Sunday, February 16, 2014

Hate Post Filled Rage Rant

I'm trying this out for once in my life, just ranting at nothing in particular. Here it goes.

I am a creature filled mostly with rage and hate. I have never since I was a child been able to control my emotions in a healthy way, hence why I am trying this out. What exactly do I hate? Nothing and everything. "Oh I'm just being overdramatic," maybe I am, in fact I know I am, but fuck you. This is my moment, my page, I have the floor, I'll be a 5 year old if I want.

Its not a hidden fact that I have gone through and dealt with some shit in my short life so far, but here's the thing, in some fucked up way it has made me stronger, but also I am not a god and it wears on me constantly. Here is the Hate Load I am about to spew. I NEVER HAVE COMPARED MY LIFE TO ANYONE ELSES. I make one joke ever and it's "Waaah I had a bone come out my leg," when someone complains that they hurt themselves. If any of you ever thought I ever truly meant that in a hurtful manner, I am sorry, really, because one thing I hate the most is people who One Up someone about anything.

"Oh you got $50 well I got $100," well congradufuckinglations. I was just simply telling a story and I didn't realize I was in the presence of fucking royalty and should keep my peasant mouth shut because I'll never be on your level.

Yes that was a silly example but seriously think to yourself has there ever been an instance were one upping someone has resulted in a positive experience? Well for the asshole it was, because they just stroked their ego in front of everyone and blew a load of smug on their face.

This leads me to my next point, I hate that not a single fuckin person takes me seriously at all. Like I know 99% of you are just thinking I'm a fucking moron right now, well gratz! You are wasting your time reading my stupid shit and ramblings. Who is the real winner now? Obviously I want the attention right that's why I'm putting it on the interwebs. Not exactly true, fucktard. My pen broke when I tried to write this down the first time. And ya know, I'm sure there is at least one person who might find my mind interesting. If you are that person, I love you and you are awesome. Stay that way.

I know I am a badass individual, one that cares, one that loves, and who is fiercely loyal. I am passionate about things I like and don't....wait what am I doing, this is a hate post. That. What I just did. I fucking hate that.

I hate when people look too deeply into what I am saying and twist my words. I have a hard time articulating my thoughts as it is, why does anyone think I have some deeper motive about what I am saying or what I am doing? Being coherent is a struggle enough, ask anyone who has ever heard me talk at length. Hell this right here is an example.

Anal Tremors. I have your attention now? Good so listen real good to this next part...this whole thing is directed at no one. If you are at all offended at anything I said and think this was a direct attack at you, wonderful, you have an ego problem. I am just really angry and letting it all out.

Seriously I did not think at all while writing this, it just kinda happened. Huh....I guess this did help. I'll probably do this again...or not. Fuck.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Tufer Origins Chapter 1

"I have to find her. I need to see tell her that I am ok. That I am back. That everything will be fine now. But....but will she even recognize me?" I see my own reflection in a water puddle at my feet. A broken shell of the bunny I once was. A skull now replacing a smiling face I once had. Burning yellow orbs sunken into eye sockets. What fur I still had was warped and charred black from the flames of Sheol. The only familiar feature I still possess is my floppy drooping behind my head from being soaked.

Wrapped in my own thoughts, I forget about the torrential rain that has been here since I arrived. I brought it with me. I have become something different, just nigh of a god in this realm now. I finally have the power to accomplish what I wanted so much back then, but does it really matter anymore? Will revenge change anything? Will it end my rage? My guilt? Her grief? With each thought, the rain beats my skull harder than before. Flashes light up the sky, thunder shakes the ground I stand on.

My old burrow was not far from where I stood. I know she is in there, I can feel her presence, her sorrow. I could hear her voice, "Why Tufer? Why did you have to go through with this? Why couldn't you just let it go? Your hate....your consumed you. I couldn't bear to see what it had done to you...I shouldn't have let you leave that night. I should have stopped you, I should have comforted you. I miss you so much, Tufer. Its all my fault that you aren't here now...forgive me..."

"No...nothing is your fault, Ony, I am to blame," is what I want to tell her. I can't....I can't let her see what I have become. If she saw the monster that I am now, her grief would only grow exponentially. I shouldn't have come back here. My mind is conflicted now, I don't know if I can continue my original mission. "You think you are insignificant my small, rabbit friend, but you are destined for much greater things if only you accept it," I was told before my resurrection on this plane. I need to focus on that, fulfilling my destiny. I turn my back on the burrow, to Ony, to my past. I have to use my rage, my pain, to fuel the destruction of the evils of this world...and every world. I can still hear her cries.

"Dammit Tufer! Just go back to her! Fulfill your destiny later! This is the real reason you came back!"

Before I could react, I felt something strong hoist me up from behind, binding my arms behind me. I struggle against whatever creature is holding me, but it is much too strong, and my body too small to break free of it's grasp. "Look alive guys! I got us a fighter here!" The voice behind me growled. Three figures appeared in front of me, growling and laughing. Werewolves, the foulest creatures of this world. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" I desperately scream, for what reason I don't know. They stepped closer to me, I could feel their breath,"Oh I just love it when they resist! Bahahaha!"
"What the hell is wrong with this one? Its disgusting!"
"When have you ever cared what anything looked like? I saw that troll you brought back to your cave with you last night, bitch was hideous! This is just food!"
"What did you just say, mate?!"
"ENOUGH!" A voice roared from behind the three in front of me. "Shut the hell up and let me take a look at our prey!" The three whimpered and backed off, then I could see the alpha. He was massive....and missing an eye. "No," I thought as fear gripped my heart. A surge of rage flowed through me. A force pulsed from my body. "The fu...!" The one who had been restraining me suddenly dropped me, startled by the sudden energy burst. It can't be him. Not now. Not here!

My eyes now burning with hate, I can feel my body changing, taking it's purer form. Like a living shadow, the dark energy envelopes my whole body, covering every exposed 'weakness' like sinful armor. I grow in size, the same height as my assailants, the same ones now cowering in fear, except for their leader who stands unflinchingly in front of me. "YOU!" Of every thought, every emotion, that was all that could come from my mouth, "YOU BASTARD!" Standing with his arms crossed and smirking, "Do we know each other, friend?" With another burst of raw, hate filled energy, my transformation is complete. I look my foe in the eye, " did this to me...All of my pain! Everything I have done in my life! ALL OF IT! YOU CAUSE ALL OF IT! YOU ARE THE BASTARD THAT KILLED HIM! YOU...YOU KILLED ME!"

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Making a Withdrawal: A How To with Kooter and The Pizza Guy

"Wake up, cupcake!" A man screams in agony from a cigarette being put out on his forehead. "Oh quit being such a baby! See, nothing I have done to you hurts that bad!" The maniac takes an extremely large knife and slices his own forehead with it, letting the blood seep down his face all the while cackling. The victim struggles and tries to scream but the gag in his mouth prevents him. He glances upward to notice he is suspended by chains attached to his wrists. "OWW SHIT! OK...that did kinda hurt...daddy needs more juice...hang on a second...oh....haha...HAHA! GET IT? DO YOU GET IT? YOU'RE HANGING FROM THE ROOF! Oh I am just too much sometimes hee hee," the psychopath mutters as he makes his way to a sort of counter top covered in white powder.

The hostage takes a moment to examine his captor. His face is scruffy, a dirty mohawk with a bad dye job sits on top of his somewhat shaved head. He is shirtless revealing a scar covered body, he isn't exactly built, but fit in an odd way. His mannerisms show a hint of intelligence behind his obvious madness. This guy is skilled, he has done this before...several times.

The room they are in cannot be any bigger than a cheap apartment, everything is out in the open except for a small hallway leading to another room. The room the man hangs in is filthy, empty pizza boxes, pill bottles, whiskey bottles, various dismantled electronics, and a wall adorned with.....'tools.' The whole room is lit by artificial lighting, no windows at all to let in any sun. A small whirring can be heard in the distance, possibly that of a generator.

The lunatic buries his head in a mountain of the white substance and breathes in deeply. "WOOOOOOOH YEAH! I'M BACK BABY!" he screams in excitement. Pressing the knife underneath the man's left eye, the maniac continues his interrogation, " more time...why...oh why have you been moving large amounts of cash from one account and trans...oh fuck it, I don't get paid enough to pay attention, WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!" The man tries to respond a muffled response but at that instant a siren blares in the room. "AH SHIT DAMMIT!" Startled, the captor loses balance and accidentally slices the guy's cheek. " bad..."

A speaker blares, "Kooter, I have your usual pizza here, and you changed the door code again so can you let me in?"
"PIZZA IS HERE! I FORGOT! I hope you're hungry pal!" Kooter runs towards the door like a kid running for ice cream. The hostage had a multitude of thoughts running through his head, he didn't know if to be scared, or upset that his captor screws around too much.

"Nice to see you too, Kooter..." the pizza guy remarks to the lunatic stuffing his face, "By the way, Mr. McDaniels had a message for you..." Kooter stopped and looked deadly serious. "Enzo! Empty your pockets now!" Kooter demanded. "That isn't my name, its..." "NOW!" With a sigh, Enzo reached into his pocket and hands Kooter his cell phone, "Please...its my fifth phone this week...oh great that's ok too..." Kooter had already smashed it on the ground. "What have I told you about them listening and tracking you here?!" The pizza guy just walks past Kooter into the 'chamber' saying "Sup?" to the hostage. "Your payment is in the giant stuffed rabbit as usual. AND DON'T TAKE MORE THAN THE USUAL 5 GRAND! I know exactly how much is in there...and bring me the radio!"

"Whatever, Kooter....fucking psycho," he mutters. "What did you say?!" "I are a psychic!" "Damn right I am! This metal plate isn't just for show!" The hostage is strangely enamored with the exchange between the two, all while trying to get Enzo's attention to help him.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE THE WRONG GUY?!" Kooter screams into the receiver. A voice on the other side responds, "Dammit Kooter! I told you from the East Branch Bank...he is from the WEST Branch! Do you not listen?" Holding the radio in front of his mouth, "You know I dropped out of school, Jack! I can't read! What do I do with him?!" "I don't care what you do, just fix this!"

Kooter looks over to Enzo, who is eating his pizza, then looks back at the hostage. "Well my friend it seems I screwed up, I wasn't supposed to kidnap you. Oh'll give my condolences to the missus wontcha?" Kooter says as he walks over to the over joyed hostage, finally seeing some sort of hope of freedom from this madman. "Now...I am going to let you go...and you aren't going to tell anyone, ok? Or that beautiful family of yours will all it pal?" Tearfully the guy nods and as Kooter takes off his gag, tries to thank him. "Shhhh," the maniac presses a finger to his lips, "don't speak...don't ruin the moment....and give me your coat, I like it." The man hurriedly removes the coat and throws it to Kooter.

The psychopath points to a staircase that leads to a door, "Now go! Be free! I'll miss you Mister Bank Man!" Without thinking the man runs to the door and sprints outside. It seems he was being held captive underground in a bunker, nothing but flat plains all around him. He just wants to go home and hold his wife, and to escape this hell. He sees both Kooter and Enzo standing in the doorway and runs in the opposite direction.


Chunks and a red mist rain down.

"You weren't going to tell him about the landmines where you..."
"I thought about it....buuuuuut I figured it would be more special this way. Now get out of my house Enzo!"
"Always a pleasure, Kooter....I always know where I can find two lifetimes of nightmare fuel if I need it..." The heavy iron door slams behind the pizza delivery guy as he carefully makes his way past all of the traps back to the road.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Atoning for The Dead One

I grip the blade as I make the journey to my final resting place. The sun doesn't shine where I am going. Only darkness, forever. My whole life I have only spread sorrow and destruction. I have shamed my name and my blood with the things I have done. I am here. And he is waiting to ambush.

I kneel in the soft, brown leaves, pointing the edge of the blade to my stomach. I can't erase my existence and the pain I have wrought, but maybe I can atone by spilling my blood on this sacred ground. I ready myself, weary from my own sorrow, to grant eternal forgiveness. A shadow catches my attention. Through sheer reflex, I deflect something from behind.

"You hesitated, I was just ensuring that you would pay for your sins with your own blood," I heard a voice behind me growl. Turning around, my eyes meet with my foe. A grotesque figure clad in my exact armor, large black blades in the place of human limbs. A menacing grin on his face. Immediately I stand on my feet, ready for the next attack. Sure enough it comes. The first blow I parry, but the force knocked me off balance. The second hit its target.

I fell hard onto my back, searing pain in my cheek...I taste my own blood. "Why are you suddenly fighting to survive when moments ago you had almost finished the job?" The looming creature inquired. I didn't have an answer for him....I could only fight back out of instinct. "You are weak! You are no warrior! Only a maggot that plagues everything around him. Not worthy of the gifts you have been granted," he sneered. I stood to face off with my tormentor again. I struggled to speak, "Even if what you say is true, it is my decision to make, not yours. I will live and die by my own choice!"

Knocked down again, I see the gash in my armor, the pain sapping my energy. "You are truly a pathetic fool, you can't even face me...much less face all the destruction around you." I feel a grasp on my throat as I am hoisted up. That is when I saw what he wanted me to. "Do you not see all of the death? All of the pain?" The trees. Bodies. Hundreds of bodies hang from each limb. "All of this is your doing. Every selfish act you have made, every person you abandoned and broke because you are too weak to face reality. You couldn't fix yourself so you unleashed your pain on others, innocents. This is because of you. You are not noble, you are not some flawed hero. You are lower than an animal. Animals are oblivious of the consequences for their actions, you know full well that no honor would be brought, yet you do not care and hide under this noble guise. This is why you have to die, because you of squandered your life and made it meaningless."

I landed hard as he dropped me. I want to believe everything he said was a lie....but its not. Everything. All of it was true. Kneeling down, I utter one last request, "Before you kill me, demon, who are you?" A dark, maniacal laughter fills the air and chills me to the bone. "You poor dog. You don't even know. You summoned me by coming here. I have been called many things, but in this land I am known as the Guardian of Akibahara Forest. You think you are the first one to face me? Or the last? You pathetic piece of flesh, you aren't special! I have helped many atone for their past here! You should feel honored to join their ranks."

This is it. This is where I find peace. This is where I get what I deserve. Its over.


I have to make things right. I have shed enough blood and fought too long to just let it end. Everything I have endured has brought me to this moment. I have to face this, I have to face him! He nearly had my head if I hadn't rolled out of the way. I find my sword where I had dropped it and get to my feet. Exploding in anger, the demon lunges at me, "Why don't you just GIVE UP?!" Metal clashes, I stand my ground, only the hilt of my sword remains. Most of the blade shattered deflecting the demon's onslaught. He laughs again, his rancid breath hitting my face.

His guard is down, he thinks I'm finished. Now is the moment to strike. I drive the broken sword underneath his jaw, upwards. Shock appears across his mangled face. With every ounce of strength I have left, I pull towards me, splitting his face in two. The demon collapses in front of me, " are the only mortal the have bested me...remember this battle...remember your have been granted a second not be so easy to throw your life away again. I will not be as forgiving next time." Just as he suddenly appeared before, the demon vanished. I let go of my blade. I no longer need this tool of destruction. The pain I wrought and have held on to stay with this sword. I know what I must do now.

My journey didn't end here like I thought. I still have fight left in me and more I have to do. I have to fix what I've done, and find the strength to continue. Two beings had met in that forest, only one left.

Comfort Lost

The light, I can see it. A hand. Reaching to me. It glows with purity. I reach to grab my salvation, but the crimson stained meat hooks pull me back. I tug harder on the captive devices, as they rip my flesh.

Still the hand reaches for me to grasp. I...can't....reach! Grabbing at the looks, I rip them out. Blood spills to the floor, I roar to cover my pain. Only a few left now, two exactly piercing the Achilles tendon.

I grip each one...motivated by only my eventual salvation, I painfully rip them out, dark red spray painting the dirty wall of my prison. Legs give way and  crumble. I hit the floor with a grunt and a curse. I look up to reach.

It's gone. The gone?!

Cursing the name of every diety, I pound my fists into to cold rock floor. Bones in my hands crack, the pain is nothing new. What or who was going to save me? Why did they leave me?! Did they not see I was freeing myself so I could reach them?

Bloody, cold, and alone, I slump against the walls of my chamber. Cursed again by hope. Hope....who knew it could be such a powerful weapon, twisted in darkness.

As I break out of my hypnotic trance, I see something else....a second hand descending. Something is different that the first, but I have to take it. Dragging my bloody stumps behind me, I crawl towards the hand. This one I can reach!

I grab a hold of the hand. It slowly hoists me up to my salvation. That...that's when I notice the difference. This hand is scabbed, vermilion colored, bones exposed from rotten flesh.

The hand turns into claws that crush mine. I try to let go, but I cannot free my hand. I look upward, damning this 'savior,' to see four tentacles, each one like a spear, rush through me. I cough, blood sputters. I see, through intense pain, that the spear-like tentacles piercing my body, are merely anchors meant to hold me in imprison me to were I once was.

The hand drops me. A resounding thud as I collapse. I can't stand from the pain and the destroyed muscle tissue. I see the hooks coming now to finish the job. They rip into the flesh. Holding me here.

Darkness envelopes this bloody shell of a man. He is alone once again. Sobbing, he sees another hand, much like the first.

He just stares at it, with tears in his eyes, until it disappears