Sunday, March 1, 2009

Duuuuude

First of all:



And is this real?

That Reminds Me


In high school my friend Nick recommended an anime to me. He just told me it was violent and cool. I somehow obtained it. I think I had to order it from Amazon, but I got the VHS. I quickly realized just how graphic the movie was. Ever heard of tentacle sex? That's basically what the film revolved around. The plot was actually really interesting, but all the monsters with their ruthless multiple tentacle cocks are a bit much. The covers of the movies actually have "warning: absolutely not for children."

In one of the sequels, Nazis try to use a terrifying machine to summon a giant moster. What machine you ask? The death rape machine. Yes. Women get attached to crane arms with dildoes and such and get, well, raped to death. Anyway I just thought of the movie due to the whole Nazi and rape topic. Happy March!

I Was A Strange Child


I randomly found a folder of old creative writing stories I wrote for school back in the day. I was one fucked up kid. I wrote five separate stories based on the Candyman character. They were bloody and gruesome. Who does that? I'm surprised the teachers let me get away with it. If a kid did that today, he'd be sent to a psychiatrist for worry of a school shooting. I had another story about a little clown doll that came to life and terrorized a child. Clearly I had issues.

I can't find what was probably the most ridiculous story I wrote. In eighth grade we spent a lot of time learning about the Holocaust. As a Jew I already knew all about it of course. When I was really little, maybe six or seven, a teacher showed us the German flag and asked us what flag it was. I proudly raised my hand and answered, "the Nazi flag." Oops. The story I wrote was about a Jewy family sent to a concentration camp. The girls were being killed outright, so the young woman protagonist decided to masquerade as a boy. She cut her hair very short and would rub charcoal on her cheeks to give the impression of stubble. At night she used various rocks as weights to become more muscular. My teacher loved it.

I haven't written anything for a while, but I'd like to get back to it soon. You won't be surprised to learn that my last story was about a guy getting raped and murdered.