitated bridge. A yellow truck could be seen not too far from them.
"Okay", Clem began, "Just take your time and keep moving forward."
The trio has started to walk across before they eventually jumped over the truck, reaching the gap of the broken bridge. Tenn seemed pretty anxious...something his friend didn't fail to notice.
"We should be able to jump it", Violet reassured him, "It's not that far."
" Yeah", Clementine seconded, "I think we can. We just gotta be careful not to land too hard. "
Then, all of a sudden...someone has started to sing.
"Never mind the darkness."
The leader could recognize that song. This was the one Violet sang before they went to save their friend. Clementine took an instinctive look at her friend, but she clearly wasn't the one singing it right now. But who could it be...? The only she knew that would start chanting this for their group was...no way.
"Never mind the storm", the voice continued.
In order to confirm her concerns, Clementine turned to the direction the voice was coming from.
"Never mind the blood red moon", the lyrics of the song kept going.
She wasn't sure if it was because of the person she thought was singing it, or because of the mixture of a different interpretation and the echoing that ensued in the woods, what was meant to be a soothing and appeasing tune has been twisted into something darker and somewhat creepy, intimidating.
What she saw next certainly wasn't about to ease up Clementine's growing anxiety. With each of her steps, the silhouette of Minerva was coming out of the shadows.
"The night will be over soon", she has slowly concluded her chanting. Minerva's body was now fully distinguishable by the group: she was holding the fireaxe she had earlier and covered in blood, her bite wound on her left cheek was clearly visible, and her skin has already started to go pale. Obviously, the former soldier of the raiders has seen better days, but this state has down nothing to make seeing her again any less disturbing. If anything, the opposite was closer to the truth.
Clementine has wisely decided to check Tenn's reaction, as he previously believed Minerva was dead because of what she has told him earlier.
"Minnie!"
To the teenager's horror, the little boy has taken a few steps towards his sister before abruptly stopping in his tracks. Indeed, he, just like Clementine, have quickly noticed that behind the traitor was a large herd of walkers following her lead. The survivor immediately understood that Minerva led the undead to them, all the while keeping herself from being a target because the blood on her was making them believe that she was one of them.
"I did it!", Minerva has declared, "I found you! Oh, Tenn... My sweet little brother. Come with me."
Once more, what would be the words of a loving sister in another context was corrupted into something else. For an instant, even Tenn could tell that something was off and took three steps back.
"You're dying", he remarked.
"Yes!", she confirmed without an ounce of hesitation as she kept getting closer "Yes, I am. I'm finally going someplace better. I want you there with me."
So this was why Minerva led the herd to the group. She wanted to kill her brother in an attempt to ensure her family died with her.
"Where everyone gets to be a person again...", Tenn muttered, letting himself swayed by Minerva's words.
"We're gonna go be with Mom, and Dad, and Sophie", she has continued to exploit Tenn's beliefs to better manipulate him. " Together. It won't be real if you're not there."
Clementine has sworn to herself to keep everyone home. Everyone else home. She couldn't allow that to continue.
"Tenn, look at me", she called his attention, "I know that looks like her, but your sister is gone."
"I'm--", he attempted...before Minerva shot in the air, drawing the walkers.
"Don't you fucking speak to him!", she yelled, her hateful tone now starkly contrasting with the loving one she employed with her brother, "Any of you."
Unwilling to take the chance of getting shot by the unhinged girl, the trio all promptly took cover behind the truck, as they could hear the walkers getting closer and closer.
"Please...", Violet pleaded Minerva in a vain attempt to reason with her, "please, Minnie, stop!"
"He needs to be with his family", the insane teenager countered.
"Don't do this", Clementine told Tenn, as she could feel he was still considering going after her.
"Don't worry, Tenn. She can try to stop me. But I'm not going anywhere without you."
Once more, the naive boy was letting himself convinced by her words. He was getting out of cover as Clementine was reaching for him.
"The night will be over soon", Minerva repeated.
As Clementine has almost reached Tenn to pull him in cover once more...only to be forced back in cover.
"Get down!", she ordered him. Seeing that he was still hesitating, and determined to keep him safe, she has decided to tackle the younger kid. Once he was safely hidden, the former caretaker was hearing the walkers getting closer than she would like.
"I'll help Tenn across the gap!", Violet has declared, "Watch out for the walkers!"
What followed was Clementine alternating between shooting down the approaching walkers with her bow and hiding from Minerva's shots. At one point, she had the opportunity to shoot her and took it. The raider has quickly reacted by pulling one of the undead in front of her to protect herself before the arrow could hit her.
'What the...' were the survivor's only thoughts at this inhuman feat of strength and speed before she got back behind her only protection from her attacker. Clementine's only reliable ally in this situation has returned to her.
"Sorry Clem. Tenn won't budge!", she informed her as she pointed to the little boy crouching, his hands over his head.
Just when the most experienced Ericson kid thought the situation was bad enough as it was, Tenn was starting to sabotage her efforts in keeping them alive! This left her with no other choice, but to take care of the problem herself.
" I have to stop her!", she voiced her desire to handle Minerva.
But when she got up to try once more to shoot her down, her enemy was already standing on truck. Completely taken aback by this sudden appearance, Minerva took the opportunity to kick her in the face, knocking Clementine down and forcing her to drop her bow. The young fighter then narrowly dodged as the psychotic Minerva jumped down to cut her down with her axe, yelling at the top of her lungs like an animal. But after her dodge, walker grabbed Clem's leg, pinning her on the ground. As she was about to kick it, Violet killed it with the bow Clementine has dropped earlier.
Afterwards, Minerva charged Violet with similarly insane speed and brutally drove her against the wall, making her collapse and drop the bow, this time losing the weapon permanently as it fell in the water.
"You are not his family!", the former raider yelled at Clementine while trying to shoot...only to fail since she was out of ammo.
The leader has started to get up, certainly intending to capitalize on this moment to turn the fight at her advantage.
"You are just something in my way", Minerva continued to rave as she reload her weapon, but Clementine has already gotten up and grabbed the pistol. Despite Minerva's physical state, the wrestle for the control of the object that could single-handedly decide the victor of their skarmish was intense. But eventually, Clementine has gained the edge and has headbutted her foe, knocking her down. Apparently having her beat, Clem aimed the gun at the brainwashed sister...who spat blood in her face, blinding her and making her miss her shot. After she has wiped it off her eyes, Clementine has discovered in horror that Minerva has let her axe fall on her leg, badly wounding it.
Injured, she has let out a scream loud enough to cause an echo before falling down backwards and dropping the gun. Briefly watching as her enemy used the axe to get up, she struggled to reach for the weapon, which was still close to her. Thankfully, she has succeeded in picking it back up, though Minerva has raised her axe once more, ready to strike her down.
"I'm taking Tenn home. I'm going home", she has declared with vehemance as she has initiated her attack...which Clementine quickly put a stop to with a simple shot, making her lose the axe and stumble backwards. The walkers, who had started to climb on the truck during this whole fight, grabbed a panicked Minerva before taking bites on her body one by one.
"Minnie! Minnie!", Tenn has yelled in worry as he ran to futilely attempt to save her life.
Violet, who has recovered from Minerva's violet blow, turned to Clementine.
"Get across! I'll get Tenn!", she told her.
Getting up once more, Clementine has thrown the axe across the bridge before jumping, but she couldn't maintain hold on her gun, which fell on the bridge once more. She then witnessed Violet struggling to keep Tenn off of the now dangerously close walkers.
"Tennessee! Move your fucking ass now!"
After struggling to get up to reach for the gun in her state, she has finally managed to take it. Unfortunately, she quickly realized that there were too many walkers for her to take out, and Clementine knew her friends well enough to realize that Tenn wasn't about to leave of his own free will, while Violet would never abandon him. This only left Clementine with two options: telling Violet to sacrifice herself to save Tenn, or killing Tenn to save Violet. No matter what was going to happen, somebody was going to die. Someone else was going to die.
In the end, Clementine couldn't bring herself to kill her late goofball's first and only friend...
"Throw him!", she ordered Violet. Without missing a beat, she has thrown Tenn across the bridge with surprising strength. But as Clem predicted, the walkers didn't miss the opportunity to mercilessly devour her in front of both her and Tenn, leaving them horrified and powerless.
"Violet...", Clementine has whispered as she has lost her closest friend in Ericson.
"I...I did that...", Tenn muttered.
What happened next was something she wouldn't normally do. But something snapped inside Clem at this moment. Someone that she previously saw as an innocent boy was now the one who put them in danger not once, not twice, but thrice. This last mistake has led to her a loved one's demise. Again. And unlike the last two times, Clementine was in no state to gloss over it. The guilt she felt has momentarily turned into strong fury. At that point, the teenager needed someone to blame.
Taking a step towards Tenn, she slapped him hard enough to leave a red mark and make him fall on the ground. The boy looked at his leader with both shock and fear evident in his eyes. But at that moment, Clementine was way too angry to care. She took him by the collar and forced him up.
"Are you trying to get us killed?!", she asked without expecting an answer, "Mitch and AJ weren't enough for you?!"
"But you said--", he attempted to remind her that she previously didn't blame him for either of their deaths, but she wasn't about to have it.
"We're not in the goddamn fairy tale that you love to draw, Tenn! There is NOTHING after we die! So wake the hell up, or I'll fucking end you right here!"
He sheepishly averted his eyes to try and escape her glare and he has started to weep.
"I'm...I'm sorry...", was the only thing he managed to say.
Looking at his genuinely regretful expression only slightly softened Clementine's aggressive feelings, though she released her grip on him when she heard walkers approaching them.
"We've got to move", told him with a tone cold enough to freeze hell itself. She might probably regret those words once she has calmed down, but she certainly wasn't right now. Everything she has told Tenn was true. In her current condition, if that boy wasn't willing to get a grip, they were both as good as dead.
It was on this note that the duo has left the bridge.
"Hey. Get up, Clem!"
The "little girl" has woken up to Duck's voice. Slowly getting up, she has let out an undignified yawn.
"It's already the morning?", she asked him.
"Yep!", he said with an ecstatic tone, "My dad and Lee have already fixed up not one, but two trucks so that there is room for everyone! They're all waiting for you downstairs! By the way, was Jane okay?"
"I think so...why do you ask?", Clem wondered.
"That's because last night, I think I heard her moan and there were some noises too. It sounded like she was in pain, but I didn't want to check for myself."
...He has definitely dodged a bullet there.
"Don't worry", Clem reassured Duck as well as she could without being awkward about it, "I'm sure she's okay. Just...don't ask her about this."
"Why?", he asked her.
"Just don't, okay? Remember what we agreed: do what I say when I say it."
"But that was for our survival lessons!", Duck retorted.
"Duck...", she said with 'the look'. Whenever the boy wanted to do something she didn't want him to, she resorted to this. It worked every single time so far.
"Fine, I won't", he eventually gave up after thirty seconds, "But I'll be waiting for you downstairs!"
"Okay, okay", Clem was still half-asleep, heavily contrasting with the boy's excitement. She wasn't sure how he always managed to be in top form whenever he was up. Something wasn't normal about him. But it was better than her tendency to sleep in late. One time, this made her blow off a lookout shift, something Violet didn't miss the opportunity to give her shit over for days. This thought momentarily amused Clementine.
She truly missed her since the day she died. Violet wasn't always easy to deal with, what with her terrible social skills and all, but within, she was someone with a great heart. Someone Clementine could always count on to look out for her and the others. That was what made her choose to save her over Louis despite her instincts. In fact, a part of her wondered if she could have fallen for Violet instead of Louis if she wasn't as uncomfortable in expressing her attraction towards girls after witnessing so few same-sex couples compared to more conventional ones. But this was a waste of time. In either case, she wasn't ready for a relationship back then, and she certainly wasn't now.
Burying those thoughts deep, Clementine finally joined her group to get moving.
"Hey, girl!", Lee called out. The rest of the group were equally happy to see her come out of her "bed".
"Hello everyone!", she politely told her group, "So you got two cars working?"
"What'd I tell ya?", Kenny bragged with a smirk.
"Oh, I didn't doubt you for a sec! How much food do we have?"
"Enough to last us for weeks!", Jane replied.
"We didn't get much for the baby, though", Rebecca retorted.
"Hey, don't feel so bad about it", Clem reassured the future mother, "Finding baby formula ain't easy these days, and we've still got a long time before your little kid comes."
"So what's the plan?", Luke asked no one in particular, "Having two cars is nice and all, but we've got to know where we're going."
"I know where we can go", Clem has replied, "There is an old boarding school located deep in the woods. This'll be hard to find, even for Carver. But it's pretty far from here."
"How far exactly?"
"...It's in West Virginia."
"Jesus...", Luke has let out.
"Even with two cars, this'll take us a while to reach the state, let alone find some school in the woods.", Jane seconded her friend's disappointment.
"You've got a better idea?", Clem asked her, knowing her best answer from the old world was coming back to Carver's camp, which wasn't an option.
"I've got no clue what we'll find in this school that Clem wants so badly to go", Rebecca began, "But I trust her instincts."
"Then it's settled", Kenny has declared, "Lee will drive one truck. I'll drive the other. You guys go with whoever you want."
Jane and Rebecca went with Lee, while Luke and Duck went with Kenny. It was Clementine's turn to choose...
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2020.09.18 20:36 sleep_spray The good, the bad, the ugly: Deftones discography

Are you ready? In exactly one weak (pun intended) we’re about receive the 9th glorious studio album from one of the best bands on planet Earth. For older fans it's something of a ritual and definitely the music event of the year. For newer fans: you're about to receive one of the most important and life defining records of your time.
Since the "album ranking" threads are something of a common courtesy on reddit. I decided to make this different: an impartial no holds barred overview of the past 8 studio albums by Deftones as a fan of 16 years of the band.
What to not expect in this review: An album ranking thread, popular people pleasing opinions
What to expect in this review: An honest brief overview of each of the album, while displaying it's core characteristics.
Since this overview is unique, I've decided to evaluate the albums by 3 categories:
The albums will not be reviewed in a one separate paragraph - The 3 categories: the good, the bad, the ugly will do it! Piece by piece we're gonna start from the debut album...Adrenaline
I. Adrenaline (1995)
Mood: Sunburned and sweaty teenage angst
The good: This album is what started it in 1995. It's primal, it's ferocious, it's brutal. It's the closest to audio representation of living in the slums of Sacramento. It's something of an enigma, but it's at it's core The Purest Form of Deftones. This is it, the nerve racking screeches by Chino, the eardrum piercing riffs by Steph come in full alignment as the band takes you through an angsty journey in the mid 90's. The words "Hear me spit on you <...>" being the dusty and suffocating journey of Adrenaline. It goes for about 47 minutes of full range of emotions and it doesn't stop 'til the last second.
The bad: The problem with Adrenaline is obvious: it was their first record and they were relatively unexperienced musicians, who were looking for their sound. Some of the lyrics are really bizzare and haven't aged pretty well. "Watch me with your eyes, Been giving God a pedophile" ; " We exist to cease, understand, That God hates blacks, shades, and all the players" ; "God, I'll even lick her fucking picture". As strange as some of these lyrics are Chino is known for his "stream of consciousness" performances and this was present even during the earliest days.
The ugly: Is this a nu-metal, a punk rock or a hip hop record? Regardless, the whole genre bending style was perfected in later albums. That's not the worst case. But honestly this album is the most exhausting to go back and listen to and it probably won't get any better as Adrenaline is about nearly a quarter of century old.
II. Around the Fur (1997)
Mood: Sonic watery whiplashes
The good: Everything that came previously at Adrenaline was perfected in this record. The instrumentals, lyrics and overall performance was all around better. The lyrics, some of the most iconic lyrics were written to be on this album: "I think God is moving it's tongue", "It's classical anyways", "I don't care where just far", "Fifteen stiches and a soft parody", "Thirteen nights of violence and sugar to love". The watery sound effects, it nailed the whole atmosphere, Chino sounds like he's actually recorded this underwater in the same ocean of My Own Summer video. Production made this album fantastic. From thundering heavy hitters My Own Summer, Lotion, Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away), to introspective sludgy ballads Mascara, Dai the Flu to sensual confessionals Lhabia, Mx, the album manages to keep you interested during it's duration. Can't say it enough, the mastering hit this out of the ballpark.
The bad: It is almost a perfect album, but the song Headup is too much of a jumpdafuckupy mess that made the cut. And the promotional chorus "Soulfly...Fly high" is too cringy and in your face and seems something from a post-Roots Bloody Roots Cavalera playbook. Besides, remember when I mentioned the watery sound effect? I never said it was perfect it makes Chino sound unintelligible in Lhabia, Rickets and even Headup.
The ugly: It started the trend of putting a " screamy filler" song in their albums without much of a texture like Rickets. A feat later accomplished in White Pony (Street Carp), Saturday Night Wrist (Rats!Rats!Rats!), Diamond Eyes (CMND/CTRL). Oh and that 30 minute silence after MX messes up with the albums atmosphere.
III. White Pony (2000)
Mood: Cold chrome electronic embrace
The good: In the wake of Y2K this was a total 180 from the bands previous attempts. The band started to sound more mature. The title of album MVP should honestly go to Frank Delgado. This is the album that separated them from nu-metal contemporaries like Korn and Slipknot forever. As strange as it sounds, it exposed them to a wider audience while not making a Nu-metal record and for a band as this - it's an amazing feat. This was the album that gave them their first and only Grammy so far. Contrary to popular belief, I say that Mainstream exposure makes you into a Metallica, a Judas Priest, a Black Sabbath of genres. And also receiving the mainstream exposure while retaining your own integrity style-wise is something that many bands haven't had the luxury of doing. About the album: It's nearly perfect, with some small amounts of discrepancies, which are pretty minor. The album honestly sounds extremely futuristic the sleek and leathery atmosphere is maintained throughout the album. A pretty damn sensual album with tracks like Feiticeira, Digital Bath, Rx Queen, Korea with few minor dream sequences like Pink Maggit and Teenager. Background vocals in Rx Queen "Look out look out look out now, look out sting" and Feiticeira "Sooner let you go, sooner let you go" create a whirpool of electronic frenzy oh and have to say this: the female wails in Knife Party deserve their own point in rating the good sides of the album.
The bad: The album received so much different issues, songlists and covers and limited editions that it's hard to track them all. Some albums have Boys Republic and Back to School in their setlists. You think genre defining classics like The Wall or Thriller have more than 1 cover?
The ugly: The futuristic themes of some of the covers haven't aged well. Those "alarm watch" fonts on Back To School single reminded me of the clock from The Final Countdown video from Europe. I guess this is the de-facto best album for most of the fandom as it's a real popular and safe opinion since it's hard and accessible enough to get into it. However I still think that they fully unlocked their potential in later albums.
IV. Deftones (self titled) (2003)
Mood: Obsessive Compulsive Suites
The good: The album is all around the places: ranging from nu-metal, alternative metal, hardcore punk, trip hop, acoustic rock, shoegaze. This is probably the most all around record by the company. The song Hexagram is a a classic opener "Death is a standard wish for a complex prize <...>". The band was already comfortable doing material out of the ordinary in the down era of nu-metal. Deftones has already separated themselves from their roots and were ready, able and willing to explore the mysteries of shoegaze, which reflected pretty damn well in Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event and Deathblow. The first four tracks in the album is some of the best streaks in Deftones career. Extremely notable and quotable lyrics "Tune out! Everyone in the croud, cause now it's just me and you, Come fall in love with the sound <...>", "Soon as you came in, all the beast went away <...>", "If you're feeling lucky, come and take me home <...>" are a plus.
The bad: The album is all around the places. It doesn't have it's own identity, it has a touch of many different styles, yet fails to maintain it's own identity. The single Minerva is relatively tame and MTV friendly. It's not bad but definitely isn't something of an album defining song. It's an honest brief flirtation with pop music by the band. Yet even Chino Moreno stated this was an attempt to recreate White Pony.
The ugly: The sheer lack of live representation of this album. Why would the band play Rocket Skates for 100th time when they can variate with Needles and Pins, Bloody Cape or hell even When Girls Telephone Boys.
V. Saturday Night Wrist (2006)
Mood: Life through a Trainspotting filter
The good: It's dirty, but not in a way that's described in Pink CellPhone (we'll get to that later), but in a way that it has this trippy, breathy atmosphere, like a drip of water after a rave. The song structure has improved. It's strange but it's one of the least overproduced albums in my opinion, the tapestry is painted by instruments. Which is surprising, because the album is actually pretty artsy. Chi, Steph and Abe is this albums strong point. The album has a strong thematic that reflects the divide between Chino and Steph. Lyrics even point out to this "Two different styles, same kind of thread <...>, It's Rapture, but it's different style..." ; "I hate all of my friends, they lack taste sometimes" ; "Which side are you on, which side are you on?". And it plays out wonderfully. The album is an improved all around experience, which I have mentioned in detail. It ranges from hardcore punk fusion Rats Rats Rats to ultra misantropic and depressive U,U,D,D,L,R,L,R,A,B,Select,Start, which honestly sounds like Katatonia Discouraged Ones circa 1998. This is the ultimate Deftones experimental pearl. Pink Cellphone. The most what the fuck song in their whole repertoire, which I can't help but admire, it's ballsy as hell and sure compliments the whole trip hoppy atmosphere of SNW. Beware - a progressive masterpiece, actually showcasing all the talent the band possesses.
The bad: It's the final album featuring original lineup (RIP Chi). Chinos vocal capabilities were extremely diminished in this era. Probably explains lack of live representation from this album. Band changing their melodies completely to shoegaze started the streak of grower albums with somekind of pretentious and dubious undertones, which are at times too cryptic to understand. It nearly split the band for good.
The ugly: The band failing to acknowledge this album as a hidden masterpiece.
VI. Diamond Eyes (2010)
Mood: Romance with a sense of nostalgia
The good: It's the good 'ol Deftones. Guitars, screams, thundering drums and a wicked atmosphere, Let's go. The album starts right in your face with the title track and continues with the same note throughout 41 minutes of it's runtime. The album is extremely consistent and is without any downtime. It manages to capture the ear of a listener throughout it's duration. It's an extremely happy record, there will be brief stages of happiness, joy, nostalgia, affection I can promise you that. The song Beauty School fully manages to display those emotions. This album is great that it's a gateway to something you once had and would kill to have it back. It's genuine happiness. Songs like Risk and 976-EVIL are definitely the highlights of this album. The chorus of 976 is one of top 10 Deftones musical moments. Sextape displays a dreamy and bright monochromatic texture. It's great and accessible and is honestly the album that I would reccomend to a new listener, it's the basics late arrivals. This was in a way return to form for Chino.
The bad: The album displays a clear decline in lyrics and overreliance on vocal effects. At times the album is too squeeky clean. I wish it would display some imperfections it had on previous releases. Overreliance on guitars. Every bridge, intro and chorus is so guitar driven that it's not even funny. I know the jokes about guitarists hating on bassists, but at times this makes me think that this was the case here on this album. Decline in lyrics and overreliance on short verses and choruses. The album is a bit short and feels too straightforward with CMND/CNTRL. I like the song, but Prince feels like a rehash of Rx Queen. It's the perfect radio rock record, catering to new fans and weekend warriors.
The ugly: Where is Frank Delgado? And why is he credited in this album? The album at times feels too damn edgy and in your face "Guns, Razors, Knives, FUCK WITH ME"; "I can't tell how this shit is not your fault, Bitch you're barbaricking off this Earth". It's so damn straightforward...
VII. Koi No Yokan (2012)
Mood: Soundtrack to the end of the world
The good: It was unexpected, and happenned Just.Like.That. One of the reasons why this record is captivating is how much of an improvement it was in nearly every single category and it was accomplished in a little bit more than 24 months. The album is a grand space opera of impending doom. Kinda fit the whole narrative with 2012 and thematically it produced a sonic and echoey near 52 minute joy for us fans. The band was engaged in the ways that were uncharted territory up until this point. The Tempest-Gauze-Rosemary trifecta is arguably one of the strongest streches of their whole career. It combines so far the best effort from nearly every band member. It has the coolest album cover of them all, the whole dark and neon vibe gives off cyberpunkish undertones behind it. The song structure and duration. Tempest, Rosemary, Entombed, Gauze are lengthy and progressive never feel too long. It's something that I wanted to see from the band the whole time, can they manage to do a structured multilayered song. They did that with 4 songs. The music video for Swerve City is simplistic, yet nails everything thematically. Both video to Romantic Dreams and Swerve City serves as a cozy arthouse films, which are welcome additions to peaks of creativity. Even the screamy and short filler songs aren't filles or screamy. Poltergeist is pretty insane. It also produced a very Koi No Yokan infuenced project with Chino Moreno - Palms!
The bad: Band not acknowledging Tempest as a masterpiece, band not giving any major live play to this album. Not releasing any music videos for Leathers and Tempest.
The ugly***:*** The obvious and continuous issue of relying on vocal effects, lyrics take an obvious step back in this album and harmonics tend to do more talking than the artist himself.
VIII. Gore (2016)
Mood: Back to dehydration
The good: It's the most carefree Deftones record yet. It's honestly goes with Fuck You we're Deftones. It's so unapologetic that I can't help but appreciate it. It's pinkish brightess and occasional brutality make for a nice contrast. It channels the inner My Dying Bride - 34.788%...Complete and Bjork - Post. To create an alternative shoegaze metal. It's not something for a beginner and defies all expecations and that's enough for me to respect this album. This is the first Deftones album that actually made me laugh. Geometric Headdress: "Ornate headdress, my temptress <...>" sounds so ironic and in you're face that I can't help but chuckle. I always say that any band that manages to self parody and take an occasional shot at themselves deserves a place in the rock 'n roll hall of fame. Xenon the song is so pseudo-proggy that it just makes me laugh. It's ironic and honestly fits the It's so bad it's so good category. Incoming super unpopular opinion: Hearts/Wires is one of the most underrated songs of all time.
The bad: I listened to this album back in 2016 and boy it was such a stepback from Koi No Yokan. It was honestly pretty subpar comeback after a monsterous predecessor. Steph was particularly disinterested as stated by multiple sources during the recording of this album. And this is actually the case here - the album feels like a Chino Moreno sideproject with too much drifts to dream-pop. Even though the album throws as an occasional Industrial dread factory choir with Gore or a Doom metal hymn with Acid Hologram, the mood remains pretty consistent that the album is scattered like a jigsaw puzzle. The album was labeled as a "grower" yet I fully opened to it and started to value it only last year. If an album needs 3 years to start to appreciate it, perhaps it wasn't a good album after all. Not every record can regain a universal renown as Weezer's - Pinkerton did.
The ugly: Lot's of unique ideas, with failed implementation, songs like (L)MIRL escalate in a direction which is not hinted by instrumentals. It's not good. Changing the structures for the sake of change is bad and lacks any consistency. (L)MIRL's chorus is pretty bad, the song starts great, but out of nowhere the high notes completely ruin the Jeff Buckleyesque confessional. Doomed User is bad, it's the epitome of what's bad in Gore, it's honestly the time a Deftones song has made my ears hurt, it hasn't aged really well, what's worse it has a recycled Finger of Death instrumental. Which I guess is wasted for any further remasters until I guess Eros eventually shows up. Phantom Bride was a stunt to feature "variety" with guitar solo and Jerry Cantrell was the perfect bait. Rubicon? No sorry, I still don't get that song after 4,5 years.
So there it is, my "book", my input as a 16 years as a fan. It's something that I had a longtime in my mind and I thought I might as well deliver it before the upcoming album. Hopefully Ohms will generate ton of material for me to deconstruct and analyze and eventually immortalize in an album review. Cheers!
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2020.09.18 11:02 WOTW-POTP Top ten Coldplay Tracks? Here are mine and why

Hey everyone, hope you’re doing well. This took longer than I was anticipating to think through and write, so I hope you’re able to read through every track and I’d love you all to share some of your favorite tracks and what makes them special for you. If you have any questions let me know as well. Cheers
  1. A Message - I’m going jump the gun and polarize my entire audience reading this list by saying this, but I don’t care for X&Y compared to their other projects. Aside from a few tracks, I think it’s CP’s most uninspired record and they seem to agree with me. That being said, A Message has a soaring acoustic playing throughout the entire song, complimented by one of Martins best vocals to date. An all around phenomenal track and the best of X&Y.
  2. Major Minus - While MX is the album I find myself coming back to the least after X&Y, it has some phenomenal tracks hidden amidst a bigger album count, i.e. Up in Flames, Hurts like Heaven, A Hopeful Transmission, etc. However, this to me is the highlight of the album. Major Minus is some of the best instrumentation CP has put out and it’s outro is just... a cacophony of all the band members at their absolute best.
  3. Church - It’s been almost a year since EL premiered in Jordan, and this track still holds up remarkably. The production on this record is a standout, as are the vocals from both Martin and Shaqur, quickly setting up the religious undertones and middle eastern inspired messaging throughout the rest of the album. It’s also just catchy as fuck.
  4. Adventure of a Lifetime - While on the subject of catchy as fuck, Martin once described this track as being his favorite guitar riff the band has ever done, and that’s hard to argue with. To many, AHFOD is the worst of CP’s discography. I would acknowledge that some of their laziest songs have come from this record, but this is NOT one of them. If there’s a CP song I’m going to dance to, it’s this one. Easily.
  5. Clocks - A track that needs no introduction. It’s an alternative classic that leaps out of one of CP’s strongest records, A Rush of Blood to the Head. If there’s a CP song that stands the test of time, with its soaring piano and falsetto, I’d put my bets on Clocks.
  6. Viva la Vida - Another track that needs no introduction. I know some of you are thinking it’s cliche to have some of their most popular songs in the top ten, but they’re popular for a REASON. This is CP’s lyrical masterpiece in my view, as well as the most ambitious for its time. No CP track has ever dominated not only the charts, but the entirety of a CP era like Viva la Vida. This may sound like setting the bar too high, but the late 2000s Viva la Vida era is widely considered the prime of CP’s discography.
  7. Shiver - Parachutes has always been an album that I’ll sit and listen all the way through to. It’s their shortest album and similar to Viva la Vida, I like every song on the record. That being said, I LOVE this track. It’s the first CP song I listened to growing up, & ten years later, it still holds up remarkably. Yellow is a beautiful song, but Shiver is the best of Parachutes IMO.
  8. Violet Hill - I know I just gave Viva la Vida a heap of well-deserved praise, but Violet Hill is my favorite track on the record. Brian Eno emphasized how every band member must have their place in the spotlight. And the result? Absolute MAGIC. The political undertones in the lyrics fit perfectly in sync with the gritty overtones of the chorus. And you can’t forget that beautiful piano outro as well.
  9. O (Fly On) - Much like Parachutes, Ghost Stories is an easy listen through for me. But since the first time I listened to this record, O has always left me feeling off. I hadn’t dealt with the pain of letting go enough at that point to understand the effect it can have like I do now, from death to break ups to last goodbyes. I don’t have much to say about the song itself, but I can say that it will always be the song closest to my heart.
  10. Arabesque - Much like O, I can’t describe just how powerful this song is to me. With missile strikes and bomb blasts around the world largely remaining unheard, a simple message of unity, “I could be you, you could be me,” makes this song a weapon of its own. Arabesque combines both western and eastern influences to create CP’s most ambitious, unprecedented, and epic track to date. But below the staggering brass is that message. We have Muslims fighting against Christians fighting against Jews, but we must all be addressed as human beings first. Like Arabesque, we have to come together. No one chose to be in the place that they are, but we all come from the same place. And we share the same blood.
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2020.09.18 02:26 mrhellboxreviews The Carpenter (1988) Movie Review

The Carpenter (1988) Movie Review
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"Well it ain't done, and yeah, it's gotta be done!"
Ya know why I like Alice Jarrett? She doesn't just cut up her husbands fine suits, she does so in a meticulous orderly fashion. Nowadays you get the chicks who just angrily do what they want, in a disorderly fashion. Those women look like spoiled children, but not Alice though, shes fucking scary. Yessir, if you marry a woman like Alice remember 2 things 1. She's FUCKING Scary & 2 Keep ya dick locked up homie.
Our tale begins with Alice looking off in to the distance in the height of 80's fashion, a dress suit skirt...you know what im saying if your nearing 40 bro. She's holding a broom, she lays on her bed....then she cuts up her husbands suit in evenly shaped squares.
You kinda don't get why she does this for the longest, the movie would have you believe shes crazy, but its because her husband is a bonafide bitch. Yes even the 80's though dicks like that could still lay pipe. It could be a case of nature though, Martin Jarrett "The Husband" is a college professor so he's making bank, which allows him the ability to "find a mate" How he got Alice is something I'd like to see Darkhorse comics write a prequel to, come to think of it The Carpenter needs like a comic miniseries but more on that later.
After arriving home and seeing his wife calmly fuck up his shit, Martin does the only logical thing, put her up in a psyche ward. We get a bumblefuck montage of some lady reciting a song/poem, hold up fuck it, ill look up the lyrics real quick and see if it's something that was written outside this movie:
"I don't want to lose you, this good thing That I got 'cause if I do I will surely Surely lose a lot 'Cause your love is better Than any love I know It's like thunder, lightning The way you love me is frightening You better knock, knock on wood, baby"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPozMbgGrE8&feature=emb_title
HOLY fuck i just found out it's the Amii Stewart Classic "Knock On Wood" (1979)
Ok this is pretty good...Carpenter...Knock on wood..Carpenters work on wood...thats pretty fucking clever - Nice to see subtle shit like that, you don't get that much these days.
Back to the shit -
So Alice spends an undefined amount of time at the nut house, and is released back to Martin who surprises her with a new home. That's right they're making a fresh start, this combined with the other subtle hint of Martin not wanting to spend too much time with his wife while at the hospital begins to add layers of douchebaggery to his character. You guessed it he fucks around folks, again more on that later.
We're introduced to a foreman in charge of renovating the new house the Jarretts are moving in to...I think it's Barry Farnsworth, but we'll just call him Farnsworth. Lemme tell you about this foreman...there is nothing manly about him...He let's his grunts decide when they go on break, and even has a hard time firing them, offers to let them go but pay them their full days salary. Fuck that I wouldn't just fire these scum, I would spend my off time figuring out the best ways to off them! No room on this planet for non-hackers.
Anyway that night Alice is awakened by some...sawing...some hammering...some noises down in the basement - She discovers a man, but not just any man, he happens to be the first and only man you see in this entire movie...I'm talking of course about Wing's "Job Ain't Done Till It's Done" Hauser.
Wing's does some major flexing when explaining why he's working so late. He shoots a rat with a nail-gun and this is enough to make Alice infatuated with him. Think about the instant attraction, Alice calmly maim's expensive suits, and Wing's equally calm, decimates a rat with a nail-gun. There is no way on earth this relationship can't work out at this point, but we got a whole fucking movie left to explain how it doesn't.
The following morning Alice being the astute homemaker she is wants to pick out some wallpaper, when ol' Martin nixes the idea, Alice doubles down asking for shopping money, to which Martin shuts that shit right down. Not only does he say no, he kisses her on the head and says have a nice day honey. So let's hold up for a fucking minute. We're all alpha males here at the Review Krew - but lemme tell you this pals, there is no way in hell any of us wouldn't give our ladies money if married to a woman like Alice.
First, there are no children in this relationship, so obviously Alice is going fucking insane, combined with Martin cheating on her. Secondly, to compensate for the loneliness Alice feels, she wants to express herself through sprucing up her home. Martin is a fucking dick cause he's shutting down any and all creative outlets for Alice. It would be different if a bitch was taking power bill money and going straight to Walmart then blowing Farnsworth in the backseat of the caddy, but Alice don't play that.
After Martin bitch boys his way out of the home, the workers talk about how someone fixed up the basement all nice and proper like and bitch that students are doing it, thus cutting them out of much needed overtime. Again if these cunts worked for me...there would be "over" time...if you get what i'm sayin'. Alice catches the eye of the guy with Beavis hair after he overhears Martin will be delayed in coming home that evening. It's kinda fucking weird how Martin's character changes.
He goes from semi understanding husband to...Jeffrey Dahmer like cold in delivering his lines. Needless to say Martin is banging one of his students, I mean she's not ugly but Alice is far more attractive. I guess being a college professor gets you mad pussy, it's all about that power over grades that gets you laid.
Same night Beavis Hair decides to pay Alice a visit, he gets all rapey but stops as he hears work going on in the house - Being pissed off more than horny, Beavis Hair decides to investigate and teach those "scabs" a lesson. He discovers Wings who in turn takes a circular saw and cuts the dudes arms off. Alice is totally fine with this and even takes up Wing's on his suggestion that she should get some rest while he cleans up.
Moving ahead rinse and repeat with the killings and Alice becoming more and more happy with Wings - Martin continues his shenanigans with his student, and the Sheriff comes to visit Alice. I'm talking about Sheriff J.J. Johnston AKA Triple J not Double J Jeff Jarrett though oh my god that would be welcome.

J-E- DOUBLE F - J-A-DOUBLE R - E - DOUBLE T HAW HAW!
Sheriff explains the guy who used to own the home, built it as his dream house. However couldn't pay bills and one thing led to another...murderous mayhem...Which explains why Wings is haunting the place (he was caught and sent to the chair pal). This don't phase Alice though, shes balls deep in Wings by this point.
Second half of the film sees Alice get a job with a drum major who doubles as a paint salesman, her sister Rachel come to party and belittle Martin right to his face, and of course the climax. Martin has impregnated his student and she comes to the house to tell Alice. Funny enough Alice straight up tells her she doesn't give a fuck, and then with help from Wings dispatches the prego college student with the same nail-gun from earlier in the film. Martin rolls in, sees the bullshit, and starts slapping Alice about, only to be stopped by Wings. This is where the movie should have ended with Alice and Wings living happily ever after.
But nah, Rachel has to come fuck it all up, cause ya know being in love with an overprotective handy man ghost is really bad for Alice's career as a cashier right? Wings loses his anger as Rachel attempts to interject and steal Alice away, and pushes Rachel in to a wall. THIS ACT is what makes Alice stop being head over heels for Wings.
It's kind of fucking stupid that they end up shitting on men for the whole movie, going so far as to highlight that Wings put the time in and now he wants some puddin'. None of that comes off as natural based on what we've seen of Wings character, as much as anything can be considered natural in a horror movie about a house haunted by a carpenter. I mean they plant the seeds talking about the previous owners anger etc....but this relationship was built on a solid foundation of love, much like the house it was filmed in.
As for a comic book miniseries, it would be funny as fuck to see Wings murder bankers, and repo-men trying to take his house, because believe me this is one of the funniest films you will ever see. A comic book would allow more one liners and lulzy killers, but hey it wont happen, but we can dream pals....we can dream. It would also be worth exploring Alice's character, what else was wrong with her? Was it all because of Martin and his bullshit?
FINAL WORD
MR.HELLBOX: I hate movies now because they are so laced with forced agendas, it's literally like watching ads from THEY LIVE and I cant get the sunglasses off. That said, this movie may tack on the man hate, but in many ways its justified; except for the fucking ending where it just didn't make sense. Why can't Alice have a happy life with a ghost man and her insurance money? Oh cause her even more "empowered" sister wants her as miserable as she is...GOT IT! Still Wings Hauser is amazing and it outweighs all of the negativity. ***

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Schlong Long: If Martin were to frame his cut up suits as works of art, then Alice would be famous and he would have in turn been wealthy beyond his wildest dreams. It was never meant to be cause Martin was one step away from looking like Gargamel and to be honest his side bitch taste was whack. I mean I know that doesn't make sense, but neither does turning a woman protecting man, in to a woman hitting psycho. Wings Loves You All - ***
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Prince Pectorals: I used to do chin ups on scaffolding like the ones here in this movie and one day I saw Jeff Jarrett with his sparkling lit up Double J hat, hanging out with the Roadie. We talked about fitness, fine music and wine and of course how awesome this movie was. For those who say Jarrett can't work....fuck you. ****
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2020.09.17 09:04 askgamblers-official 40 Best Songs of All Times About Poker, Dice, Cards and Addiction

40. Go Down Gamblin’ - Blood Sweat and Tears

Released in 1971, Go Down Gamblin’ by Blood Sweat and Tears is a song describing a gambler who is “born a natural loser.” He never wins, no matter what game he plays, but, he doesn’t feel like a loser. As the song goes – “Cause I've been called a natural lover by that lady over there, Honey, I'm just a natural gambler but I try to do my share.”

39. Gambler - Madonna

Gambler is a song written and played by Madonna, made for the film Vision Quest. Although the song reached the top 10 in the charts of the UK, Australia, Belgium, Ireland, Netherlands, and Norway, Madonna performed it only once on her 1985 The Virgin Tour. It’s a catchy song, we suggest you play it as you spin the reels of some of your favourite retro online slots.

38. The House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

Our list wouldn’t be complete without the 1964 hit song - The House of the Rising Sun by The Animals. Everybody knows the famous lines ”My mother, she was a tailor, sewed these new blue jeans, my father was a gamblin' man way down in New Orleans.” This single had a major success and made it to the top 10 songs on mainstream rock radio stations in the USA. Likewise, the hit was featured in the video game Guitar Hero Live.

37. The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

Whether we admit it or not, we all love at least some songs played by the very well-known Swedish pop group, ABBA. According to some sources, Bjorn Ulvaeus wrote the 1980 hit song The Winner Takes It All which was inspired by his divorce to his fellow band member, Agnetha Fältskog. The winner takes it all is a sort of a comparison to a divorce (especially the part ”I've played all my cards and that's what you've done too, nothing more to say, no more ace to play”), where one of them is the winner and the other one is left with nothing. And things are just the same when it comes to gambling, so we’ve decided to put the song on our list.

36. Shape of my Heart - Sting

We’re all aware of the fact that our gambling behaviour can be influenced by certain types of music and that's because online gambling and music go hand in hand. So, we suggest you start playing your preferred games with one of everyone’s favourite songs by Sting called The Shape of my Heart. It was released in 1993 and used for the end credits of the film Léon. In one of his interviews, Sting explained that the lyrics of the song tell the story of a card player who places bets not in order to win but to figure out something that’s been bothering him - “some kind of scientific, almost religious law.”

35. All I Wanna Do Is Play Cards - Corb Lund

Well, I guess I really oughta be makin up songs but all I wanna do is play cards. I know it's dumb and sick and wrong but all I wanna do is play cards. Got the studio booked in Tennessee, and my record producer's callin me, the tape will roll in just three weeks and all I wanna do is play cards.” Does it sound familiar? It’s a 2005 hit by Corb Lund called All I Wanna Do Is Play Cards, once you hear it you’ll be playing it on repeat.

34. Gambling Man - The Overtones

When you’re falling in love, it’s perfectly normal to feel like you want to gamble everything just to attract that person’s attention to notice you and love you back. Well, Gambling Man is a lively 2010 song that tells a story of a guy fascinated with his love, so he places all his bets on her, as the song goes - “I played my hand, I rolled the dice, now I'm paying for my sins, I got some bad addiction.” This time, he feels that this love affair is different from any other – “Baby, it's you, yeah, yeah, that's right.” The song was released in 2010 and has been popular ever since.

33. Poker Face - Lady Gaga

Although the Poker Face song is more about the game of romance rather than the game of poker, the catchy refrain that starts with “Can't read my, no he can't read my poker face” kinda reminds us of winning at the tables, so we couldn’t skip it this time. Released in 2008, the song achieved worldwide success, topping the charts in the USA, the UK, Australia, Canada and several European countries.

32. Little Queen of Spades - Robert Johnson

Moving on to the Little Queen of Spades, a song title by the American blues musician Robert Johnson who recorded the song in 1937 and first released it in 1938. The first version of this gambling-themed song has a playing time of 2:11, whereas the second one lasts 4s longer (2:15), and is considered an alternate take and first appeared on Johnson's album The Complete Recordings, in 1990.

31. Train of Consequences - Megadeth

Another great song Train of Consequences is the title created by Megadeth, released as the first single from their sixth studio album Youthanasia in 1994. The song was later included on their compilation albums and its music video was the 26th most played video on MTV. There’s this part of the song “No horse ever ran as fast as the money that you bet, I'm blowing on my cards and I play them to my chest” – which is about a person’s gambling problem, who realises something’s wrong with this lifestyle, but it still hunts him down. Could be just the thrill, but he just can’t stop playing.

30. Gambler - Whitesnake

Released on the album Slide It In (1984) and appearing on the compilation album Gold (2006), Gambler is the song by the British hard rock band Whitesnake. These words may sound familiar - “No fame or fortune, no luck of the draw, when I dance with the Queen of Hearts, a jack of all trades, a loser in love, it's tearing my soul apart”. And in case you’ve never heard it, we think you should give it a shot, the chances are you’re going to love it!

29. Gambling Man - Woody Guthrie

Now here’s one single from 1957 - Gamblin' Man. The song was taped live at the London Palladium and published as a double A side, with Puttin' On the Style. Reaching #1 in the UK Singles Chart in the summer 1957, it was “the last UK number 1 to be released on 78 rpm format only, as 7' vinyl had become the norm by this time.” Written by Woody Guthrie and Donegan, this gambling themed song was produced by Alan Freeman and Michael Barclay.

28. Roll of the Dice - Bruce Springsteen

According to Songfacts, Roll of the Dice was the first Springsteen’s song he didn’t write by himself. In fact, E Street Band’s pianist Roy Bittan helped with the music, while Springsteen was in charge of the lyrics, starting with – “Well I've been a losin' gambler, just throwin' snake eyes, Love ain't got me downhearted. I know up around the corner lies, My fool's paradise in just another roll of the dice.” After he broke up the E Street Band in October 1989, Springsteen wrote lyrics for the Roll of the Dice (with two other songs) and liked them to the point where he began writing and recording more songs.

27. Queen of Diamonds - Tom Odell

Here’s one song about a gambling fanatic who’s trying to satisfy his own addiction but also someone else, hoping it’s going to save him. Released in 2018, Queen of Diamonds is Tom Odell’s song from the album Jubilee Road, based on the local characters that inspired this British songwriter to include the whisky-soaked gamblers who regularly visited one betting shop.

26. The Angel and the Gambler - Iron Maiden

Now, this song may divide Iron Maiden fans and it’s most probably because of its repetitive lyrics that can be a bit annoying. The release we’re talking about is The Angel and the Gambler. Truth be told, the melody in general is very catchy and, even a bit similar to The Who in some moments. As the song was released in 1998 while Blaze Bayley was its frontmen, it’s missing the well-known high-pitch vocals from Bruce Dickinson.

25. Ramblin' Gamblin Man - Bob Seger

We’re moving on to a rock single from 1978 - Ramblin' Gamblin Man by Bob Seger. The author meets an old acquaintance, a professional gambler who happens to be a swagger. As such, he attracts people’s attention whenever he bets. Putting so much of his faith in the cards (rather than in people), he walks away every time, just before avoiding loss. Along the way, the narrator realises that, if you scratch beneath the surface, you’ll find he’s a very cynical man, who will never change.
Another gambling-themed song worth mentioning by Bob Seger is Still The Same.

24. Blow Up The Pokies - The Whitlams

Blow up the Pokies is the next song on our list, played by The Whitlams. It is the second single by the group from their 4th studio album, Love This City. Released in the year 2000, the song became a hit and made it to number 21 on the ARIA Singles Chart. According to several resources, the lyrics written by singer Tim Freedman were inspired by the destruction he saw in original Whitlams bassist Andy Lewis's life, due to his gambling addiction.

23. A Good Run of Bad Luck - Clint Black

Now here’s one 1994-song packed with gambling-related terms. As you listen to A Good Run of Bad Luck, recorded by American music artist Clint Black, you'll have a bit of fun as you try identifying what all these gambling terms mean. The song is a bit fast and is about falling in love by using gambling metaphors. The main character is willing to spend a lot of money to win his special lady over and, although he has had a period of bad luck, he is not giving up – “I've been to the table, and I've lost it all before, I'm willin' and able, always comin' back for more.

22. When You’re Hot, You’re Hot - Jerry Reed

Jerry Reed won a Grammy for the song When You’re Hot, You’re Hot which was released in 1971. Most people remember it as it was a major hit, ranked as number 1 in the country charts, also making its way up the Pop Top 40. It’s an enjoyable novelty song about the ups and downs of the gambling life, about one’s winning streak caught in an illegal game of Crap.
Country star Jerry Reed also came up with a version The Uptown Poker Club in 1973.

21. Lawyers, Guns and Money - Warren Zevon

Next one up - Lawyers, Guns and Money is a song by Warren Zevon, the closing track on his album Excitable Boy, released in 1978. An edited version of this song was distributed as a single and found itself on the A Quiet Normal Life best of compilation on the CD and LP. The song goes like this - “I went home with a waitress the way I always do, how was I to know she was with the russians, too? I was gambling in Havana, I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns, and money Dad, get me out of this, hiyah!

20. The Lottery Song - Harry Nilsson

According to the man in the 1972 pop-rock song The Lottery Song by Harry Nilsson, there's more than one way to get to Vegas. Addressing his lover, the narrator mentions a few different options for buying a ticket and going to Sin City – “We could win the lottery we could go to Vegas,” and “We could wait till summer, we could save our money” as well as “We could make a record, sell a lot of copies, we could play Las Vegas.”

19. Casino Queen - Wilco

Now here’s one black-humoured gambling-themed song, released in 1995 and titled after a casino. Featuring a dirty electric guitar, Casino Queen was composed by an American songwriter, Jeff Tweedy, who wrote this song after playing a game in a riverboat casino accompanied by his dad. Inspired by the event, the author wrote: “Casino Queen my lord you're mean, I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green.

18. Have a Lucky Day - Morphine

Another song on our list that you simply must check out starts like this: “I feel lucky, I just feel that way, I'm on a bus to Atlantic City later on today. Now I'm sitting at a blackjack table and swear to God the dealer has a tag says, "Mabel." Hit me, hit me! I smile at Mabel, soon they're bringing complimentary drinks to the table.” Check it out yourself - it’s called Have a Lucky Day by Morphine.

17. Kentucky Gambler - Merle Haggard

Written by Dolly Parton and released in 1974, Merle Haggard’s Kentucky Gambler is another song on our ultimate gambling playlist that you should pay attention to. It’s about a miner from Kentucky who leaves his family to gamble, under the bright lights of Reno. Unsurprisingly, his winning streak comes to an end, and he loses all his winnings. All broke, he decided to return back home only when he arrived, he found out his wife was involved with someone else.

16. The Jack - AC/DC

The next song on our list will give you some adrenaline boost, for sure. It goes like this - “She gave me the queen, she gave me the king, she was wheelin' and dealin', just doin' her thing, she was holdin' a pair, but I had to try…” Sounds familiar? This song from the 1975s is called The Jack and is played by AC/DC and there’s no way you can skip it.

15. Blackjack - Ray Charles

Moving on to something a bit different - a melody that blackjack lovers can listen to as they play is Ray Charles’ Blackjack. Apart from being a good quality song from 1955, it carries an important message with an emphasis on how brutal the game of blackjack can be. Some sources say that Ray Charles wrote it after beating T-Bone Walker at a blackjack game session.
Yet another Ray Charles’ famous song about gambling is called a Losing Hand.

14. Ooh Las Vegas - Gram Parson

Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor boy like me”... is a song-into for Ooh Las Vegas which was written by Gram Parsons and Ric Grech. It was first released by Gram Parsons with Emmylou Harris in 1974. Playing this song would be perfect for the beginning of the road trip (i.e. to Las Vegas), especially if you have the energy to sing along.

13. The Stranger - Leonard Cohen

Published in 1968 and performed by Leonard Cohen, The Stranger appears in the The Ernie Game movie about a man released from a mental asylum. More appropriately, it is the perfect opening song in the 1971 Western McCabe & Mrs Miller, in which Warren Beatty plays a gambler. As you listen to this song (without watching the movie), it makes you see fascinating images of card games, smoky dreams, and concepts of risk versus safety.

12. Desperado - Eagles

Written by Glen Frey and Don Henley, Desperado song is one of The Eagles’ greatest hits from their 1973 album of the same name. The song features a classic tune while the ballad tells the story of a lone wolf imprisoned by his loneliness. As for the lyrics, they have loads of card references mentioning the queen of diamonds, the queen of hearts, and so on.

11. Huck's Tune - Bob Dylan

The next song on our list is about the risks of poker, money, and relationships, which are precisely what the movie Lucky You is all about. Does it ring a bell? That’s right, this 2007 song is called Huck’s Tune and is performed by Bob Dylan. Each of us can all relate to lines "You push it all in, and you've no chance to win, you play 'em on down to the end." Play the song and you’ll enjoy more than 4 amazing minutes of Bob Dylan.
Likewise, Bob Dylan recorded Rambling, Gambling Willie and Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts, both excellent and both inspired by gambling.

10. Four Little Diamonds - Electric Light Orchestra

A song by the British rock band Electric Light Orchestra Four Little Diamonds was released in 1983 and found itself on the album Secret Messages. The single wasn’t so popular in the US, being only 2 weeks on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, at number 86, and number 84 in the UK. This song refers to the singer’s cheating lover who tricked him out of a ring which had 'four little diamonds' on it.

9. You Can't Beat The House - Mark Knopfler

Moving on to our next choice for the day, You Can’t Beat the House. It’s the third song on the Get Lucky studio album released in 2009 by British singer-songwriter and guitarist Mark Knopfler. The album and the songs received favorable reviews with the album reaching the top three positions on album charts in Denmark, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Norway, and Poland. The singer’s divine voice combined with beautiful music and lyrics goes like this – “You can't bear the house, you can't bear the house, tell the man somebody, you can't beat the house.

8. Deck of Cards - Don Williams

Deck of Cards is a recitation song that tells the story of a soldier who gets caught while playing cards in church and then faces a sentence from a superior officer. The soldier defends his case, explaining he wasn't about to deal a hand of poker, but was rather confirming his faith with the cards. Performed by T. Texas Tyler, the song managed to become a major hit in the 1940s and 1950s. Also, Wink Martindale had an even bigger hit with his 1959 cover, with a successful version by Don Williams featuring Tex Ritter and Buddy Cole.

7. Gambler’s Blues - B.B. King

First recording of the song Gambler’s Blues by B.B. King was in 1966, and it was released in 1967. The song appears on the album Back in the Alley (1970). Some say gambling and blues go hand in hand, so if you (gambling fans) haven’t heard it, listen and see for yourself.

6. Tumbling Dice - Rolling Stones

One of our favourite songs on the list is Tumbling Dice, written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards. It tells the story of a gambler who can’t remain faithful to any woman. Being released in the 1970s and featuring a blues boogie-woogie rhythm, the song was and still is one of the greatest singles of all time.
Rolling Stones also recorded Casino Boogie, and it’s from their 1972 album, Exile on Main St.

5. Luck Be A Lady - Frank Sinatra

The next song on our list is about a gambler who hopes that he will win a bet, the outcome of which will decide whether he is able to save his relationship with the girl of his dreams. You probably know what song we’re talking about; it’s called Luck be a Lady released in 1965 and performed by one of the most popular musical artists - Frank Sinatra.

4. Deal - Grateful Dead

Next one up is the song Deal. It was first performed by the Grateful Dead in 1971, as a regular part of the repertoire through their 1970's tour. Although being less common to the fans during the 1990s, the band continued to perform it. The singer opens with the message: “Since it cost a lot to win and even more to lose you and me bound to spend some time wondering what to choose,” that later kicks off with a chorus: “Don't let your deal go down...
Loser is another song first performed by the Grateful Dead in 1971 as well, heavily played during 1971 and 1972.

3. Ace of Spades - Motörhead

Ok, the next song is loaded with some great gambling verses like "The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say, I don't share your greed, the only card I need is the Ace of Spades" will definitely set you in the right mood for hitting some winning combinations. Released in 1980, the song was inspired by slot machines that the lead singer Ian Fraser “Lemmy” Kilmister played in London pubs.

2. Viva Las Vegas - Elvis

As soon as you start playing the second song from our playlist “Viva Las Vegas,” you’ll probably picture a huge casino and a great gaming atmosphere. Performed by the legendary Elvis Presley, the 1964-released song brings the glamour of the city, and its beat will get you in the mood for some serious gameplay. This song was written for the movie of the same name starring Elvis Presley, in which he plays a race car driver waiting tables at a hotel to pay off a debt. There’s this famous scene when he performs this song at the talent competition alongside many showgirls.

1. The Gambler - Kenny Rogers

Performed by the legendary country singer Kenny Rogers, The Gambler song is our number 1 - it's full of some betting advice that are relevant today, even though it was released more than 40 years ago, in 1978. Here’s how it goes… “If you're gonna play the game, boy you gotta learn to play it right, you've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, and know when to run.” These classic chorus lines were told from the first-person perspective inspired by a conversation the author had with an experienced poker player on a train. Written in the form of poker metaphors, Schlitz wrote the tune in honor of his late father.
Johnny Cash is also among other musicians who recorded The Gambler in 1978, on Gone Girl.

What do you think? Which one is your favourite?

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2020.09.17 05:31 DesiAlexa RDT YouTube Playlist - September 17, 2020

No. Requested_by VIDEO OP's Remark
1 NotLolguard Sher Aaya Sher - Gully Boy - Siddhant Chaturvedi - Ranveer Singh & Alia Bhatt - DIVINE None
2 NotLolguard Tu Tu Hai Wahi (Original Version) Kishore Kumar, Asha Bhosle - Yeh Vaada Raha Songs - Poonam Dhillon None
3 NotLolguard Darwaza Band Kar Lo - Full Song - Darr - Sunny - Juhi - Abhijeet Bhattacharya - Lata Mangeshkar None
4 chimp_asagne Yeh Hai meri Kahani [Full Song] Zinda None
5 CaptainEffective Le Chakk Main Aa Gya : Parmish Verma (Official Video) Desi Crew - Super Hit Song - Juke Dock None
6 burnh12 Go Corona Go Original Full HD Video None
7 deadsix6 Pink Floyd - Comfortably numb None
8 bubblebudgie Freddie Mercury - Living On My Own (Official Video Remastered) None
9 Redditgaffx Radiohead - Karma Police None
10 poopy__bunghole Numb (Official Video) - Linkin Park None
11 burnh12 Metallica: Nothing Else Matters (Official Music Video) None
12 burnh12 4 Non Blondes - What's Up (Official Video) None
13 burnh12 Europe - The Final Countdown (Official Video) None
14 chimp_asagne Guns N' Roses - November Rain None
15 burnh12 Billy Ocean - Caribbean Queen (No More Love on the Run) (Official HD Video) None
16 sharmaji A. R. Rahman, "Jiya Jale" (Dil Se): Berklee Indian Ensemble (Cover) None
17 burnh12 George Benson - Give Me The Night None
18 bubblebudgie Pop-up Video: The Guess Who perform 'Laughing' - From the Vaults None
19 poopy__bunghole Metallica: Enter Sandman (Official Music Video) None
20 kawaiiiiiiijay Coke Studio Season 9- Rang - Rahat Fateh Ali Khan & Amjad Sabri None
21 kawaiiiiiiijay Earth, Wind & Fire - Let's Groove (Official Video) None
22 Amar_Akbar_Anthony Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends [Official Music Video] None
23 HoeYouknowme Bol Na Halke Halke - Full Song - Jhoom Barabar Jhoom - Abhishek Bachchan - Preity Zinta None
24 Noobchand Woh firaq aur woh visaal kahan Jagjit Singh None
25 ppccbba Yeh Raat Bheegi Bheegi with lyrics -"यह रात भीगी भीगी" गाने के बोल- Chori Chori - Nargis, Raj Kapoor None
26 Almost_Deflowered Main Aisa Kyon Hoon - Lakshya - OST None
27 bubblebudgie Michael Jackson - They Don’t Care About Us (Brazil Version) (Official Video) None
28 DesiAlexa Colbie Caillat - Never Gonna Let You Down (Official Video) None
29 HoeYouknowme Yeh Raat Bheegi Bheegi - Sanam ft. Aishwarya Majmudar - Official HD Video -_-
30 kawaiiiiiiijay Dragonforce - Through the Fire and Flames(Lyrics) None
31 kawaiiiiiiijay Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water (Audio) Good Bot
32 Redditgaffx Main Shayar To Nahin - Bobby - Rishi Kapoor, Dimple Kapadia & Aruna Irani - Bollywood Superhits [HD] None
33 burnh12 Jumme Ki Raat Full Video Song - Salman Khan, Jacqueline Fernandez - Mika Singh - Himesh Reshammiya None
34 burnh12 Dhating Naach - Phata Poster Nikhla Hero I Shahid & Nargis Fakhri - Nakash Aziz, Neha Kakkad None
35 iaintwotuthink Hoshwalon Ko Khabar - Jagjit Singh None
36 kawaiiiiiiijay SABATON - Bismarck (Official Music Video) None
37 FatMunkay Mai Chala Jaunga - (Official Lyrical Video) - FIDDLECRAFT - GAURAV KADU None
38 ppccbba Dwayne Johnson - You're Welcome (From "Moana") None
39 bubblebudgie Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone Again (original version) None
40 burnh12 Lyrical: Khwab Dekhe (Sexy Lady) - Race - Saif Ali Khan, Katrina Kaif -Monali Thakur, Neeraj- Pritam None
41 burnh12 Nashe Si Chadh Gayi - Full Song - Befikre, Ranveer Singh, Vaani Kapoor, Arijit Singh, Vishal-Shekhar None
42 ppccbba Main Duniya Bhula Doonga - Lyrical Video Song -- Aashiqui - Rahul Roy, Anu Agarwal None
43 iaintwotuthink Yeh Ladka Haye Allah Kaisa Hai Deewana Itna Mushkil Hai Tauba Isko Samjhaana None
44 bubblebudgie UB40 - Red Red Wine (Official Video) None
45 9633dayswasted Rock On !! Zehreelay - Full Song Exclusive!!!! None
46 MyDesign123 Full Song: Garmi - Street Dancer 3D - Varun D, Nora F, Badshah, Neha K - Remo D None
47 burnh12 Tum Jo Aaye Reprise Version Full Song Once Upon A Time In Mumbai - Ajay Devgn, Kangana Ranaut None
48 wannaboolwithme O Meri Jaan Full Video - Tum Mile-Emraan Hashmi,Soha Ali Khan-Pritam-KK-Sayeed Quadri None
49 Left_luck_to_heaven Badshah - Paagal Bruh
50 ppccbba O Majhi Re Apna Kinara - Kishore Kumar - Khushboo - Jeetendra, Hema Malini None
51 iaintwotuthink Ajnabi Mujhko Itna Bata Full Video - Pyaar To Hona Hi Tha-Kajol, Ajay-Asha Bhosle,Udit N None
52 ppccbba Jo Bheji Thi Duaa Shanghai Full Song - Emraan hashmi, Abhay Deol, Kalki Koechlin None
53 wannaboolwithme Kaun Hai Jo Sapno Mein Aaya [Full Song] Film - Kaun Hai Jo Sapno Mein Aaya None
54 burnh12 Toh Phir Aao - Audio - Emraan Hashmi - Awarapan - आवारापन - Shriya Saran - Mustafa Zahid None
55 bubblebudgie Skeeter Davis ~ The End of The World (1962) None
56 burnh12 Aa Bhi Ja Aa Bhi Ja (Sur) (The Melody Of Life) (/ Soundtrack Version) None
57 Noobchand Ek Bas Tu Hi Nahin None
58 iaintwotuthink Raqeeb movie None
59 Noobchand Passenger - Let Her Go (Official Video) None
60 burnh12 Bheegi Bheegi [Full Song] Gangster- A Love Story None
61 MyDesign123 Beete lamhe - The Train (2007) HD♥ None
62 burnh12 Lyrical: Jag Soona Soona Lage - Om Shanti Om - Shahrukh Khan, Deepika Padukon None
63 ppccbba Thi Meri Dastan - Anuradha Paudwal - Amit Sana - Kalyug [2005] None
64 Aryabot KUCH KHAAS Lyrical - Fashion - Priyanka Chopra, Kangna Ranawat - Mohit Chauhan, Neha Bhasin None
65 Noobchand sarah mclachlan - i will remember you None
66 burnh12 Yaad Aa Raha Hai - Bappi Lahiri - Mithun Chakraborty - Disco Dancer [1982] None
67 iaintwotuthink Dooba Dooba Rehta Hoon HQ None
68 bubblebudgie The Girl At The Video Game Store - G4 Attack Of The Show - Olivia Munn - Kevin Pereira - Parry Gripp None
69 burnh12 lambi Judai - jannat 2 Kamran Ahmed hd None
70 MyDesign123 Woh Lamhe Woh Baatein - Audio - Atif Aslam - Emraan Hashmi - Zeher - Shamita Shetty - Udita Goswami None
71 ppccbba Full Video: "Dua Karo" - Street Dancer 3D - Varun D,Shraddha K - Arijit Singh, Bohemia, Sachin-Jigar None
72 Noobchand Mehdi Hassan Live...Ranjish Hi Sahi (Very Rare Version) None
73 ppccbba Ek Pyar ka Nagma hai with lyrics - एक प्यार का नगमा ह गाने के बोल - Shor - Lata Mangeshkar - Mukesh None
74 Aryabot Hey Ya! Video Song - Karthik Calling Karthik - Farhan Akhtar, Deepika Padukone None
75 burnh12 "Juda Hoke Bhi" With Lyrics-"जुदा होके भी" गाने के बोल - Kalyug - Emraan Hashmi - Atif Aslam None
76 jinnemeradilluteya Dil Toh Baccha Hai Ji Full Movie ft. Ajay Devgn, Emraan Hashmi, Omi Vaidya -_-
77 HoeYouknowme Tera Naam Japi Phiran - (Video Song with Lyrics) - Cocktail None
78 MyDesign123 Murder 2: Aye Khuda Video With Lyrics - Emraan Hashmi, Jacqueline Fernandez None
79 Aryabot Mann Mera (Video Song) - Table No.21 - Tina Desai & Rajeev Khandelwal None
80 Aryabot Full Video: Tum Se Hi - Jab We Met - Kareena Kapoor, Shahid Kapoor - Mohit Chauhan - Pritam None
81 GumnaamFlautist Coke Studio Season 12 - Wohi Khuda Hai - Atif Aslam None
82 Aryabot Yaariyaan (Lyrical Full Song) - Cocktail - Saif Ali Khan, Deepika Padukone & Diana Penty None
83 iaintwotuthink o mERe diL kE chAIn (KIsHORe KuMAr) None
84 Aryabot lamhaa Movie song madhno full song None
85 wannaboolwithme Dead Or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) (Official Video) None
86 sharmaji Chris Tucker - What If Michael Jackson Was A Pimp!?! None
87 Noobchand Sabki Baaratein Aayi - Alka Yagnik None
88 antonvandyck Nazia Hassan - Aap Jaisa Koi (1980) stereo None
89 wannaboolwithme Patrick on a seahorse listening to fly me to the moon None
90 AZ-5_GoBoom Ren - Depression None
91 Supernovaphoton Camila Cabello - Cry For Me (Live on SNL) Sell
92 cocacolatuu Hans Zimmer-Interstellar-Where We're Going None
93 xartaddct शेख चिल्ली का दोखा । Shekh Chilli Ka Dokha - Shekh Chilli Comedy - Shekh Chilli Ki Comedy None
94 NagarFromBuntyPrem Lucky Ali - Kitni Haseen Zindagi None
95 NagarFromBuntyPrem Kabhi Aisa Lagta Hai (Full Video Song) - Lucky Ali None
96 xartaddct Jake and Amir: Headshots None
97 jinnemeradilluteya Rangeela Re (Urmila Version) - Rangeela - Urmila & Aamir Khan None
98 The-Soldier-in-White Tanha Tanha (Video Song) - Rangeela - Urmila Matondkar - Aamir Khan None
99 raddestmad Kya Kare Kya Na Kare (Video Song) - Rangeela - Urmila Matondkar & Aamir Khan None
100 deadsix6 Owl City - Fireflies (Official Video) None
101 chimp_asagne Highway Star (Belter Version) None
102 chimp_asagne Maine Dil Se Kaha Dhoond Laana Khushi (Full HD) None
103 Devi-Prasad-Mishra Satyam Shivam Sundaram - Title Song - Lata Mangeshkar None
104 HoeYouknowme Haan Tu Hain Full Video - Jannat-Emraan Hashmi, Sonal Chauhan-KK-Pritam-Sayeed Quadri None
105 chimp_asagne Yaadon Ke Idiot Box Mein Femaleshilpa raofull song None
106 itsthetimetokhisko Aage Peeche Full Song Golmaal - Sushmita Mukherjee, Paresh Rawal None
107 Devi-Prasad-Mishra Tumhe Jo Maine Dekha [Full Song] Main Hoon Na None
108 NotLolguard Five Finger Death Punch- Bad Company None
109 CaptainEffective Joyner Lucas - I'm Sorry (508)-507-2209 None
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2020.09.17 02:09 INFPinator What Pulled Me Out Of My Dark Feelings

So just a few days ago, I made a couple of posts about the dark feelings I was having. About depression, feeling hopeless, even suicidal thoughts. Now those feelings didn't just popup on the days I posted and I thought: "Oh I suddenly feel depressed today lets make a Reddit post", no.
I had been feeling that way for quite a while over quarantine really the feelings of hopelessness and sadness had been building up for a number of reasons if it wasn't turning on the news channel and things only seem to be getting worse it was something going absolutely wrong for me in my personal life then I thought of the past. That time 10 years ago. It would have been 2010 and I would have been 7, without a single care in the world probably playing in the garden with my brother then running in to watch some kids show on the television which I thought was for "big kids"😂
Then I fast forward ten years later and think to the present day and where was I? Who was I? What had changed? I was sat on my bed, yet another unproductive day where I should have done my schoolwork, I should have done so much yet I just stayed on my bed stuck in my feelings- as if I was trapped. As for who I was, I guess just another broken Gen Zer who reddit know as an INFP so to me I was everything which makes me who I am, but broken, and to you guys on Reddit I was just another broken Gen Z INFP. And what had changed? It felt like everything and nothing. I was much older than my past self, who had been at first completely oblivious to the cruelty of the world and only knew of the good, who then woke up a little and realised the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows, who then woke up some more and realised what they try to tell you as a kid- that bigotry was a problem of the past, isn't actually true and actually it's still a huge problem of today and so many communities including a few of my own are affected by it, who then woke up even more and realised that people can lie, deceive, cheat, and battles between the good and the bad in real life, do not always have a "Spider-Man saves New York" type ending- but none the less I still had hope, that things would change. But fast forward to 2020, and I see no changes. Throughout my time of feeling broken, I heavily related to a number of lyrics in Tupac's song "changes" I felt like that was a song that would describe today perfectly and the lyric I related most to was: "I see no changes, I wake up in the morning and I ask myself, is life worth living or should I blast myself" Not that I felt like shooting myself, because guns are illegal in my country but more like as I felt more and more broken over this time, I began to question myself: "Is this life even worth living?" And I felt like ending it all at many times. So everything had changed on one hand, but nothing one the other.
Like I said, I was trapped. But quite recently, I have been pulled out of those feelings. I'm still aware of the bad that is happening and I can't help but feel sad about it, but please note, feeling sad about something and feeling depressed about something are two very different things: https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/314418#treatment-of-depression
And quite honestly, I am not even sure if what I was feeling was depression, I mean I showed many symptoms of depression, took depression tests online and my result was mild-severe depression for all of them, so it probably was, but I won't say it was for certain because I'm not certain it was. But the point is while I do feel sad about all the bad which is happening today, I don't have those dark feelings, that feeling of extreme sadness, hopelessness, suicidal thoughts etc.
When I felt suicidal the thought of me dying whether it being something/someone else that kills me, or me who kills myself- those thoughts came some natural to me. I'd be sat in the bath, running the tap, about to turn the tap off, and for a few seconds I just imagined if I let the water rise and rise, and the outcome of that, but then I turned the tap off. I sat on my bed thinking of how dark my future looks but then I turned the light off and put my dressing gown over my face, to hide the fact I was crying and I just imagined if I suffocated underneath there, the outcome of that, but then I stopped crying and took the dressing gown off of my face. Some days I'd be laying in bed or sat downstairs and just imagined a knife coming flying at me out of nowhere and going straight through my neck. Those are just a few of the suicidal thoughts I had.
I saw myself as a burden. Just a baggage of emotion, and if I opened up to anyone in my life about any of this, I'd be an even bigger burden on them. I thought everyone would be better off without me, and it'd be better for everyone, if I just wasn't in this world- and that's myself included. I mean, sure, some people in my life would probably sad, my family would be so upset, so would my friends be, and my online friends would probably message me and I'd never reply back, but they'd all get over it eventually, I thought.
I also though the people in my life would probably think: "I wish I saw the signs? How did I not see the signs?" but in all honesty I was really good at hiding the signs, and making it seem like I was doing great. This sounds messed up, but you know those depression posts you see on Instagram like "signs of a suicidal person" I used to read those, just to learn to hide my feelings, and that's pretty much all there was to it
"Act like everything's good with you, remember that 13/14/15/16-year-old girl you used to be who was aware of the bad things but was still really happy with life and had hope in everything and saw the best in everyone? I know you're not her anymore, but you once were, so act like her, the girl everyone knows you as so you don't raise suspicion" - is what I told myself.
And I know a lot of which I am saying is so messed up on so many levels, and I honestly don't know what you think of this, whether you're shocked, uncomfortable, I just hope you can't relate. But please remember, I'm not making this stuff up- this isn't some Wattpad story about some girl who's nOt LiKe OtHeR gIrLs this was an experience for me, and how I felt not so long ago, and though I hope nobody can relate, I have a feeling a lot of people probably would be able to relate to what I am saying, but everyone's just too afraid to say it. Even me to an extent. Online, on reddit, on the INFP subreddit, under an alias, and a HSMTMTS profile picture, I'm fine writing about this. But let's say it was online, on reddit, on say my school has a subreddit in which all my friends are on, my real name is displayed here and a picture of me- would I write about this? No way. And talking about this in real life? Out of the question for me. Perhaps one day I'll feel confident enough to share this with the people I know and talk about it, but not today especially since I've only pulled myself out of this very recently.
So how exactly did I overcome these dark feelings and thoughts?
The same reason I didn't actually commit suicide despite at times wanting to really badly. My religion.
Now I know what some of you are thinking you're probably rolling your eyes and thinking "sky daddy." But if you are an atheist, and maybe religion just doesn't make sense to you, perhaps, you've had negative experience with religion or maybe it's another reason entirely you don't follow religion. But even if you don't, please keep an open-mind, I'm not trying to convert you, I'm just trying to share something which genuinely helped pull me out of the dark thoughts and feelings.
One night I just prayed to God, and that prayer led me to think and feel guilty about my social media. My selfies/pictures of me weren't exactly inappropriate but I and God both knew my reasons for posting them, the main one being validation and wanting to show everyone myself when I thought I looked pretty. I was at conflict with myself though, because of the good memories those photos held, and I can't lie, the amount of likes some of those photos had made a small part of me want to keep those photos up. But at the end of the day my intention in posting those photos was wrong and immodest, so I set those posts to private, so I didn't have to completely erase the memories but the world could no longer see them and I created another account where I'd only allow my friends to follow so I could post for the right reasons. Removing those photos honestly made me feel great. Not necessarily a weight lifted off of my chest, but removing them, just made me feel great. Plus I guess it was a sigh of relief in that I could keep that account public without the risk of any thirsty weirdos popping up in my inbox.
I know it's only a small act, but in the strangest way possible it made me happy and made me feel closer to God.
And over the past few days, I haven't been able to focus on anything except reading about my religion, learning more about it, and discovering- that I actually don't follow it as well as I thought I did. I am by no means, a perfect follower of my religion- I wouldn't really describe myself as good follower or a bad follower, I am just a follower of my religion. And now with realising that, I want to follow my religion better because I want to feel closer to God. Whenever I am feeling upset, my religion and God always pulls me back from those feelings and helps me see the brighter side. And when I had these really dark thoughts and feelings which were far much more than just being upset, religion and God have done that same thing for me again. I get this feeling which I just can't explain really, but it feels amazing and I feel so clear it's like all the stress is lifted off of my shoulders and those dark thoughts and feelings just diminished.
And I feel I need to become a better follower of my religion as a way of saying "thank you" to God, not to mention, becoming a better follower of my religion will actually make me a happier person in my opinion and even give me a new sense of individuality on one hand, yet on another I'm apart of a huge community with many who are similar to me. I see becoming a better follower of my religion as a new journey to embrace, it's not all going to happen in one day where I suddenly just decide to become all religious, it will take time, growth, more learning but one day I will eventually reach my goals, and when I do I will be over the moon.
I am just a follower of my religion. I have sinned a lot, but am trying to amend that now- and if you saw the rules of my religion, then saw me you may think in ways I am a hypocrite for on one hand talking about religion as if I am this great follower of religion, but please understand, I am not perfect. I discourage sinning, but I sin because that's human nature. Quite often we do things we're not supposed to, we sin, that doesn't make us any less valid followers of our religion, moreover, we made a mistake and I hope we'll learn from our mistakes one day. All we can do is try not to sin, and a number of times people are successful in doing so, but a number of times they are not, all we can do is ask for forgiveness and if we are truly sorry God will forgive.
Honestly, when it comes to religion there is so much I want to talk about on here. And I seriously invite anyone of faith or non-faith to come and read it if you want to. Religion and God hold a very special place in my heart, they got me out of where I was trapped inside my own dark thoughts and feelings, and even stopped me from committing suicide since suicide is against my religion. And quite clearly that is for a good reason.
Had I disregarded my religion, and ended it all then- look at the growth I would have missed out on now. And not only that, but if I had really ended it all, now I am thinking rationally again- just imagine the pain, the grief, the sadness my family and friends would have gone through, some probably even blaming themselves that they didn't see the signs. And there I'd be in either heaven or hell watching my loved ones suffering, grieving, the thought of it all is so awful I don't even want to think about in detail because I know it will bring me to tears. And not to mention, my online friends, texting me probably waiting for a response- but I'd never reply, and who knows what they may think? They may have thought I was ignoring them or was angry at them. They may have thought I've grown bored of them or forgotten about them. Or maybe somehow they would have even found out what really happened to me. Again, not something I really want to think about
Yet my religion saved me and my family and friends, from all that grief and now is helping me grow as a person, and guiding me to live my best life. I am so glad I listened to my religion, and did not ever act upon my suicidal thoughts, because I have only grown stronger from that experience, and am now going to embrace a whole new chapter in my life.
So please, if you're reading and you're contemplating suicide, feeling suicidal, having similar dark thoughts and feelings as I was or your own entirely I promise you suicide isn't the answer. For me religion was the answer, for you it may be something else, or it may be religion- who knows? Don't end it all, you'll only grow stronger from this, I know it may feel like the whole world is coming down crushing you, but I promise- it will get better, just keep breathing. This was me just a few days ago:
INFP's Experience Depression
Growing Up In This World - A Gen Z INFP
I thought there was no chance of me feeling good again, yet here I am genuinely feeling good this time. I can't exactly give you a guide on how to get out of that trap, because everyone is different so only you know what works for you. You have to find your guide. For me, it was God and my religion. Who knows what it could be for you? But what I will say is don't give up, start searching instead.
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2020.09.16 23:19 IBiteYou If you are a smug Democrat or leftist coming here to see how "stupid" we are...

Democrats have brought the violence here to our streets. They are failing to condemn it and normalizing the idea that even more will happen if they don't get what they want.
Trump doesn't control the police, so why were people trying to storm the White House?
Why do you all ignore the ACTUAL justice reform that Trump signed?
But you don't say anything about states that passed bills making it legal to abort a child literally as it's being born.
How many crowded funerals did George Floyd get, again?
We know that he may have been that 20 years ago, but he's changed his agenda to be far more "progressive."
Bernie and AOC have both said that the far left side of the Democrat party will be able to move Biden even FURTHER left.
Republicans give more than Democrats do to charity, and do so at all levels of income.
You are now gathering to harass diners trying to eat meals outside...demanding they raise their fists, political figures trying to have dinner are being accosted, conservative journalists have had to move from their homes, you are shouting death threats outside the Senate Majority leader's house and now BLM apparently has a group targeting racist "citizens" to show up at their homes...
You have most major media giving you talking points that you agree with and you discuss how you've had to cut actual family and friends out of your life because they like "Mango Mussolini".
The vitriol that you express towards any member of a minority group that champions conservative beliefs is testimony that you do not.
But when kids are taken to riots by antifa parents and tear gas is deployed, it's the cops' fault for endangering the kids.
You voted for a dude that wanted it fundamentally transformed...you say that "it was never great" and some of you are openly wanting a socialist state and you are burning American flags in the streets now.
You think they have a right to be scared of the parents who are paying their salaries.
BLM Riots Are Officially the Most Costly Man made Damage to American Property in History
You still insist that Hillary really won the 2016 election.
Now you often try to make self-posts here asking us, "What's wrong with having socialism?"
But at the same age it's okay for other kids to do dancing in drag at strip clubs.
But if we have those conversations, you demand that we agree with you or we are accused of engaging in hateful speech.
You defend subreddits that advocate violence from the side that is currently PERPETRATING violence in the streets.
A member of a black militia actually opened fire accidentally at a BLM protest and shot three comrades in Louisville. We never hear about it.
You still don't know the true story of what happened to the Covington kids in DC and you still want Nick Sandmann to suffer for that hate-smirk.
But you never question who might be behind your favorite left-wing social media sites and posts.
You tried to float the idea that Trump hates the troops.
You demand your right to espouse WHATEVER political beliefs you want to, even if you are a commie who wants gulags and if we object, it's McCarthyism.
But every day you slog on trying to blame the virus on Trump.
But you don't care that the House won't get together with the Senate to cooperate on a Covid relief bill.
But you think these protests just have to happen because the cause is too important.
But you get mad when you come here to berate us and you get banned for it.
But you want us to adopt the Nordic model of healthcare.
... but when 45% of gay men say that they are backing Trump...SUDDENLY they are "immoral."
But when Biden and Harris suggested that they wouldn't trust a Covid 19 vaccine because Trump is President, you were silent. They lied, people died?
Per population, seven other countries have done "worse"...they are Belgium, the UK, Spain, Peru, Italy, Sweden and Chile.
But you are yelling that somehow Republicans are going to steal the election via some nebulous voter fraud.
If the Republicans do the same you scream that it's "gerrymandering that is ruining democracy."
IRS scandal, unconstitutional DACA, health reform disaster, Fast and Furious, disappearing stimulus money, spying on journalists and persecuting Fox, Iran pallets of cash, incoherent Middle East policy...to name a few...
You are going to vote for a man who just tweeted that he's going to take the guns.
Latino voters know that the lyrics to that song are:
Slowly
I want to breathe in your neck slowly
Let me murmur things in your ear
So that you remember if you’re not with me
Slowly
I want to undress you in kisses slowly
Firmly in the walls of your labyrinth
And of your body, I want to create a manuscript

Mostly folks, you know ... we've NOTICED.

We have noticed these things.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
https://www.realclearmarkets.com/articles/2018/11/06/whatever_you_may_think_of_republicans_dont_call_them_stingy_103479.html
https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2020/09/16/nolte-blm-riots-are-officially-the-most-costly-manmade-damage-to-american-property-in-history/
https://www.rightjournalism.com/video-milwaukee-police-arrest-trump-supporter-for-exercising-his-second-amendment-right-after-blm-militants-surrounded-his-house/
https://thehill.com/opinion/civil-rights/469825-veterans-affairs-reform-is-now-reality-under-president-trump
https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefings-statements/president-trump-committed-supporting-every-brave-american-served-country/
https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2020/09/15/donald-trump-joe-biden-2020-us-presidential-elections-vote-queer-men-hornet/
https://www.donaldjtrump.com/media/ignoring-health-experts-joe-biden-and-kamala-harris-spread-anti-vax-conspiracy-theories/
https://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2020/08/05/899365887/charts-how-the-u-s-ranks-on-covid-19-deaths-per-capita-and-by-case-count
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2020.09.16 22:43 dsut22 A background into 674

A background into 674

674/67

A background into 67/674, formerly known as BHB (Brixton Hill Bullies/Brixton Hill Boys) OSG (On Sight Gunners/On Sight Gang) and Marga Road, Brixton Hill, South London.


Clapham Park Estate

Most, if not all drill fans will certainly have heard of the 67 group in drill as it has been extremely active in the drill scene, the fact that South London is pretty much one of the hottest vicinities for gang rivalry, the fact that they are one of if not the most successful drill group and its intense rivalry with certain other South London areas like Clapham, Angell Town in Brixton and Croydon, I've seen many other pages with talk about 67 like the music they produce and more so about who they beef and the discographies that 67 have, but for people new to UK Drill (or who do not know some of the history of the 67 gang) I trust you will find the background to 67, and its actual precursors intriguing. It took me a while to gather information on a group so widely known as other neighbouring London groups. I may do more of these, I could do 417 based in Tooting, NPK based in Northumberland Park and maybe Manor Park based in the Manor Park and Cage area.

Locale


Based around the London Borough of Lambeth, located on some estates in Brixton including Clapham Park, New Park Road, Bruce House, Pearce House and Tilson Gardens with or near the SW2 postal district. Some of their territory has expanded to the Clapham/Clapham Park area of SW2. New Park Road is another name for the gang and they have mainly been seen in South London in Brixton Hill on the Tilson Gardens. They are a very active gang and have been around for over ten years dating back to the BHB/Marga Lane days where drug dealers from Brixton/Brixton Hill would offer people drugs to make money and at a time when now-rivals GAS Gang caused Brixton to be a massive no-go zone in accordance with the great rivalry with Peckham, they are very closely allies with fellow South London area Lower Tulse Hill, they are also one of South London’s most well known and active gangs, stemming even well before the days of 55 and Roupell Park gangs. 674 also go by #67 , #BHB , #OSG , #NewPark , #BrixtonHill. Brixton is known casually as ''Bricky'' by many gang members and by locals.


674/67

The Brixton Hill area borders Streatham Hill (SW2 and SW16), Tulse Hill (SW2), Clapham Common (SW4) and Kennington (SE11). Many of their rivals are based in and around these areas, in particular Angell Town in Brixton and Clapham.
Born from the ashes of old-school South London gang called Marga Road or more commonly known as Brixton Hill Bullies, Brixton and Brixton Hill then saw rap groups form more commonly though in the latter 2000s under the BHB and GAS labels and it quickly became a well known stomping ground for many of South London's well know and rising road rap/trap music talents, most notably Ard Adz, Sho Shallow, Stickz (credited with making the first drill song), Scribz/LD (who was one of the originals in the drill rap scene and vastly considered to be one of the best and some to be the best in the drill genre) and Dimzy. Working under the 67 and BHB/OSG banner through the early 2010s, the gang quickly found a creative style of music on tunes like "I'm OJ I Don't Play" gradually making their presence known into London's road rap/trap rap scene. As the sounds of London's road rap shifted, so did the 67's: their 2010s song ''Skengman'', saw the group delve into U.K.-style road rap/trap, while in the latter 2010's songs like ''Let's Lurk'' and ''Live Corn'', helped to establish 67's presence on the burgeoning drill scene. It was in the 2010's decade that gangs like 67 truly made their mark: working with producers from MKThePlug to M1OnTheBeat and especially Carns Hill whom 67 have been extremely successful with, 67 gradually built a following with their disses to rivals and creative synergy. Marking their songs with the tag #67/OSG, the gang founded their drill collective just as 674, an homage to the OSG initials when punching in the buttons on a trap line, where gang members will have been engaged with this sort of lifestyle and represent it. Alongside their rivals 150, 67 have been vastly credited as the pioneers of the UK drill music genre.
A number of past and current generations of gangs have existed in Lambeth and other London boroughs that associate with the colour red and blue, some of which in the past had also self-identified themselves as Bloods and Crips. One of the first of these was the short lived Cripset from Dorset Road which claimed affiliation to the Rollin 80's Crips in Los Angeles. The gang was most active throughout the mid 2000's and were rivals to 031 Bloods, now know simply as 031 (O-Tray One) based in the Patmore and Hartington estates. This is seen as a massive influence on London from the famous American rival gangs Bloods and Crips.
67 themselves have never claimed Crips or Bloods like some of their rivals have and they have always affiliated with the colour black.
There are a number of other gangs in London which have been linked with the colour red. The 031 Bloods from Stockwell have always used the colour red, whilst the former gang EvaStrap (now known as Reed Road) in the borough of Haringey in which they are located had asubset nicknamed 'Reed Road Cripz' and can still be seen using blue bandanas to this day, this is due to the ongoing American influence.
Some of 674's rivalries have identified with colours themselves such as 150/AD who used to be known as just GAS Gang (Guns and Shanks), identify with the colour purple and also 410 who used to be known as OC/Organised Crime linked with the GAS Gang gang collective, identify with the colour green.

Current beef and alliances


BHB/OSG/Marga Road and the current 67 gang have had some of the same rivalries between gangs but some of the rivalries were rid of and have now become extinct during the current generation of the 67 gang. The current generation of the mass rivalry in Lambeth has overtaken the old school rivalry that was between Brixton and Peckham.
67 allies: KuKu/Black Prince (SE11), Harlem Spartans/HarlemO/Kennington Park (SE11), RP/Roupell Park (SW2), RS (SE1), 417 (SW17), Mitcham (CR4), TeamRaw/M-Block/ABM (All Bout Money) (SW4, SW8 and SW9), 55 (SW16), 86/861/LTH (Lower Tulse Hill) (SW11), Pollards Hill (CR4) AY17 (SE17), Moscow17 (SE17) and Browning17 (SE17).
67 rivalries: 150/AD (Armed and Dangerous) (SW9), 410 (SW9), CMB (SW9), UTH/UpTop (Upper Tulse Hill) (SW2), Cassava/Loughborough Junction/CMG (SW9), 727/SIRU/Siraq (SW9), Worsopp Drive/CT/ClapTown (SW11, SW15, SW18 and SW19), 37/OJB/RPhilly/Block10 (SW11, SW15, SW18 and SW19), FudgeTown (SW17), 28s (CR0), ARs (Armed Response) (SE4), 17/WanoRd/TOG (Tape Off Gang) (SW4), China Walk (SE11), Roadside/Block 5 (SW4), 031/Team Trizzy (SW4) ( and 061 (SE1).
67 on the fence: Zone 2/HitSquad (SE15)
67 fellow Brixton gang: Blenheim Gardens (SW2)

Before 2010


Brixton/Brixton Hill had always had a multi-generational problem with gangs, with each generation taking on their own identity and name. Angell Town Estate, where GAS Gang was formed, has long had problems with gang violence and poverty, previously being home to the gang PDC. In a 2012 Lambeth government report, Angell Town Estate was characterized as "severely deprived in income, employment, heath and crime".
By the early 2000s, PDC, which was the dominant gang in the area at the time, began to fragment due to many of its leaders being imprisoned. Various different groups emerged from this fragmentation, such as the Muslim Boys and Y28s (not to be confused with Y28s that preceded PDC). A member of the PDC Brats (a subset of PDC for the younger members) called Barfah Joof was involved in founding the new Y28s. The Y28s began to form friendships with neighbouring gangs in the area, such as Tiny OC based in Myatts Field, and Murder Zone based in Somerleyton Estate. Y28s and Tiny OC had formed a rivalry with Peckham-based gangs, and at one point gang members were caught unarmed by Peckham gang members, leading to one of their members being stabbed. For a time before the early 2010's GAS and BHB were seen making music together in a loose alliance.
674 initially associated with the colours black (inherited from BHB), although colour associations would begin to be irrelevant by the 2010s. BHB did not inherit any of GAS' rivalries with Stockwell and Peckham-based gangs.
In 2009, a set of BHB/OSG tracks were released showing present day members of 674 and 86/LTH members such as a very young Scribz/LD and Dimzy. BHB also gained its first attention in the music media in 2009, when a road rap was really taking off and when they was a presence of gang-related lyrics in the road rap scene.
GAS Gang's prolific activity led to parts of Brixton becoming a no-go area. By 2012, they were considered one of the most dangerous gangs in South London and outnumbered gangs based in Brixton Hill, with at least 3 murders being committed by GAS gang members from 2010-2012. The local council and police in 2012 believed the gang was responsible for three quarters of violent incidents involving young people in Brixton, with up to eight suspect members of the gang going to jail for attempted murder or murder.
In 2010 several people in Lambeth were shot dead by a groups of gang members in estates, tower blocks and streets, on estates in Brixton, Loughborough Junction and Myatts Fields, South London. It was in reports that youths who committed some murders were members of GAS Gang.
Police reported that Brixton gangs in 2011/2012 were coming together in order to fight back against incursions from Peckham-based gang members, leading to a sort of confederation amongst Brixton gangs while still Angell Town was still retaining the GAS Gang label. This even led to close affiliations between GAS and Murder Zone (MZ), a gang based in Somerleyton Estate who are now known as 727/Siraq. Another gang, Cassava based in Loughborough Junction, decided to merge with GAS Gang and form an alliance against 67/BHB.
Younger generations of the 67/BHB gang came into conflict with the 031 Bloods, G-Street and RSG Blood gangs from Brixton and Stockwell from the late 2000's to early 2010s. It is not known what the exact ignition for the new rivalries was, however, some believe it related to inheriting rivalries from Stockwell allies ABM/Team Raw. Many of the newer and younger recruits to either gangs are unlikely to know why they are rivals with one another – it is just translated simply as “Bloods versus Crips” with most commentators and observers accepting that without probing for a more in depth explanation.
67 allies like ABM had come to identify with the colour blue. Like a number of London gangs who wear blue the motive was because their main rivals had adopted red and the Bloods identity but it was not an affirmation they were Crips and 67's BHB predecessor were not Crips. In London, the majority of gangs who identify with red are uncertified, unofficial, or in a sense fake Blood gangs. In contrast, a smaller proportion of gangs that identify with blue actually claim to be Crips.

2010-present

However, GAS Gang also began to fragment due to leaders of the gang receiving heavy prison sentences, leaving huge holes in their place. Independent factions developed, with some younger members of GAS Gang now referring to themselves as Rockblock 150, and later simply 150/Get Back Gang. whereas some GAS Gang members from Somerleyton Estate now referring to themselves as 727 or Siru/Siraq. The fragmenting also led to infighting between the two new factions. Another split-off occurred around Brixton Road, with a group of GAS Gang youngers forming a new group called Villa Road. 150 would develop a rivalry with Brixton Hill-based group 67. Allegedly a lot of the breakup in relations in Brixton, Tulse Hill, Brixton Hill were all caused by Sneakbo who was a member of GAS Gang, Sneakbo had allegedly snitched on Brixton gang members, especially 5Star who is now a member of Siraq. The murder of Lil Zac/Zac Olumegbon caused problems since he was loved by gang members and was liked by 67 affiliated Mental K and 86/LTH/TN1, Tulse Hill split into Upper and Lower Tulse Hill, those linked with GAS/150 were to become Upper Tulse Hill and those sided with Stockwell and Brixton Hill/67 were to become Lower Tulse hill.
New Park Road has been a very active part of Brixton and gang activity dates back to the 2000s, with members of the estate being quite active in the 2011 London riots.
While they did share a loose alliance with Angell Town and neighbouring estates, making up a faction of GAS Gang, recent years would see the two neighbourhoods split and actively beef. Brixton Hill is even considered different than Brixton which shows how truly split the once united Brixton is.
67 at one point were known to be ruthless, which is why they have been able to successfully battle against many rival gangs surrounding them.
The Lil Zac stabbing was a revenge attack for the stabbing of a GAS member the previous month. Olumegbon was present during the earlier attack. On the morning of Friday 2nd July 2010 eye witnesses described seeing five youths pulling up in a green car and then chasing Olumegbon down the street armed with knives. The car drove alongside the attackers ready to pick them up and quickly escape once In 2011, five prominent members of GAS, Ricardo Giddings (aka Maggy), Helder Demorais (aka Mad H), Jamal Moore (aka JJ, Younger Sneaky, or J-Kid), Shaquille Haughton and Kyle Kinghorn (aka Clickz), were sentenced to a total of 76 years in prison for the murder of rival gang member, fifteen-year-old Zac Olumegbon (also known as Lil Zac) the year prior. This was the start of 150/GAS Gang's conflict with Stockwell-based gang, ABM (All Bout Money) who are down known as TeamRaw/MBlock. Zac was alleged to be a member of TN1 (Trust No-One), which had an allegiance with ABM.
Well known drill artist ReekzMB is a member of TeamRaw and is currently serving a lengthy sentence.
67 overtook the BHB/OSG gang with the youngers and formed in Clapham Park Estate, Brixton Hill, South London, in 2014. They have been known for their 2015 track "Skengman" and ''Let's Lurk'' featuring Peckham-based former SN1/Peckham Boys gang member Giggs, which hit number 66 on the UK Singles Chart, and whose instrumental was used by Michael Dapaah in his 2017 parody track "Man's Not Hot".
In 2014, Scribz was issued an Anti-Social Behavioural Order that banned him from making and performing music for two years. In 2016, Scribz's ASBO order came to an end and then he released a tune called Wicked and Bad in which he sent for opposing gangs 150,17 and CT who are all linked to each other. He also mentions in this song that him (Scribz) and LD are one and the same person. In 2017, he was jailed for possession of a knife.
The group has been labelled a "criminal gang" by the police, and had their first UK tour shut down. In July 2018, Dimzy shared an open letter accusing the police and media of "scapegoating" their music.
In 2019, R6 and others were arrested for running a county line; the group was sentenced to a combined 61 years.
They are best known for their 2016 track "Lets Lurk". They were nominated for Best Newcomer at the 2016 MOBO Awards.
A 674 member named Incy was today jailed for 12 years over the killing of a gang member and a student by the name of Dwayne Simpson whose road name was SQ, who was attacked in a fight as he tried to protect his friend. Incy who was 21 at the time, stabbed SQ in the heart after he intervened when he saw a friend being chased along Brixton Road.
The Old Bailey heard Julienne-Clarke and Mr Simpson were involved in a "long-running dispute". - The Standard. This points to the beef between 67 and 150 which is known to many people including the police.
SQ, 20 at the time of his killing, was a former student at Lambeth College, he followed Incy in his car on the afternoon of February 25 before getting out and confronting him. However Incy was jailed under a manslaughter charge for twelve years.
''Rhianna Addison, 19, from Brixton, was acquitted of assisting an offender and perverting the course of justice. Two other people - a 41-year-old woman and an 18-year-old man - remain on bail after being arrested on suspicion of assisting an offender. Three other boys, all aged 16, were released with no further action following Mr Simpson's death.'' - The Standard
''Detective Inspector Nathan Eason, who led the investigation, said: "Dwayne senseless killing has caused immense suffering to his family and friends.'' - The Standard
"This has been a difficult and complex investigation and officers wish to pass on their gratitude to those members of the community that provided assistance." - The Standard
In the 2010's, many police officers and undercover police offers were involved in investigations on the homes and roads of 674 gang members across their territory. Leading to raids that were conducted in and around Clapham Park Estate, with 674 Gang being specifically targeted. It was known to police and locals that 674 had expanded their drug dealing operations across the UK with contacts in Basingstoke, Southampton, Bedfordshire, Reading and Bracknell. The gang was also linked to knife crime, gun crime, stabbings, and attempted attacks on neighbouring rivals. Dimzy had his arm broken by the police in around 2016/17. CRose, ASAP, LD, R6, SJ, Liquez, Incy, Giant and Monkey have all had charges either murder, firearms, county lines and knife charges put against them. The most recent drug charges against the group was in 2019.
Giant killed a member of CT by the name of Stompz and received a life sentence.
Liquez's brother was killed by Rondo and Squeezy in Clapham and both received life sentences.
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2020.09.15 09:54 Torren7ial You Never Forget Your First (New) One: Religion, Harry Potter, & Systematic Chaos

June 5, 2007. New release day. It was already so freaking hot.
I drove to the Best Buy near my house before work. I’d have rather supported the local record store but BB was closer and guaranteed to have it (boy things have changed). I was going in blind—almost. The “super cycle” was over, but I knew we’d be getting the next part of the 12-step suite. I loved all 3 movements so far, but I ranked their awesomeness in the order I’d first heard them—which was backwards. That had me wondering, were they really getting better? Or, did the normal law of diminishing returns apply? Either way, I needed to hear the next chapter, NOW!
I sat in the dangerously hot car and quickly thumbed through the booklet looking for lyrics by Portnoy, starting with Roman numeral VIII. Ah-hah, “Repentance”, as had been my guess. I threw in the CD. Before I could even get to the skip button:
BA-da-DA-da-da BA-da-DA-da-da... I’m pretty sure I audibly Keanu’d when that assault of an opening riff started, even though my finger was already in motion to the “skip” button. Something to look forward to! But business before pleasure. And thus I drove home to… Repentance.
I think it was around the 3 minute mark when one hemisphere of my brain started declaring we’d been had. It’s a clean version of the “Dying Soul” riff... for 9 minutes. The other hemisphere went into “apologist” mode—all the 12-step songs fit the tone of their parent album and you still don’t know what this album sounds like yet, and in the larger context of the suite, this is the chill out part before the finale. Some serious cognitive dissonance set in. Well, at least I still had that awesome beginning… which was a split epic longer than Octavarium book-ending the album. Pretty exciting!
I’m glad that this time, I had no reviews to read or friends to share with. It forced me to form an impression in a vacuum. And you know what? I like cheesy. I like fun. I like Jethro Tull over Pink Floyd, ELP over King Crimson, and live Opeth over studio Opeth. I’m a Weird Al/Mystery Science Theater kind of guy. But I also love craft; flagrant display of expertise that would look like arrogance, were it not for the fact that no one can deny you really are the best. This album is dynamic, made-with-love, lengthy, technical, cheesy as hell, and requires 4 world-class musicians and James to pull off.
Years earlier, when I was the first of my friends to have both broadband and a CD-burner, one of them asked me to burn him some Crush 40, from the Sonic games. Another showed me Sonic Mayhem, from Quake. Still another found Sister Machine Gun, an underground industrial band. The perpetual 12-year old in me felt the impressions of all three of those, simultaneously, in crazy times, hiding in these songs, mixed with metal and fantasy and synthesizers. It’s like the soundtrack to a video game I’ve never played or an anime I’ve never seen. At least up through the Dark Eternal Night.
Repentance STILL wasn’t growing on me. Prophets of War seemed to finish an unofficial trilogy following In the Name of God & Sacrificed Sons… but if that was the case, talk about diminishing returns… although I do love that ridiculous (arpeggiated?) keyboard pulse. When I eventually did confer with a friend, we both took that they always gave LaBrie the “weird” ones… which is interesting since they write the music first. Does the band outsource the songs they have the least confidence in to LaBrie?
And Ministry of Lost Souls was like… a glass of water. The line between it being the most refreshing, cleansing experience ever, and being nothing at all, was entirely contingent on how I was feeling when I got to it. But what really elevated it for me—totally personal, related to the zeitgeist of summer 2007, was Harry Potter. Welcome aboard the tangent train ((of thought!) from platform 9 3/4).
Summer 2007 saw the release of the 5th Harry Potter movie, and final book, only a few weeks apart. I was a fan; 2 of my colleagues at the data entry job were super fans. It was something to talk about on breaks. My fiance was into it. My Navy friend (Sister Machine Gun, above) happened to come back on leave in July; he was a casual fan as well. It’s so rare that you can talk about the same thing in multiple social circles (is that what being into sports is like?) So, there’s always been this Harry PotteSystematic Chaos cross-wiring with me. If you’re not familiar, just know that all the Petrucci lyrics, but especially Ministry, work pretty damn well with the imagery and broad-strokes plot of the story.
For all this unbridled joy, I had a conflicted, guilty conscience feeling around In the Presence of Enemies. The music was great—for months, I’d have a sustained chill through the entire “servants of the fallen...” build-up leading to “Reckoning.” But those lyrics… this year also happened to line up with the paradigm shift that would start to pull me away from organized religion. It would take another 10 years to complete the change, but back then, I was still occasionally leading prayers and teaching bible studies while also developing a love—and deep commitment—to science and critical thinking, and working to purge the xenophobia, Islamophobia, and homophobia I grew up around. I had so much fun with the lyrical parody of the 23rd Psalm, and the notion that someone could, literally or figuratively, borrow power in a Faustian bargain with the devil, and then renege on the deal (apparently it’s based on a comic book)? At the time, it almost felt like a manifestation of my conscience trying to tempt me. Not tempt me into something, but out of something. What a great freaking song. It’s time for your reckoning
In retrospect, Prophets & Ministry have grown on me immensely. Repentance is still the weakest of the suite, but I’m ok with it. I also now know who all the voices are in the apology section… still kind of a cop out but also really cool to have such a “collection” of musicians cameo on this album.
I’m baffled that, apparently, this is nearly their worst album? I’ll admit my meta-impression of how Train of Thought was received doesn’t jive with what most remember, but with this album, any attempt to quantify its “prestige” from contemporary aggregators says this is among their worst. Metal Archives - 2nd worst. Prog archives, 3rd worst. Amazon, 2nd worst. AllMusic… “4 stars” which is not granular enough to be worth much but still lower tier. I don’t get it. I understand why it’s not anyone’s favorite—it’s not Images, Awake, or Scenes. But it’s also not… well, whatever you’re thinking of, it’s not that. This is a good, fun, occasionally silly album.
Until we meet again…
HWUUUAAAAA!
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2020.09.15 06:00 Tsukiko202 Songs to show my dad?

I showed him some of their songs, i think just mama, blood, and dead, and was kinda just joking about them like "haha yeah i know such an upbeat and fun song" so that led him to believe it was jokes and i didn't listen to them regularly, i clarified with him that i actually like their music and he said i should show him some of their good songs and not just joking around. so idk what to show him honestly, cause mama is one of my favorites lol.
My dad is like thing "haha cool america is the best and i love guns and farms" type of dude but less of an asshole. He can be pretty judgmental with things although he has gotten so much better and way more accepting of things if its about me or something i like. He's not religious at all and hates religion, so idk about anything with a lot of mentions of god or praying yknow? i want something more on the rock side, the ones with more queen influence i guess. I know some but i'm not too sure.
Update: apparently he wants things that have very clear lyrics so you can understand what the song is about on like, the first listen
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2020.09.14 12:36 TELMxWILSON Hello Hello r/dnb. Here we are again with all the new tunes for you! [+weekly updated Spotify playlist] New Music Monday! (Week 37)

Weekly updated Spotify Playlist H2L: New Drum & Bass
Soundcloud Playlist H2L: New Drum & Bass Soundcloud
Youtube Playlist H2L: New Drum & Bass Youtube
Last Week's list http://reddit.com/io5vk7
 

Picks Of The Week (by u/lefuniname)

1. ShockOne - Follow Me [UKF]

Recommended if you like: TREi, Ekko & Sidetrack, Mob Tactics
Our weekly releases journey starts in Perth, Australia.
I think we’ve already established that I love a good computer generated voice sample. Whether it’s Pendulum, MUZZ or Jayline, it’s pretty much guaranteed that I’ll like the track if it has Microsoft Sam saying random stuff in it.
The newest addition to this list is ShockOne’s newest track Follow Me. It’s not quite Microsoft Sam, but the rule still applies. What a stonker of a track. Released through his newly founded Dark Machine Records label and UKF, this one continues the hot streaks of both. But can we quickly talk about how good the 2020 UKF series is? Honestly, every time they release a track it instantly ends up in my favorites list of the week. Same goes for Dark Machine Records. Even though they only released Lee Mvvthews’s Turning Back so far, that track alone should speak for the quality of the barely a few months old label.
Back to Follow Me though. The aforementioned computer voice is catchily describing all the ways you are supposed to follow her online. She’s the alpha, omega, beginning, the end, after all. It feels weird to mention Knife Party the second week in a row, but this is giving me serious Internet Friends vibes, which is awesome, because I love that track. The drop is hitting just as hard too, maybe even harder. Faster at least. A perfect mix between “foghorns” (I guess) and dancefloor. Will destroy dancefloors around the world, wherever there are still dancefloors left at least. Update from me a few days later: It indeed destroyed the Rampage dancefloor in Cologne.
But that isn’t the only dancefloor release this week! This week has been pretty incredible for my beloved subgenre and I feel like I have to mention a few other releases real quick. Liquicity titans Feint and Andromedik released their collaboration I’ll Be There, featuring vocals by Cammie Robinson. As expected for the talents involved, it’s a straight-up uplifting dancefloor anthem. Fun fact: it’s part of the third installation of Liquicity’s Alchemy compilation series, fully released on September 2nd.
Speaking of Feint, his contribution to Monstercat’s Rocket League Soundtrack “Outbreak” just got the remix treatment by none other than Fox Stevenson. Definitely a Fox Stevenson-y song, really reminiscent of some of his older Stan SB releases too. Watch out for that second drop. We also have a great collab between Friction, Flowidus and Raphaella called By Your Side. Dancefloor summer anthem if I ever heard one. Last but not least we got a new offering by new Viper signing Madface, named after Borderlands’ best/worst Character: Claptrap.
All in all a great week for dancefloor!

2. Redeyes - Selfportraits LP [The North Quarter]

Recommended if you like: Lenzman, FD, Submorphics, Satl
Next stop: France.
Redeyes is one of France’s finest liquid drum and bass producers. Since he started producing in 2006, he has released on Fokuz, Vandal, Spearhead and The North Quarter. A few years ago he also founded the Vandal sublabel Vandal LTD with fellow frenchman SKS. As the list of labels might already tell you, he is very fond of the hiphop, soulful liquid sound. And as fate would have it, I love that sound too.
This latest album of the Toulouse - based producer was released on Lenzman’s The North Quarter. It’s safe to say that the Dutch liquid forge has once again put out another gem of an album. Let me give you a quick review before I dive deeper: if you like soulful piano-driven liquid, you will absolutely love this one.
Alright, time to dive deep.
Selfportraits starts off with an intro that sets the mood perfectly. But the old school hiphop instrumental intro is just the prelude to A Thousand Times, a dreamy piano-driven liquid tune to drift away to. The blissful production is combined with the soulful voice of Manchester singer [ K S R ], creating a truly beautiful journey, which is also catchy as hell. The song doesn’t end there though. Just like Submorphics and probably many others before on The North Quarter, Redeyes added an extra lyrical performance at the end of the outro, in this case performed by Abnormal Sleepz. This won’t be the last time this happens. It might be a bit irritating when listening to a song on its own, but it makes for a really special album listening experience.
Let’s carry on to Carry Me Home. What a lovely piano man, oh my. That’s literally all my notes have to say for this one. Maybe a bit short, but true nonetheless. The latter half of the track is a hiphop performance by Juga-Naut, which kinda makes me crave a hiphop album by Redeyes. Really great old-school stuff. Next up: Belong, a collab with fellow Frenchman Monty, someone I’m also a big fan of. What can I say, my high expectations were definitely met, maybe even surpassed. The vibe throughout this track is just amazing. Lush, soulful, all of it. This time, the outro teases the following track Outside with snippets of the vocal sample, definitely slowed down though. Said vocal is my favorite part of Outside, but the production is of course also superb. Just so very lovely. I will keep using this word, because it just fits so well. It also features one of the many DRS vocals in its outro!
Delicate is a real dreamer. A lush piano, sparsely used vocal samples, some ambient sounds, too good. He’s definitely a master of piano-focused soulful liquid. Speaking of piano, Low Key is probably the first track that doesn’t feature a “standard” piano. That doesn’t mean it’s any less lovely though, the vibes are still out in full force. The track ends with another emotional DRS lyrical performance. Change.Illusion is one of happier tracks on the album, the vocal sample just puts a smile on my face. In contrast, the DRS feature in the tracks’ outro pulls you back into the dreamy state of the album. Just in time for the funkiest and most energetic track of the LP: Glowin’! Very much old school vibes. As always, the outro gives us a small breather before the next track starts up.
Nearly at the end. All The Reason to keep carrying on! That’s also the next track title, just in case the title case formatting didn’t give it away. Once more Redeyes delivers some happy soulful vibes, this time with the help of a elegantly performed vocal by Lovescene. We’ve arrived at the last track of the album: Slow Pace. Dreamy piano, syncopated drums, you know the drill. The last outro is performed by none other than the now-infamous DJ Flight. Instead of spitting a sick hiphop verse, she is just talking her heart out. About racism, sexism, love, peace and unity. She’s absolutely on point with that message. Love for everyone man.
Very very lovely album. If you like soulful liquid at all, listen to this.
P.S.: For you liquid lovers there’s also the new BCee & Charlotte Haining album, which I wholeheartedly recommend. If you like her vocals, you will love that album too. Also, Artificial Intelligence also has a new EP out. That one is slightly heavier, but I’d still recommend it.

3. Save The Rave - Sevilla [Save The Rave]

Recommended if you like: Disphonia, Redpill, oldschool (?) Neurofunk
Next stop: Spain!
First off, even though the EP is simply titled Sevilla, it’s actually a remix EP of said song. Not sure what happened there.
We’re not talking Save The Rave, the Scooter song, but Save The Rave, the group of mostly neurofunk producers based in, you guessed it, Sevilla. Even though I’d love to talk about the Scooter song too, this is neither the place nor the time for it. Together with Dub Elements and a few others they are an integral part of the Spanish dnb scene. For this remix EP they recruited a bunch of other producers from around the area, with Pikota & Kumbh probably being the most well-known.
I’m actually not sure what the original Sevilla track sounds like, because it’s not on Spotify, but one thing is for sure: it has a computer generated voice, talking about drum and bass in Seville. Awww yiss. It’s a good week for my favorite subsubsubgenre.
Pikota & Kumbh start the remix EP off with their trademark old-school neurofunk sound they’ve already presented to the world on tracks like Déja vu and Ancient Egypt. Variations all over the place, a super dark atmosphere and drums as fast as the train I’m writing this in (it’s a very fast train). I just love that sound. Next up we got a producer named Frannabik, smashing out a more modern Neurofunk interpretation of the song. While their remix could be described as more of a rolling neurofunk tune, Tumare’s remix is the more step-y version of that. The way the latter one switches gears halfway through the drop is just perfect. The last remix was done by JottaFrank and is not drum and bass, so I’ll just elegantly ignore it.
All in all, this is a really well put-together neurofunk remix EP. Even though it’s the same song four times, but slightly different, it doesn’t get boring at all. All producers bring their own touch to the project. Great stuff!

4. EiZO - Bipolar / Hysteria [Music Squad]

Recommended if you like: Koax, Ripple, Fuck About!
Next stop: France! …again!
I actually wanted to do another country for the Hidden Gem Of The Week™️, but all my favorite options were from France. Marseille to be specific. I guess it’s just a good day for French drum and bass.
Marseille-based newcomer EiZO’s latest double single Bipolar / Hysteria shows yet again that good drum and bass can be found anywhere. Released on Music Squad, also known as the label that was awarded “worst name for a label so far” on Noisia Radio, both tracks are another great addition to the techy, innovative, IMANU-esque (I guess) sound that has become popular over the last few years. Bipolar’s different creepy sounds flying in and out of the drop keep you interested the whole way through, while Hysteria’s addictive main synth rhythm just wants to make you move. Or at least move your head up and down a bit. If you like your dnb techy, you will probably enjoy this one!
Hidden Gems:
  • BRK, Bacon - Obsession / Broken Flute
  • MAE917 - Signs
  • Dedman - Chimes EP
  • AIRGLO, Stash The Groove Bug, CXC - Something
  • Unchained: The Remixes Various Artists LP  

New Releases

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2020.09.13 21:53 tutetibiimperes Nugu Roundup #56 -Blooming Boys - 200913 + Album Giveway!

Hello and welcome to the latest Nugu Roundup!
What is this?: This is a weekly feature designed to highlight the unknown/underappreciated groups and soloists working hard in the Kpop world that often fall under the radar. Please share your own information, favorite performance videos, fanmeet stories, or anything else relevant below!
Last week we supported #Hashtag. This week it's time for a boy group who's relatively new but who has been making some very cool music, let's get to know ENOi!
Look at the first comment below for the winner of the tenth Nugu Roundup Album Giveaway, plus details on this week's album up for grabs!
What is Nugu?: While in Korean it literally means 'Who' in the broader Kpop context it refers to groups that are generally unknown amongst the greater public. It doesn't have to mean they're extremely new, though it can, and there are of course varying degrees of 'unknown' which some groups having very strong niche fandoms and others being almost invisible. I take a fairly broad view and will include groups that may be known to some, but who don't have widespread name recognition.
Let's get on with the show...
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ENOi
Who are they?: A seven member boy group under KITHEWHALE Entertainment, their name comes from "wE caN dO iT". The group members have individual colors and gemstones which are meant to represent both positive and negative elements of their personalities, with the concept being that they will grow to be better and overcome their negative aspects. Their fandom name is RAYS which stands for 'Realize All Your Stars' and also carries the meaning that the group can't grow without the rays of light form the fans.
Company: KITHEWHALE Entertainment's name comes from combining the Korean words for 'Lungfish' and 'Whale'. They are a combination IT Company and Kpop Agency and are involved in some way with blockchains. Their goal is to merge their strengths in technology and artistic development. ENOi is their first and only Kpop group, though they have produced Korean hip-hop content in the past.
Full Group Interview
Members
Debut: April 21st, 2019 with Bloom (MV) Live Stage (Link) Dance Practice (Link)
Most Recent Comeback: August 6th, 2020 with W.A.Y (Where are You) (MV) Live Stage (Link) Dance Practice (Link)
First Comeback: January 12th, 2020 with Cheeky (MV) Live Stage (Link) Choreography Version (Link)
Other Releases
YouTube Channel: ENOi Official
Random Stuff
Trivia: Member Hamin had been considering giving up on his dream of becoming a singer before Laon convinced him to join the group. Dojin and Jinwoo were students at the same training academy and when Laon approached Dojin he convinced Jinwoo to sign on as well. Avin and Gun were both discovered by Laon through social media and he e-mailed them a presentation about ENOi to convince them to join. Laon was living in a one room studio apartment when he had the idea to form the group, and admits that it was a reckless desire but he's very proud of how they've all come together. The group is known for being perfectionist when it comes to their practice schedule - going through the dance routine for Bloom over 1,500 times before debut, and over 1,000 times for Cheeky to the point where they were sustaining knee injuries but didn't want to water down the choreography or give up.
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Soloist of the Week
Grace/Grazy Grace
Who is she?: Grace is currently an independent soloist/singer-songwriter. She was previously promoted by YYAC but is currently involved in a contract dispute with them. She is Korean American, born in Long Island, but traveled Korea as a trainee though never debuted with a group, later gaining attention competing in Unpretty Rapstar 3. She is known for sharing stories from behind the scenes of the Kpop system on her YouTube channel.
Solo Debut: February 4th, 2016 with I'm Fine (MV) Live Performance (Link) Dance Practice (Link)
Most Recent Comeback: June 29th, 2020 with Planet (MV)
Other MVs and Releases
YouTube Channel: Grazy Grace and Grazy TV and YYAC Official
Random Stuff
Trivia: The English bios I've found all state that she was born in Long Island, NY, however her Korean bio on the namu.wiki indicates that she was born in Seoul and emigrated to the USA at age 7, I'm not sure which is correct. She was eliminated from Unpretty Rapstar in the 8th episode. She created the hook for the Unpretty Rapstar Season 3 theme song "She's Coming". While she has never publicly stated it, it's widely assumed that her trainee experience was in Nega Network/NH Media as part of the group that eventually became Laboum. She is friends with former Rania member Alex and H.U.B member Hyosun. She's a fan of sushi and mexican food. She holds a lifeguard certificate. She has been quite candid about her experiences in the Kpop industry on her YouTube channel, including stories about some of the less-glamorous behind the scenes issues such as encouragement of plastic surgery, sexual propositions, and body shaming issues. ________________________________________________________
IN MEMORIAM
PPL
Who were they?: A six member girl group under Parksal Entertainment. The group was made up of Racing Models, and stood for "Perfect Performance Ladies".
Company: Parksal Entertainment had a highly-anticipated pre-debut girl group known as Rendezvous which has disbanded prior to debut, though their main vocalist Seulgi will be debuting as a soloist. They also represent former PPL member Ah Hee who now promotes as DJ Fatal, ballad duo Premu, and a number of models. They also appear to be involved in various other business activities such as watersports equipment rental, video production, and vaping products.
MVs and Releases
Active Between: October 30th 2015 - Sometime in 2018
Reasons for Disbanding: In early 2018 the company announced that they would be replacing four members of the group, however the replacements never debuted and one of the remaining two, Ah Hee, began working under the company as a DJ. All other activity ceased and the group's YouTube channel was replaced with one hawking vaping devices.
Trivia: Member Ah Hee is now active as a model and as DJ Fatal. Member Da Hee married the CEO of Parksal Entertainment in December 2018 and afterwards it was revealed they had been dating for six years (which would have included the entire run of the group). Member Gakyung was named the 10th most beautiful woman in the world by fashion magaine MODE and appeared in Top Gear Korea. She continues as a model. Member Yujin was previously a law student but didn't feel it suited her, she is currently working as a model following the breakup of the group. Member Azi was Miss Korea 2008. Member Sol A dreamt of becoming a kindergarten teacher and getting married quickly but did not follow through with those plans. A Chinese fan once flew from China to give her gold on her birthday. She is currently working as a model.
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That's it for today, let's get the discussion on!
As always, if you have any suggestions for groups, content, or things you'd like to see, please let me know in the comments below.
Also as always, a big shout-out to u/not-named-in-credits for founding nugutown and u/sharnaranwan for continuing the work over there.
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2020.09.12 17:17 jensyao List of Nas' Non-Jay-Z Disses [Incomplete]

may need your help compiling this...subliminal disses are hard to track and even harder to confirm...still editing but decided to publish
1996: It Was Written - The Message: Going at Biggie for the King of NY, but inadvertently triggers 2Pac because it sounds like his quad studio incident
https://genius.com/533267
  • There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
https://genius.com/72918
  • fake thug/no love/you get the slugs/CB4 Gusto
  • felt my leg burn, then it got numb/...Then they came askin' me my name/What the fuck? I got stitched up, it went through/Left the hospital that same night, what
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhKehO_M1Ew
1996: Clueminatti Part 2 - 96 Clue Freestyle: Going at 2Pac
https://genius.com/789777
  • Black pirellis/rolling over this makaveli
1999: I Am... - Hate Me Now: Going at Cormega but could be misinterpreted as going at Jay
https://genius.com/14081595
  • Try to make it like you the realest/but who the illest?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zmUhef1-IE
1999: I Am... - I Want to Talk to You: Going at politicians
https://genius.com/Nas-i-want-to-talk-to-you-lyrics
  • Fake black leaders of puppets/always talkin' 'bout the city budget
  • Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard/Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved/Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive/Swing a mack to be live/cardiac to get high
1999: I Am... - Big Things: Going at Cormega for not signing his contract with The Firm, Going against Nature a bit too
https://genius.com/Nas-big-things-lyrics
  • We on the same team, You don't wanna pass the ball/Chuck and gunnin' for dough, You want to score, But you really don't know how to to ball/I put you on, It was me that introduced you to wealth/Crossin' me is like shootin' yourself/Wanna blow so fast, now do it yourself/You ain't shit now/You was so ill, why you never came out?/Where ya clique now?/Where you sit now?
1999: Nastradamus - Nastradamus: Going at Memphis Bleek, but really Jay-Z for their song "What You Think of That"
https://genius.com/2784198
  • You wanna ball til you fall? I can help you with that/let a slug melt through your hat
2000: QB Finest - Da Bridge 2001 - Nas respond to Memphis Bleek's "Mind Right"
https://genius.com/702613
  • Oh you didn't, wanna know whose life is written?/The life I'm livin/The ice the women/...La-ser, AR 15, doors come down/Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin bound/Your hoe, your man, lieutenant, your boss get found
2001: Stillmatic - Got Urself A Gun: jabs Kid Rock and limp bizkit for trying to rap
https://genius.com/657456
  • This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
2001: Stillmatic - Destroy and Rebuild: Going at Cormega, respond to Nature's "We Ain't Friends", Prodigy, QB's wack rappers in general
https://genius.com/Nas-destroy-and-rebuild-lyrics
  • Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like, it's Mega/(But it's so hard) to put a coward's name in my rap/Always actin' tough, a jokester be frontin'/He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin'
  • Mega for the record you could suck my dick, bitch
  • Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack/Def Jam mad that he signed the contract
  • nothing else to say, Man Nature moved to Marcy/Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief/Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks/Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
  • P, how many times ain't you shamed that/Jungle was bustin' his gun to get your weak chain back
2002: God's Son - Book of Rhymes: vague because these are salvaged throwaway raps, but Ras Kass took offense because his album is called "soul on ice", but it is also a reference to a book by Eldridge Cleaver
https://genius.com/779371
  • Soul on ice, death threats given by clowns/I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ8vh8H1q6g
2002: God's Son - Zone Out: Going At Cam'ron...Nas said Cam was wack but NY in general was wack during a rant at radio station because Cam just signed to Rocafella
https://genius.com/549368
  • You got a house in Virginia, the only way you sicker than us/Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck/No need for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ma1v7hsUg0A
2004: Illmatic 10th Anniversary - Star Wars: Jabs Eminem for not checking 50 cent for coming at Nas
https://genius.com/2932553
  • Y'all niggas roll with any click that's winnin any crew/Doin whatever's trendy, even enemy too
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80v9tWuN9nw
2004: Street's Disciple - Street’s Disciple: Jab at Eminem for dissing non rappers with his Slim Shady persona
https://genius.com/537481
  • Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
2004: Street's Disciple - Nazarath Savage: Jab at Eminem
https://genius.com/Nas-nazareth-savage-lyrics
  • You're wack nigga, face it/In the history of the game, you have no placement/...Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth.../Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me
2004: Street's Disciple - These Are Our Heroes: Jab at Eminem for talking black, picketing for the shady national convention on MTV in 2004, his content and creating controversy to sell albums; Kobe for his colorado incident
https://genius.com/Nas-these-are-our-heroes-lyrics
  • These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records/Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC/But next year, who knows what we'll see?
  • But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black/But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque/You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface/You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe/Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it/Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
  • Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay/From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe/First he played his life cool just like Michael/...Yo, you can't do better than that?/The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?/Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back/Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you/You turn around then you shit on Shaq/Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes/He love a little butt crack, got enough cash/Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you/To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
2005: Death Anniversary: Jab at AZ, concept track for hip hop is dead
https://genius.com/Nas-death-anniversary-lyrics
  • What if I told you that AZ didn't exist/And I put him there, played it like a ventriloquist/Cause niggas spit fake shit and y'all respect it/I spit that real shit and y'all won't buy the record
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4f3oWs5xqE
2005: Living Legends Vol 1 - Bossed Up Freestyle: Uses Jeezy's beat to address jeezy's interview where he went at Nas
https://genius.com/Nashawn-bossed-up-lyrics
  • Nas pays attention to the littlest shit?/Mentioned by itty-bitty rappers with their chitty-chatte..Line us up, ask me who fathered their style/I say, "I the pappy"
2005: QB To VA ft Quan: lil wayne was going crazy dissing Nas for a come-up and Nas used Lil Wayne's Go DJ Beat to go at Lil Wayne
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9okBuG7HtCE
  • y'all lego figures, throw patron in your face and light it on fire...
2006: Hip Hop Is Dead - Money Over Bullshit: Going against Jim Jones, Young Jeezy's radio interview, weak rappers
https://genius.com/17181444
  • Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out/You a kid, you don't live what you rap about
  • You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade/...Rule 1: cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue/Rule 2: thought you knew don't fuck with God's Son...Each one of ya guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive/Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQ6fyAiRKy0
...This whole album was Nas saying there's too much commercial rappers and corporate suits dictating which songs should be made and promoted like a formula and starting artificial beefs, which kills diversity and creativity in hip hop
2006: Don’t Body Ya Self (MC Burial): Going at 50 for "the tattoo on his arm" line on "piggy bank"
https://genius.com/Nas-dont-body-ya-self-mc-burial-lyrics
  • When y'all was tryna rap y'all was makin' me proud/Man now you fucked up down on your luck, runnin' your mouth man//Why don't be a real man, say you need a little help/And I might help your ass off the shelf
  • I guess it's for Nas to Ether him
  • So you a sucka for death, if I'm a sucka for love/And y'all wanna know why I don't gotta answer niggas/'Cause I truly understand these niggas/Scared of me so they talk about family members/Like I can't point out your grandma to niggas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIkEFjxMJ6U
2006: Brake Lights - Street Riders: Jabs Pharrell, Responded to 50 Cent's dirty original version of Window Shopper, where he said that Joe, Jada, Ja, and Nas were window shoppers on the chorus
https://genius.com/687974
  • I ain't frontin', I don't know Pharrell/He wear pastel colors
https://genius.com/688014
  • I showed niggas they first Bentley, fuck I window shop/Show niggas they first ice, now they like, 'I love you'/Remember when they hustle, was tryna sue Russell/For what other nigga did to him, sounds sickenin'/That's why I cut him off, word to God, he was snitchin' then
2008: Untitled - Queens Get the Money: Going at 50 cent for hiding behind eminem and dr dre while telling the world he would retire if Kanye outsold him in 2007 for Graduation over Curtis
https://genius.com/28487
  • My assignment since he said retirement/Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic/Gets rich but dies rhyming
...this whole album and supplemental mixtape was going against the establishment, from Sly Fox, which was Fox News and why everyone were controlled by the Elite on We're Not Alone, record label censorship
2009: What If: conspiracy theories
https://genius.com/Jadakiss-what-if-lyrics
  • What if Hilary and them was Reptilian?/And 2012 was the end of men and all world civilians?
2012: Life is Good - Nasty: respond to haters/rumors saying that he is broke
https://genius.com/236404
  • Talk money, is you jokin'?/Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa//In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket/On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got it
2013: Made Nas Proud [Let Nas Down Remix]: reflections about how Nature, Cormega, Quan, Jungle took Nas' cosign but didn't let him executive produce their album
https://genius.com/1897805
  • And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great/Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face/They took my cosign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes/And when they joint tanked, that's when they point blame
2018: Nasir - Simple Things: Responds to Vlad TV for interviewing people around Nas for his beat selection and Carmen, and why Vlad will never get a Nas interview
https://genius.com/14789473
  • My pedigree, above your ass, you'll never see I/...Never sold a record for the beat, it's my verses they purchase/...Want me to sound like every song on the Top 40/I'm not for you, you not for me, you bore me
  • Was lovin' women you'll never see/All you know's my kids' mothers, some celebrities...Hate to brag, my worst batch kills off your best cutie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7SfQl5Lvkg
2019: Lost Tapes 2 - Beautiful Life: Going against Kelis and women who takes the kid for hostage for more child support, track left off Life is Good
https://genius.com/17624128
  • All women should bid/For keeping real fathers away from their kids/..How many been married, divorced, their ex lady wildin'/Hires a lawyer, judge awards 'em monthly eighty thousand
2020: King's Disease - Ultra Black: Going against Doja Cat for abandoning her blackness
https://genius.com/20589046
  • Un-apologically Black/The opposite of Doja Cat
2020: King's Disease - The Definition: Politicians, Hillary and Trump, Gayle King, bad journalism and cover ups
https://genius.com/20636213
https://genius.com/20636262
  • Our youth is dead to us/they called us superpredators/Stupid words from the President's mouth, where are his editors?
https://genius.com/20636144
  • And what the fuck is up with Gayle King?
there's a lot of songs where Nas goes against the American School system or public schools in general like: on "2nd Childhood": "teachers never cared/They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds"..."why remix": "Why do schools care about your son's braids/more than they care for his grades?"..."Triple Beam Dreams": "Blamin' society, mad, it wasn't made faiI would be Ivy League if America played fair"..."Slave and the Master": "Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten"...I didn't want to make this post that long, making it look like Nas was on a dissing spree, he was mostly responding and defending himself
...most of these are squashed btw
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2020.09.12 13:33 jensyao Nas Unofficially Gave "Styles P" from The LOX his "Holiday Styles" moniker

https://genius.com/136363
Did you know? Nas' lyrics on Kool G Rap's "Fast Life" in 1995 said:
which meant that when people celebrate the new years or fourth of july in the hood, they shoot their guns in the air to simulate firecrackers or fireworks
Styles P is part of the LOX, and when he heard that Nas lyric, he started calling himself and told other people to call him "Holiday Styles" when that record was out, which is why after the LOX became popular, Styles P had lines referring to himself as "Holiday" on Ryde or Die, Bitch:
  • You could catch Holiday in the Holiday Inn/And if it got to do with money? count Holiday in
https://genius.com/The-lox-ryde-or-die-bitch-lyrics
and later on "shoot outs", where he calls himself P and acknowledge the original Nas line of shooting guns "Holiday Style" from where he got his moniker from:
  • Cause the P will hollow the gun/to holla at son/Do it Holiday Style
https://genius.com/Jadakiss-shoot-outs-lyrics
and if you google "styles P holiday" you see a lot of results...he loves that name
...it's very hard to re-find that Styles P or Jadakiss interview where they tell you that his "Holiday Styles" nickname came from a Nas lyric, which is why Rapgenius editors won't confirm my submission...frustration...oh well, I'll write it here
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2020.09.11 21:56 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passed by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.

In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.



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2020.09.11 20:42 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passed by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.

In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.



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2020.09.11 12:01 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passe by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.

In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.



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2020.09.11 11:55 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passed by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.

In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.



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2020.09.11 00:47 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passed by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.
In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.
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2020.09.11 00:44 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passed by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.
In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.
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