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7/19/2025, 3:48:27 AM
John Stalvern waited.
The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air.
There were demons in the base.
He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years.
His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late.
Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years.
When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles.
John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up.
But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.
The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air.
There were demons in the base.
He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years.
His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late.
Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years.
When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles.
John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up.
But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.
6/27/2025, 8:55:58 PM
>>508893588
Lets fuck and shit out something new
Lets fuck and shit out something new
6/14/2025, 6:47:17 AM
https://youtu.be/4Cgo4x83KFY?si=uVhxkPLQIoeFZw4Q
You know the problem with Hollywood?
They make shit.
Unbelievable, unremarkable shit.
I'm not some grungy filmmaker-wannabee searching for existentialism through a haze of bong-smoke. It's easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, or the purely moronic stringing together of words many of the studios term as prose.
No,I'm talking the lack of realism.
Realism.
Not a pervasive element in the modern American cinematic vision.
Take Dog Day Afternoon for example. Arguably Pacino's greatest performance, excepting The Godfather, Part I, and Scarface, of course. A masterpiece of directing, easily Lumet's best. The acting, the script, cinematography, all top notch.
But, they didn't push the envelope.
What if in Dog Day, Sonny really wanted to get away with it?
What if, and here's where it gets tricky.
What if they'd started killing hostages?
No mercy, no quarter, meet our demands or the cute blonde in the bell bottoms gets one in the back of the head,
bam, splatter.
What?
Still no bus?
How many innocent victims would they let get sprayed across the windows before the city reversed its policy on hostage situations?
And this was 1976.
No C.N.N., no C.N.B.C., no M.T.V. No Internet.
Fast forward to the present, same situation. Can you imagine the feeding frenzy of the modern media? In hours it would be the top story from Boston to Budapest. All caught in 150 millimeter zoom, computer enhanced, and color corrected. You would practically taste the brain matter.
Six hostages die.
Ten.
Twelve.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Relentless.
One after another.
All over a bus, a plane, and a couple of million dollars that were federally insured.
You know the problem with Hollywood?
They make shit.
Unbelievable, unremarkable shit.
I'm not some grungy filmmaker-wannabee searching for existentialism through a haze of bong-smoke. It's easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, or the purely moronic stringing together of words many of the studios term as prose.
No,I'm talking the lack of realism.
Realism.
Not a pervasive element in the modern American cinematic vision.
Take Dog Day Afternoon for example. Arguably Pacino's greatest performance, excepting The Godfather, Part I, and Scarface, of course. A masterpiece of directing, easily Lumet's best. The acting, the script, cinematography, all top notch.
But, they didn't push the envelope.
What if in Dog Day, Sonny really wanted to get away with it?
What if, and here's where it gets tricky.
What if they'd started killing hostages?
No mercy, no quarter, meet our demands or the cute blonde in the bell bottoms gets one in the back of the head,
bam, splatter.
What?
Still no bus?
How many innocent victims would they let get sprayed across the windows before the city reversed its policy on hostage situations?
And this was 1976.
No C.N.N., no C.N.B.C., no M.T.V. No Internet.
Fast forward to the present, same situation. Can you imagine the feeding frenzy of the modern media? In hours it would be the top story from Boston to Budapest. All caught in 150 millimeter zoom, computer enhanced, and color corrected. You would practically taste the brain matter.
Six hostages die.
Ten.
Twelve.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Relentless.
One after another.
All over a bus, a plane, and a couple of million dollars that were federally insured.
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