General's Last Thoughts

I bravely lurked through the murky floods. Rain pounded the ground like furious war drums in the midst of battle. There weren't any signs of human life. Just death. And blood. I might as well have been swimming in a pool of corpses. The sight of it all forced me to stop for a brief minute. I leaned against the wall. I thought to myself.
"William......my son......oh God. Please God. I wish I could see my son one last time......"
I dropped to my knees. I was exhausted. I playfully let the dirt on the ground dance around my fingers as I crawled, struggling to get to my feet. Stretching out, I noticed a puddle a few feet away. I squirmed over, wincing with every movement. I leaned over and stared at my reflection. Cracked visor, a face with a century of war buried deep beneath the skin, eyes bleeding with pain, strained to their absolute limit, no hope. Who was this stranger? I didn't know who I was looking at.
"......William......"
Horrific growls snapped me back to the task at hand. I looked down the street to where I heard the noise. Nothing. Just ruins. The death of civilization, its tears glistening, moaning with ghastly screams and whispers. Destruction. Smoking shells, the remains of a once busy city curled up next to each other, every single one crying in agony. Reaching out to the heavens with whatever structure that was still left of them. I turned away. I scanned the cold, empty alleyways. Shadows stretching over me from left and right, the darkness swallowed me. Something caught my eye. I froze. The ground beneath my feet began to shake and quiver. I didn't move for I would've only caused the gravel to shift quicker. At the last second, something grotesquely quick and powerful leaped out of the shadows towards me. BAM! Pure instinct. The poor thing didn't stand a chance. The carcass flew everywhere but I had no time to rejoice as I slipped through the concrete. 1000 feet I soared, finally landing on something soft...and horribly reeking...my fallen brethrin. The last brigade. The finest of the finest, piled up, slaughtered, left mutilated for...I couldn't tell you. I tried to prevent my surroundings from grasping whatever hope and strength I had left. I heard cackling. And chirping. I looked around. I can't explain to you what I saw. It wasn't anything from this world. I backed up. I heard cackling behind me. I turned around and saw more of these creatures slowly inching their way towards me. I quickly realized that I was surrounded. I paused for a brief moment. I thought to myself.
"......is this the end?"
For the creatures, it was just the beginning.
They moved closer.
"......will I ever again see the light of day?"
I was lost. A victim of the night. My eyes stung with the sweat from my face. I started to panic.
"......O-Oh, G-God..."
I stood there. Listening to my heartbeat.
"......thump thump."
Time stopped.
"......thump thump."
My visor fogged up with every breath I took.
"......thump thump."
At this point, the creatures were within reach. I could feel their warm breath boiling the blood beneath my skin.
"......General snap out of it...keep your composure...I-I...I can't......g-gotta d-do t-this..."
I remembered my fallen bretherin.
"......gotta do this..."
Giving up their lives for our children, for the world.
"......gotta do this..."
For William.
"......"
I could've stood there. I could've let them pounce on me. I could've. I knew I was outnumbered. I knew I couldn't kill them all. I knew these monstrosities were about to slaughter me. Turn me into dinner. Like the innocent mouse, not knowing that the hungry cat was right around the corner. But this is my planet. This is my territory. This is my corner.
Who's the cat?
Damn straight.

Where Am I?

okay, i'm going to write a descriptive paragraph and you have to guess where I am [and if you're really good, guess the situation]....

I feel a cold chill run down my spine. The surface is freezing, my neck and back feel like I plunged into a pool of needles. There is a bright light in my face. I can tell even though I cannot see, for I was told to keep my eyes shut. I still wouldn't be able to see if I opened them for the eye mask that had been placed over my face. The last thing I remember seeing is a dimmly lit hallway. Nothing extraordinary, just a hallway with gray walls and a light haze that makes it difficult to breathe. It was night. The shine from the moon and streetlights stream through the windows, giving the hallway an erie glow. Then blackness. I awoke where I am right now. I'm not here against my will. In fact, I am here for someone. What I am about to face will determine my very existance. But it's not like my existance is important. Well maybe it is to one person, and that person is the very reason why I'm here. I didn't know that things would turn out this way. I always thought that I would be alone, doing my own business, not a care in the world. If this had happened earlier, then that may have been the case. The plague has worked a steady course of neural complexity, making it's way deep through the systematic community crossroads of tubes and pods and liquids, engulfing everything in it's path. But it's not too late. It is reversible. If time was taken, then it could have been permanent. I hear clanging. Like a percussionist hitting a tamborine but softer. I hear murmuring. Like a skitzo who can't come to a decision. I can't make out what is being said but there is definitely more than one person present. I can sense them approaching. The clanging is getting louder. The eye mask soaks up with my sweat. I don't even notice my heavy panting as I anticipate what is about to be done. They are leaning over me now. I can tell because the light that was in my face has softened. The clanging abruptly stops. All I can hear is my heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump. I feel slight pressure on my chest. I hear a sudden heavy buzz......

Move Bitch!

Move Bitch, Get Out the Way! Most know this as a record from Luda, but it's also a common phrase that can be heard in any public place: a school hallway, the sidewalk, the mall, even the movie theatre. Why you ask? Because people that walk slow piss the world off, real talk. They're either walking extremely slow, or they're just standing there in the middle of the freakin' way and honestly I feel like just "punching them in the back of the head" [facebook]. The average human walks at a speed of 3mph. Me? Naw, that's too, TOO slow. Like, if you're going to walk like you shit yourself just move to the damn side. I'm tryna get to class and there's people dragging their feet like mindless zombies, having conversations about what happened 2 weeks ago, or people just standing in the middle of the hall looking around tryna find someone they know. If you want to walk slow, volunteer at a retirement home. If you don't want to do that, then get the FUCK out the way!

Whatchu sayin?

Bill was chillin' wit Bob by the Frankenpine.
"Ay dawg, I got that sik Yankees cap at da mall."
"Yo Bill, I thought you was saving your money for a new sound system? Tsk, you spave too much man."
Bill stepped off the Frankenpine.
"Yea I know. Shiiiet, dawg the nastiest thing happened."
"Wha?"
"I was at the food court and I saw this chick and I was like Daaamn dat girl is fine! So I walked up to her but when she turned around, she was actually an old ass woman."
"Hahaha! Dawg what's wrong witchu yo?"
"Yo shut up."
"Revolving bastard, how many times are you goin' to hit up a 1661?"
"Tsk man, shiiiet. Yo her sweater puppies were big still."
"Fo'real?"
"Yea man. She looked good from far, but upclose she far from good."
"Hahah.

Anime? Pleeeease.

When it comes down to it, Spawn is the sikkest comic book character...2nd to my own that is. The unique style of art [surrealism/pop art] incorporated in each print is phenomenal which is why I base my own style on it. I created a villain called "The Illusionist" from my book "Sykosis." It contains the same elements as a Spawn comic would; it's articulate, detailed, "dark", something out of a nightmare. Yea I know it seems emo but it's not. It's just my preference over other styles like anime [pffff]. That's one thing I can't stress enough of: anime. Anime pisses me off ridiculously. It's the cheesiest style of art. What skill is there in drawing triangular eyes and spiky yellow hair and big pointy noses? Honestly, I'm sick of flipping through channels and catching some ninjas shooting energy balls at each other, or little diabolical creatures with necromantic powers that can be caught by tossing a simple red and white ball at them. Manga too is shit in my books. Manga ruined some popular shows that I used to watch as a child such as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Sonic the Hedgehog. I guess anime's popularity on TV spread like a disease thanks to those stupid cards that little kids like to collect. No lie, I used to collect those cards myself but I grew out of that shit a long time ago. Bottom line: anime and manga are both preposterous. I made it my duty to depopularize both by word of mouth and by posting anywhere I can. I know I sound arrogant and stubborn but that's my opinion. Get it straight. O yea, whoever watched the Heavy Metal movies knows where I got my blog title from. ez.