by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Apr 06, 2013 10:14 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:38 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:53 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:58 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:05 pm
This film is an epic feat on the part of Howard Harker and the director known only as Gopher. Quite simply put, I loved this film. It featured an all-star cast, but William Shatner's portrayal of John Calhoun was simply brilliant, despite the unlikeable character he was playing. Shatner is at the top of his game in this film, having been de-aged with magic for the part. The other cast members are also brilliant in their roles, Mark Sheppard and Nicholas Cage playing an amazing Crowley and Azazel, respectively.
Legacy is a simple film showing one man's fall to corruption and extremism, and also providing a brilliant detail of the Abrahamic War as a whole. Characters are shown well and are well-rounded. The film can be quite silly at parts (The whole Christmas plotline seemed awkward, silted and stupid, as did Atlantis). However, the film recovers superbly despite these flaws, and the final battles were brilliantly done- I found Lust to be a very interesting villain, moreso than the real villain of Azazel.
Though the film is implied to be about John Calhoun, it really extends far beyond that- all of Elfen High and some others are given focus in this movie, though sometimes characters who were in the opening scenes of the movie just disappear by the end. And though the plot is supposedly begun because the characters are trying to rescue sixty kidnapped students and the bunny queen, neither of these are mentioned again, neither is the EVE robot.
However, there are many, many good things about this movie. It was funny in parts, sweet in many others (the Calliel-Ivy dynamic was adorable). I found myself genuinely enjoying the Lewis-Crowley and Lewis-Minh dynamics as well. But this film really does make you think and see the world in a different way sometimes.
Overall, I would recommend this film, one of the best of the year. Two thumbs up from me.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 4:21 pm
Heaven and Hell: The Border of Angel and Demon
by C. Jones
When I was young, the slums of Heavensgate were safe. Well, not safe, not for others. But for me? I was a beggar king.
I grew up in the Southwest District, which most people know better simply as the "Sooth'est" (Heavensgate accents have always been a peculiarity) and know it as such only through papers such as this or the occasional rhetoric from conservative angelic politicians who dig it up as an example of the depravity of the demonic race. Don't get me wrong - it was pretty damn awful, to drop the image the Stone has been trying to build as a classy paper. My family was a family of immigrants, moved to Heavensgate to avoid the Famines. They expected a prosperous land, a land of saints, a land ruled by angels. Instead, they found hot and toxic cement - as hot and toxic as the sulfur of human legend - and thronging streets full of vagabonds. Our home was a shack, shared by three families, in a row of shacks shared by even more. You can tell how prosperous a town is based on how tall a town is; in my late teens, the ceiling was more of a hat. Oh, I mentioned streets earlier, I take that back. They were dirt paths splattered with shit, piss, and rotting food thrown from merchant carts. A surprisingly small amount of that refuse came from animals.The usual day involved picking said rotting food from said piss and shit, snacking on it, watching a gang fight, running from the neighborhood bully, pickpocketing some lost angels, and catching the train to school, where I would then covertly repeat said routine will pretending to study.
I grew up in a part of the Sooth'est that belonged to the Red Sulfies. Oh, ostensibly, the entire Sooth'est belongs to Raphael, but Sooth'esterners know the truth - the District was torn in a bloody civil war between the Sulfies and their rival gang, the Blackblood Brothers. The Sulfies and Blackbloods no longer exist, not in the bosoms of the young men who fight these causes into existences at least. Some new terrors reign over here now - I couldn't tell you who, it rarely comes to my attention. It's strange how, as you grow, you realize that the most important thing to you but a moment ago was really just a petty game. I am deeply saddened to admit that I personally ensured a good deal of Blackbloods never got to have that revelation. I was inaugurated into our little organization at age twelve when I beat the shit out of a Blackblood for trying to steal my rotting fruit. It, at first, had nothing to do with gangs, but when I met them, it very suddenly did. By age 16, I had risen in the ranks of the gang - I wasn't the guy (though that's nebulous in a gang), but I was certainly a guy. It was a good life, for a demon in the slums - I used to be harassed because my mom was a "witchfucker" (I myself being a half-human), but now I ruled. I got fresh food. I got women. I got power. I was the neighborhood bully now.
Anyways, that was me. I ruled the slums. Once I left to become a soldier, I missed it. I didn't miss the slums, no, I missed being a Sulfie. I didn't like being in a gang, I liked being a Sulfie. Being a god. Despite myself, I'm still wistful for it. The slums, while still hell (with a lowercase "h"), were my hell.
And they're gone now. The slums I love are one of many casualties in the Angels' War. Once again, we are the barrier between the angels and their foes. It began with Lucifer, who hid amongst us to escape his brother. This War is merely another manifestation of the angels' dualistic bigotry; demons are to be hated and purged, but are to be spared and enslaved. One must simply look at the geography of Heavensgate to see how little they care - we demons, in our starving ghetto, were the first to be assailed by Azazel's army. We were wrapped around Heavensgate like a suit of living, screaming armor. We cried out as the demons forced themselves into our homes, as they took our women and killed our children. The angels did nothing. We attempted to fight back, but our malnourished and untrained young men were slain with the arms of man. The angels did nothing. The invaders plowed through our lives and destroyed them, leaving in their wake destitute carnage and shattered corpses. The angels only reacted when the armies were on their doorstep, where upon they thoroughly smashed their enemy and defended their homes. Could they not have defended ours?
I saw much heroism in my brethren and the humans of Elfen High, but solely cowardice and hatred in the angels. THey care nothing for the demon race beyond pack mules and wage slaves. Many think of us as mere parasites, sucking away the lifeblood of Heavensgate. I assure you, Lord Raphael, I do not want to drain your blood - I want to spill it more than anything. I want my blade buried in your chest.
Why did this war have to happen? It didn't. It didn't at all. The angels simply despised Azazel and allowed the ISSR - a human government-approved research station gone rogue and turned terrorist - to threaten his territory. Azazel was a terrible, terrible man and I rejoice in his death, but he was no danger to me and my family until the angels poked at him, then fled behind their wall of innocent flesh. I saw brother turn against brother, father against son. We should not be fighting each other - we are demons, they are angels. It is as simple as that. Azazel's demons are just the same as Raphael's - slaves. We must band together, my brothers, and we must rise against our oppressors. I do not want war, though I badly want justice. It is too soon. We have lost too many lives. Raphael, I beg you. Set us free. Give us land. We will never drain your blood again. We want simple agrarian lives, demonic lives. We do not want angelic lives. We want freedom, not war. Free us from your chains and we shall not strike back nor gorge ourselves on your food ever again.
We are not Heavensgate. We are demons. I want simply to return to my ancestral lands, which the angels stole from me before I was born, and live as my ancestors did. I want Heavensgate to have never happened, but I will forgive its existence if mine will be forgiven in turn. I just want a home for demons, not for angels; one last vestige of the Golden Age. You can name it after yourself if it pleases you, Raphael. You'd get more out of that than keeping us here.
End the violence. End the tyranny. End the angels.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 6:40 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:06 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:14 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:21 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:25 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"This is a BBC breaking news report. The demonic rabble-rouser named C. Jones has been arrested and jailed for rhetoric likely to incite a breach of the peace. Jones will be in prison for six Earth months, but is still writing from his cell. This move by the archangel Lord Raphael has sparked vivid controversy throughout Hell and Earth. Now, back to the cricket update."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 9:04 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Olthar » Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:53 pm
by Condunum » Wed Apr 10, 2013 11:09 pm
Field of Demons
June, 2020
2017 had been a dismal year for American Football, with superstars like Robbie Parko and Harrisburgenstine both retiring on the same day - mid season. That was a first in Football history, and it lead to the sudden resignation of thirty different star players across the teams in America. With the chief attractions suddenly vanishing, popularity fell, people stopped going to games, and a few teams even disappeared. The Browns were gone, Cleveland couldn't afford them. The Eagles were reduced to a rec team after having lost its Charter. In short, that year killed Football. And for the following two years, the sport was nothing but a joke.
Ticket sales were nonexistent in 2019, with the Ravens scoring a record low of 40 fans actually showing up to the game, and some teams played with no fans at all. The sport was, at that point, so dead that they would be willing to do anything to bolster sales. And they did just that. Car auctions brought fans for one game, but it ultimated way a flop, as the fans booed the team for having the audacity to play when there was a car auction to be had.
Along came Zrauhesael Nepezanabael, a demon immigrant from Dis, trying to make a name for himself in the new land. He was picked up by a scouter, a one Rhett Seward, who watched him single-handedly take on three linemen in a rec game with a few friends he had made. He was immediately brought to the office of then owner of the Baltimore Ravens, Jack Sponge. Mister Sponge wanted no part of being the first man to hire a demon. In fact, he feared the demon might be shot while on the field. Nevertheless, he gave the guy a shot after he proved himself capable of stopping 'The Fridge II' in a one-on-one.
Turn the corner to 2020 season, and the draft pick. Zrauhesael Nepezanabael was instantly signed onto the Ravens for a three year contract, amidst protests from the already disheartened fan base of the sport. In their first game, they had a record turnout... Of rioters. 13,000 fans entered the stadium, and the moment Zrauhesael stepped out of the dark, they went ballistic. Thirteen recorded deaths and 172 injuries, some still not yet recovered.
Come the second game of the season, armed guards lined the stadium, and the turnout was somewhat less, around 10,000 curious spectators. In the first three plays, Zrauhesael made a name for himself that would go down in the history books. He played defensive center, and drove the opposing quarterback back thirty yards to their five. He is the only man to make a defensive touchdown by forcing a quarterback to hand him the ball.
After that, the fans loved him. Other teams followed suit, and by the time the preseason was over, every team in the league had their own demon player. But what about the league heads? Well, that's the boring part no one actually cares about. The owners went ballistic, but a cunning lawyer convinced them they couldn't bar him from playing based on a very ambiguous wording in the rulebook.
Tragedy struck, however, as Zrauhesael was murdered two months ago, after successfully grabbing the Ravens their fourth super bowl win, their third being the controversial double overtime win over the Philadelphia Eagles, who have yet to win a Superbowl.
The Steelers were also all killed in a tragic 'accident'.
by Olthar » Thu Apr 11, 2013 2:22 am
by Nationstatelandsville » Thu Apr 11, 2013 5:40 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Of course, other things also go on in the world at this time.
For one, hundreds of Mormon missionaries were flooding into Hell, eager to convert these heathens. They took the time to translate their holy book into the local demonic languages and save the souls of the local heathens.
"Pardon me, ma'am." one British Mormon named Luke Garren told Jones' wife as she was going to the prison to visit her husband. "Do you have a moment to hear the word of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ?"
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:37 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 14, 2013 3:00 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 14, 2013 3:07 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Mr. Jones, please have a seat." Raphael told the well-known CJ Jones a month later. His plan of imprisoning the demon had backfired. Clearly, he would have to make new adjustments now.
Aleister Crowley also sat there at the table, giving a nod. This was a private meeting, not a global news matter. Though very rapidly it may become so. "I've been talking to Raphael here." Crowley said. "Anyway, you want some wine? A nice drink? Thanks for the compliments about my school, by the way. And an additional thank you for insulting that fucking cunt Sanchez."
"Sanchez will be here shortly." Raphael reminded Crowley.
"So I'm getting my hatred out now."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:10 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Mr. Jones, please have a seat." Raphael told the well-known CJ Jones a month later. His plan of imprisoning the demon had backfired. Clearly, he would have to make new adjustments now.
Aleister Crowley also sat there at the table, giving a nod. This was a private meeting, not a global news matter. Though very rapidly it may become so. "I've been talking to Raphael here." Crowley said. "Anyway, you want some wine? A nice drink? Thanks for the compliments about my school, by the way. And an additional thank you for insulting that fucking cunt Sanchez."
"Sanchez will be here shortly." Raphael reminded Crowley.
"So I'm getting my hatred out now."
Caliban glanced over at Crowley.
He immediately shit himself.
"Uh, wine would be fine," he said, "As red as Raphael's face will be in a moment. Be it embarrassment or rage, we'll simply have to see.
Now, why the hell am I here? That wasn't disrespectful, I live in Hell."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:20 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:Caliban glanced over at Crowley.
He immediately shit himself.
"Uh, wine would be fine," he said, "As red as Raphael's face will be in a moment. Be it embarrassment or rage, we'll simply have to see.
Now, why the hell am I here? That wasn't disrespectful, I live in Hell."
"I'm more willing to compromis-"
"Basically, he agrees that demons and angels shouldn't live together anymore and that it would get you guys to shut the fuck up and out of his chair." said Crowley the diplomat. "But I myself, cynical man that I am, think that a place that is only demon would be a bad thing and a disaster. Not because I hate demons- I do, but I also despise angels, humans, dwarfs, gods and the like, so it evens out- but because I dislike the thought that we have to give up on any chance of peace. So we were considering a new land for you..."
"Funded by the ISSR." said Sanchez, walking through the door.
"Thank you, Rick. Your contribution is always valued." Crowley said with such deep sarcasm that many fish would drown in it.
by Condunum » Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:44 pm
BREAKING: RIOTS IN JAPANRiots broke out in a Japanese Baseball stadium, when the Yomiuri Giants took a huge shit on the Hanshin Tigers. I'm talking an astronomical shit. A shit so large that the manager was enveloped in... Okay, so not a literal shit. The Giants stomped the Tigers in an upsetting defeat, as the Tigers were thought to be this year's Champions. After thirteen injuries, all of which were broken legs from wild pitches, the Tigers had lost the entire top of their roster, leaving them with the backup players. The game had to be delayed three hours to allow replacement players to arrive at the game.
It's uncertain when the rioting started, but sources indicate that the rioting began after player Nihata Teko charged the pitcher after he broke the man's hand, and slammed him over the head with the baseball bat. The fans, outraged over the sudden display of violence in the already rough game, charged the field, and began an all-out brawl between the two team's fans. The teams managed to safely retreat to their respective locker rooms, and barricaded the entrances.
The rioting spilled out into the streets in under ten minutes, destroying much of the area of Kyoto surrounding the Stadium. Cars were flipped, streetlights were taken down and used as battering rams against opposing streetlight battering rams. From the words of one spectator, "It was like an all out war. The rioters were forming sides, barricading streets and making skirmishes against each other. The riot police didn't want to try anything. They were too scared. It was scary, I was scared." You heard it here folks, it was scary.
The riots lasted four days. In that time, rioters made flags, formed battle lines and had skirmishes in the streets. Entire brigades were formed, as if the people were making an army. It didn't end until Tanks from the Japanese Defense Force rolled down the streets, crushing the make-shift walls of both sides of the war zone. A record thirteen thousand arrests were made in a 24 hour period, and four hundred deaths were recorded, most of which were rioters, speared by streetlights, re-bar and shot. While the majority are thought to be pleading guilty to at least some of the charges, it's expected that there will be three years of court cases to deal with all of this. In the mean time, they will all be held in state prisons. Don't drop the soap.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:39 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"I'm more willing to compromis-"
"Basically, he agrees that demons and angels shouldn't live together anymore and that it would get you guys to shut the fuck up and out of his chair." said Crowley the diplomat. "But I myself, cynical man that I am, think that a place that is only demon would be a bad thing and a disaster. Not because I hate demons- I do, but I also despise angels, humans, dwarfs, gods and the like, so it evens out- but because I dislike the thought that we have to give up on any chance of peace. So we were considering a new land for you..."
"Funded by the ISSR." said Sanchez, walking through the door.
"Thank you, Rick. Your contribution is always valued." Crowley said with such deep sarcasm that many fish would drown in it.
Caliban blinked.
"Raphael won't be in charge?" he said.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:44 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Apr 19, 2013 10:46 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"To his great sorrow, he will not be in charge." Crowley confirmed.
Caliban smiled.
"Then I really don't have any place to say no, do I?" he asked, "That said, I don't see why you're talking to me about this. I'm just a journalist. You should be talking to some demon leader, except, no, we don't have those, do we, Raphael?
Anyhow, you'll want to talk to Lord Alastor. A lot of my brothers in Heavensgate worship him as a god. Some literally."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
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