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Author: | Broseidon [ Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:30 pm ] | |||||||||
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This. |
Author: | Snaxocaster [ Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:49 pm ] |
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Yes. |
Author: | Devtron [ Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:53 pm ] |
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The best part is it took about 20 minutes to write. But as they say, if you take longer than 20 minutes to write a song, you basically just jacked off. |
Author: | torgeot [ Mon Oct 18, 2010 7:41 pm ] |
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dibs on the slide solo also, no one likes playing slide, yet for some reason I have fun with it. |
Author: | Devtron [ Mon Oct 18, 2010 8:09 pm ] | |||||||||
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I love slide. I kind of wrote this as a joke, but if ya'll want to make it we can add it to the Banthammer list of projects. |
Author: | Broseidon [ Mon Oct 18, 2010 8:43 pm ] | ||||||||||||||||||
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I could play drums! |
Author: | Snaxocaster [ Tue Oct 19, 2010 3:12 am ] |
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This really should be a Banthammer track. |
Author: | Broseidon [ Tue Oct 19, 2010 7:31 pm ] | |||||||||
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Oh, it shall be. |
Author: | Broseidon [ Fri Oct 22, 2010 3:22 am ] |
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The new stanza was written sober (unfortunately ). Misanthropic enlightment achieved through chemically altered thought process The many fabrics of existence isolated and decrypted The discrepancies and paradoxes of human existence unveiled My manifest destiny revealed; the strategic extermination of parasitic man Elevated, exalted, my calling realized Sweet intoxication consumes my mortal soul Purpose has been given to this aimless vessel My hands tools in the service of this great cleansing The insects are silenced without hesitation I fear not for them nor taste remorse They shall be condemned to eternal suffering Exiled to a seperate plane of existence; pre-fabricated, perfect hell The blade's edge savagely rips through sinewy tissue The void created gives way to crimson Bloodlust clouds my eyes, sheer elation Wretched spirit exhumed from it's flesh-wrought hull I love and enjoy the gore aspect of DM lyrics, I just always fear that my lyrics are too generic. |
Author: | Broseidon [ Sun Oct 24, 2010 3:41 am ] |
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I am trying to write more, making the next stanza more about the psychological aspects discussed in the first three rather than the gore from the fourth, and it is becoming obvious that I actually need THC to write in that vein. This is actually sort of saddening. It is also making me wish I had weed. |
Author: | Devtron [ Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:00 pm ] |
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Eh, have been trying to bang out more of this script, not going too well. I am at a loss for funny ideas. I keep writing myself into brick walls, but I am thinking of more and more ideas for other projects as well so at least it hasn't been a total loss. Anywho, here is what I got, formatting be damned! SCIENCE! PILOT SCENE 1 INT. - LAB CLOSE UP OF A CLASSIC WOOD PANEL ANSWERING MACHINE. PHONE RINGS AND GOES TO MACHINE.
(NERVOUS) Uh hello, Doctor … Telsa? This is Doug from Ameribank. It looks like the last payment on your credit account is late. We were wondering if you could maybe pay that some time?
(IN BACKGROUND) So we accept pretty much any form of payment. Well not anything, we don't accept any species of livestock. Let me tell you I will never try to collect from a third-world country again. DR. TESLA Zombie Edison! (MENACINGLY) Analyze his voice. ZOMBIE EDISON (SALUTES, INCOHERENT ZOMBIE SPEAK) Uh yuh!
Uh!
Is he married? ZOMBIE EDISON Nuh. DR. TESLA Of course not. Girlfriend?
Fantasy Wars guild?
Perfect! Connect to their voice-chat server under his name, and activate the voice duplicator this time!
Kemlor, you are on at a peculiar hour? Didst thou escape from thine enslavement? DR. TESLA (DUPLICATING BILL COLLECTORS VOICE) No nerd bags, I finally decided to get a real life
Oh yeah, and you are all fat losers who will never lose their virginity. Also, I talk about how lame all of you are to other guilds on the server. We call you the “Champions of Pitiful Social Lives”. Everyone laughs about it, it's a great joke. There is a song on YouTube about it. NERDY VOICE Kemlor, why does thoust talk of us so? Your loyal companions … DR. TESLA Because I have always hated you, and I think you all should just go ahead and do everyone a favor and suicide together, cult style. PATHETIC LOOKING GUY SITTING IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER.
Time to slay the Demon Lord. Good thing I skipped that shower or else I would have missed the raid. What? ‘Guild membership has been revoked’? What's going on!
(DEVASTATED) No … No … NO! INT. - LAB
Perfect. (LOOKS AT ZOMBIE EDISON) We really do need to figure out how to pay the bills though. That experiment with Unobtanium cost me a pretty kuna.
The east wing of Lab-34 is still empty after the gigantic miniature poodle died. GIGANTIC MINIATURE POODLE STANDING IN FIELD. MOLOTOV COCKTAIL THROWN FROM OFF SCREEN IGNITES POODLE WHICH BEGINS RUNNING AROUND IN FLAMES. INT. – LAB INTRO SCENE 2 EXT. – CITY STREET IN FRONT OF APARTMENT BUILDING – DAY
(PANIC) Jesus Christ! GIRL LAYING IN TUB FULL OF BLOODY WATER
(SNAPPING BACK TO LIFE) Calm down David, it’s just a photo shoot.
Is this for that Troubled Women website? I can’t believe you subject yourself to this stuff Kelsie. KELSIE Yeah David, well, someone has to pay the rent around here. Can we take five guys?
(BLUSHING) Um yeah about that. KELSIE You didn’t find a job today did you? DAVID Errrr … no. KELSIE (PUTTING ON A ROBE) Well you remember our agreement don’t you? DAVID Please no. KELSIE David, you said that if you didn’t find a job by the end of the month so you could start paying for your share of the rent, you would either move out or volunteer to be my submissive in a Troubled Women shoot. DAVID But, Kelsie – KELSIE No Davey, I can’t float you anymore. (RUMMAGING THROUGH HER CLOSET) So what is it going to be?
(STUNNED) Um … DAVID CARRYING LUGGAGE AND OTHER BELONGINGS. KELSIE APPEARS FROM A WINDOW.
Sorry about this Davey. But remember, if you ever change your mind, the ball gag will be here.
Kelsie! Don’t worry about me, I have a few options.
(PAUSING) I have nothing. INT. – LAB – DAY DR. TESLA AND ZOMBIE EDISON SIT PLAYING HOLOGRAPHIC BATTLESHIP
(PONDERING) E-4
Shut up, it was just a lucky first shot. You’re move. ZOMBIE EDISON Uh-Uhhuh COMPUTER TERMINAL Unrecognized move. ZOMBIE EDISON (AGITATED) Uh-huhhuh COMPUTER TERMINAL Unrecognized move. ZOMBIE EDISON (OUTRAGED) UH-HUHHUH! COMPUTER TERMINAL Unrecognized move. If trying to use a language other than English, please consult the user manual.
And he wonders why we never do things together anymore. Oh, it seems like only yesterday … A LARGE WOODEN STAGE WITH A LARGE BANNER READING “BATTLE OF THE CURRENTS – NIAGARA FALLS” IS HANGING ABOVE IT. TO THE LEFT IS TESLA WITH HIS ALTERNATING CURRENT, AND TO THE RIGHT IS A STILL LIVING EDISON WITH HIS DIRECT CURRENT. CANADIAN AND AMERICAN JUDGES DELIBERATE.
We, the representatives of the Niagara Falls Energy Association, would like to announce we have made a decision. From now on, we shall use … Dr. Tesla’s Alternating Current of Wonder and Awesomness.
(EMOTIONAL) Oh wow, this is so amazing. I couldn’t have done it without my financial backers (POINTS TO RICH LOOKING GENTLEMEN), my team (POINTS TO MOUSTACHED SCIENTISTS) and most important, myself. I really amazed myself on this one. But, when there is a winner there is also a loser. So let me get a round of applause for my rival, Dr. Edison! FLASHFOWARD – INT. - LAB – DAY
Ah, you crafty bastard. You knew I wanted nothing more than to shove that victory right down your throat, and you took that from me. Of course, we see who got the last laugh.
Ehhhhh, remembered a funny joke I once heard?
INT. – OFFICE – DAY TESLA SITTING OPPOSITE A WELL DRESSED SMILING MAN.
(SIGNING DOCUMENTS) Well I think that just about settles it. You can start moving in your things as soon as I get that spare key made. MAN Great, great. Hey I forgot to ask, is this room climate controlled? DR. TESLA Why yes of course. MAN Good, good. The bodies have to stay cold or else they start smelling just awful. DR. TESLA Oh yes, I know that game.
Hey, what’s wrong? DR. TESLA You should probably leave now. MAN Is this about the bodies? DR. TESLA No, no, no of course not. (AWKWARD SILENCE) Yes it’s about the bodies. MAN What if I promise to give you ten minutes alone with them each weekend. DR. TESLA (STUNNED) Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh. EXT. – TEST FIELD – DAY SMILING MAN WAKES UP TO FIND HIMSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TEST FIELD.
Where the hell am I? What happened?
INT. – LAB – DAY
When will I learn not to trust people from the Internet. Oh, how could this day get any worse?
COMPUTER TERMINAL Warning. Test subject escape in Lab 7. DR. TESLA Lab 7? The damn mice, again? Computer, bring up Lab 7 on the monitors.
INT. – LAB – DAY ZOMBIE EDISON IS READING A COPY OF “THE MOUSE AND THE MOTORCYCLE” CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL HIM SITTING IN LAB 7 SURROUNDED BY A FLEET OF TINY MOTORCYCLES. HE LOOKS AT A CRUDELY DRAWN PICTURE OF MOTORCYCLE RIDING MICE CONQUERING THE WORLD AND ZOMBIE EDISON AS KING. HE THEN PRESSES THE “OPEN ALL CAGES” BUTTON. CUTS BACK TO TESLA. |
Author: | Unstrung [ Mon Nov 15, 2010 8:00 am ] |
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REACH THROUGH I can see My existence stretched out behind me Every instance A point on the twisting trail Spanning the distance A snake that slithers through time I began at the tail Surging forward, I am the head Now here I stand in my moment of peril Summation of all my errors Death looms with cold purpose I have found the end A wall that finally halts the progress Cages travel of my essence Colliding with inevitability End of a given segment But the line is not straight At every chance it found, it wound Merely one within an infinity Causative formations, endless variations So I focus my will on a single point Choose one of any pivotal instances That comprise my twisting temporal structure To right the wrongs, to carry on I reach through... The snake was climbing Up a steep slope all this time Ever gaining Perspective with each moment From above A mountain overlooking a valley It shed its skin To continue in a state of renewal Now here I stand in a moment of before |
Author: | Unstrung [ Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:10 am ] |
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Yeah I guess it isn't that great. I wrote it last night at 7am after putting down a book, a moment of drunken inspiration... |
Author: | Broseidon [ Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:27 am ] |
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It's really not that bad, I would be pretty happy with that material myself. Of course, I am not sure if I am a good writer on most days, so I would take that with a grain of salt. |
Author: | Broseidon [ Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:52 pm ] |
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Oh man, I feel a misanthropic rap coming on.. |
Author: | Broseidon [ Thu Jan 27, 2011 10:48 pm ] |
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Destroying all that is pure out of embittered resentment I am nothing more than a bastardized amalgamation Uncorresponding pieces of shit sewn together, debauched mutt of a man Loathsome product of self-synthesized false sense of self esteem Incapable of true satisfaction, empty pleasure achieved through chastising the helpless Building pressure, dormant but potent ticking timebomb Useless, useless Threads of sanity slowly unraveling Something I wrote down real quick at school. |
Author: | Broseidon [ Wed Mar 02, 2011 9:28 pm ] |
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Something I wrote pretty effortlessly on the transit bus. I actually like it quite a bit. Still needs a lot of work though. Every since I was a young boy For very little did I care No desire for friends or toys My interests dwell elsewhere Quite early in my life Something peculiar did I learn Great pleasure could be summoned As I watched others suffer & squirm My curiosity started out small you see I began dissecting local pets Basking in their agony Writhing till their last breaths The crawlspace soon swelled with corpses Long my place to store the dead One day my father sensed the stench of rotting death And this is what he said; I see you're very sick, son As tears welled up in his fearful eyes We can get you help, my boy But the stutter in his cadence spoke of lies What happened next; It all seemed to occur within a flash Something seemed to explode inside my brain, Like shattered glass Independent of my will; My legs legs propelled me toward the kitchen |
Author: | Unstrung [ Wed Mar 02, 2011 10:08 pm ] |
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To make a big nummy sangwich? |
Author: | Broseidon [ Wed Mar 02, 2011 10:12 pm ] |
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No sammiches. Butcher knives. |
Author: | Unstrung [ Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:13 am ] |
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Waiting outside the abortion clinic Concealed for hours in the hot sun The sun sets and the staff have all gone home My hunger will be satisfied now that I'm alone Newly aborted infants are my treat In the dumpster I can find so much meat Thrust my arm deeper Where the meat is not so fresh Yesterday's aborted flesh Swallowing the juicy pink Savouring the rotten stink Their bones crunch between my teeth As I reach further beneath Where maggots eat the decay Abortion clinic buffet Feasting on fetuses |
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