Why movies still suck ass

Was at work the other day and I thought to myself, I know why current day movies still suck cock-unforgetable characters. Name me 3 characters from Transformers debacle, part one or two. Go ahead, ill give you some time. Okay, Megan Fox and that black dude, NOT good enough. Oh wait, Optimus Prime and some other CGI pricks. Now think back to Aliens or Terminator 1 or 2. Sarah Conner, John Conner, Kyle Reese, T-2000-I think, T-1000, Elen Ripley, Newt, Lt Goren, Hicks, Burke, Sarge, Vasquez, Queen Alien, well you get my drift. How come I remember shit from the 80's and can't remember fucken anyones name from any movie in the last couple of years except Elen fucken Juno, becuase it was the name of the movie. Name the characters from shit like Mirrors, One Missed Call, the shitty Omen Remake. Remember any names from the Unborn, the Univited, Sunshine Cleaning, Little Miss Sunshine, shit anything. What was Robocops real name, Officer fucken Murphey. Pulp Fiction? The Wolf, Vincent, Jules, Marcellus and Mia Wallace, the Gimp, Zed, Butch, you get the idea again. Hell I can't name anyone from Planet Terror or Death Proof, the only thing I remember is Abernathy and I don't know if that was anyones name. So please, make shit with memerable characters that we will remember.

Last in her class

This is my first piece of horror themed flash fiction, which is edited my none other than Troy Allen, enjoy fuckers....

The room was hot…hot and dark. Eric laid in the bed, not certain if he was either paralyzed or just seized with fear, awake or dreaming. His mobility was limited but he managed to look around. Turning his head from side to side he saw shadows of bedroom furniture and other fixtures, none of them his. He tried to speak but nothing came out, he tried moving his other limbs but that worked to no avail. It was safe to assume that, yes, he was paralyzed. From what he did not know.
Without options, he resigned to just laying there and tried not to panic. He managed to contain his breathing and after a while his vision started to clear up. Again, he tried to look around the room. This time he saw posters, a small TV, pictures, women's clothes sprawled on the floor and a bookcase filled with movies.
College dorm, he thought. A woman’s room to be exact.
He also started to notice a nasty taste in his mouth, a mixture of medicine and alcohol. He started to focus on one of the posters on the wall. It had a kitten trying to climb out of a lake, the message below it said "keep trying, never give up".
Eric felt a pain in his neck, like he had been stabbed with a sharp point.
His concentration on the poster was broken when the door opened. A young woman entered. She had on white medical scrubs, a pair of black thick framed glasses sat on top of her slender nose.
She walked over and hovered above him, smiling.
“You drank your own date rape drug, asshole,” she said.
Her eyebrows never moved when she spoke..
“You were so wasted you drank both our beers and passed out --- lucky for you I'm a Med student…and a concerned citizen,” she continued, slipping on a pair of medical gloves from her pocket.
“Finals are next week. Professor says that I have to work on my incisions…that my hands are too shaky.”
In her right hand, something gleamed in the moonlight --- a blade. It was long and exact. Sharp.
“I should have graduated by now…probably one of the worst students he has ever seen.” She lowered the blade to his chest and started cutting slowly.
“Don't worry, sugah, once the medication wears off…you'll feel everything.”

Flash Fiction

So now I am into writing horror themed flash fiction. Instead of submiting my shit and getting rejected, 1-1 now, I am going to post my stories here where they cannot be rejected cause I own this shit, hahahaha fuckers.

Alright fuckers

Alright fuckers I am back, I took a month or two or three off to do some heavy thinking and shit of that nature. Instead of writing my sci fi novel which I started, I have been staring at Summer Glau for an un-Godly amount of hours. She is fine, yes indeed and if you dispute that I will kill you.

The saga continues...

Twenty minutes later the convoy reached sector Bravo in Virginia. They stopped at an old rest stop along the highway and pulled in. They were lucky not to get ambushed on the way there. There were no scout in the area and they were driving blind. Kay pulled the SUV into the parking lot right next to the infantry APC. The backdoor to the armored vehicle lowered and infantry men poured out, one by one. Their blue and red armor was massive. They were covered head to toe in a special combat armor the Army was developing before the war broke out. The eggheads took this armor, recreated it and spliced Zenos technology into it. All the special ops squads also had special armor, it was all black but lighter and their hands and face were not covered. The infantry squad leader walked over to them, took off his helmet and laid his battle rile on the hood of the SUV. The ground rumbled as the tanks passed behind them and the rest of the vehicles parked in one long neat row. Resistance members started to pour out of them, checking ammo and getting weapons out of the trunks. Eric, the infantry squad leader ran his fingers through his hair and looked at his surroundings. “Section 8 should he here in about ten minutes, my men will set up in the middle and on the sides of the road.” Eric pointed to where the anti tank weapons and the machine guns will be set up. “There’s not a lot of cover but we have been through worse, we just have to hit them before they realize what’s going on” Jessica nodded and agreed with the plan. The tanks started to pull out the parking lot and took up positions in the woods surrounding the rest stop. The infantry started to set up and the heavy weapons crew was doing their thing as well. Their job was to inflict as much damage to the nightmare machine as possible. One of the monstrosities was taken down by hitting it in the legs. Reports say that the machine actually moaned as it was hit and a substance that looked like blood came out of it. Rumors say that this thing is actually alive, but they were never confirmed. Jessica instructed Kevin, the only male on the team, to offload the weapons and drive the truck into the middle of the street. She wanted to meet those bastards head on when they arrived. She wanted Kevin on the rear machine gun, Angela on the top mounted weapon while she, Kay and Jamie would be on the ground with the pulse cannon. “Looks like it’s going to rain” said Jessica as she looked up at the sky. Jamie responded the day keeps on getting better.

Another chapter in the Gatecrasher Saga

Jessica was about to close her eyes when the radio next to her buzzed to life. The former cheerleader and honor student sat up and grabbed it quickly. “Wildcat actual, we need you team ready to go in five minutes, section 8 needs back up, now”. “Roger command, we’ll be in the motor pool in four”. Jessica sprung up, sprinted to her locker and nudged the other bed on her way there. Kay stirred, rolled over and fell out of her bed. She picked herself up and saw the urgency in Jessica’s movements. She rushed to her own locker and started to put on her all black combat gear. Jessica was on her radio alerting the rest of the team. Jessica then turned to her and told her Section 8 was in trouble and they had to book it to the motor pool. In less than 30 seconds both were clad in their special ops gear and running out the door. They met Jamie and Angela at the stairwell and proceeded to run down to the motor pool. Where’s Kevin someone asked and Kay responded that he is getting the SUV ready. As the four of them rushed into the motor pool, Commander Booker was sitting there next to their vehicle, ready to give them a hasty mission briefing. They were to convoy with elements of the 3rd platoon tank squad, 4th platoon heavy weapons squad and 1st platoon infantry, head up to sector bravo in Virginia. They were to set up a hasty defense and wait for section 8 to arrive. Their main priority was to get the captured truck back to base and in the hands of the eggheads. There are undetermined amounts of enemy but the biggest problem is the nightmare machine section 8 has to outrun. Only one of those bad boys has been destroyed before and we lost five squads doing it. Wildcat squad acknowledged the order and climbed into their vehicle. The ground crew in the motor pool escorted them out of the structure and they waited for the rest of the convoy. Moments later three tanks, and several sedans and SUV’s showed up. The infantry vehicles took the lead, followed by section 6, with the tanks and the heavy weapon squads mixed in to complete the convoy. It was about a 20 minute drive with about 5-10 minutes to set up before section 9 hopefully makes it in one piece. Jessica chattered on the radio with the rest of the vehicles, setting up the plan for a hasty defense. There would be snipers in the buildings, tanks in the cover waiting to ambush, the heavy weapons squad lying in wait to hopefully take out the nightmare machine with the pulse cannon, the rail gun and the recoilless rifle they had. Wildcat squad the rest of the infantry would be at the front line, taking the blow of the Zenos attack. Minutes later Jessica put down the radio, checked her rifle and took the side mounted machine gun and watched the scenery go by, not saying a word.

Saga coninued

The squad leader for special ops unit section 6 laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her roommate was fast asleep across the room in the fetal position, holding on a tattered teddy bear for dear life. Jessica looked around her room, which used to a book store. The main resistance base where our heroes are stationed was actually once a mall. During the attack, the Zenos only took out communications and military posts. People assumed that they would destroy everything, but why would they? They came to this planet to conquer and inhabit it. Why destroy everything and be forced to rebuild? Despite several bombed out buildings and various destroyed structures, all lot of things were kept intact. The resistance base is located in a newly built three story mega mall. It has a full food court, around a hundred stores and a 32 screen movie theater. The Army base is located in a strip mall on the right side of the mall, while the armor and weapons factory is located in an old mega electronics superstore behind the mall. Now the genius part is what the resistance did for combat vehicles. They took regular civilian cars, trucks and suv’s and added armor and mounted weapons on them. Regular four door sedans, trucks and suv’s were used for escorts, combat patrols and other uses. Two door sport cars were used for scout and recon missions. Half of the movie theater and the parking garage next to the mall were converted into the motor pool, which also housed several regular armored vehicles like tanks and armored personal carriers. There was also a section where the limited number of aircraft was kept. There were a handful of attack and transport helicopters as well as a couple of new aircraft developed by the Army engineers. Attached to the garage was a fire base where the artillery pieces were kept. This was reported to be the most solid base the resistance had and if this base fell, all the northern states would fall with it.

GateCrasher Saga Continued

Special Ops squad Section 8 was about to encounter one of the deadliest Zeno convoys ever seen and all Marcus could do is tap a particular pocket on his flak vest. Inside this pocket contained the picture of his missing girlfriend. It’s been a long time but he still harbored the notion that she was still alive. There have been rumors that the Zenos kept farms around the state, harvesting humans and doing experiments on them. There were also nastier rumors that the Zenos had control of the prison and the inmates, turning them into soldiers to fight against their own. Marcus picked up his binoculars and looked at the incoming convoy. The truck was the key to this mission’s success. There was no way one squad, even his squad, could take on this many troops. He looked at Cameron for a second and it hit him. “Hijack, I am going to hijack that truck during the confusion”. “Wade will take out the front vehicle and the vehicle directly behind the truck”. “Soccer mom will cover my while you and Maria unload everything you have on the back vehicles”. “I am going to run up to the truck, take out the hopefully confused driver and get it the hell out of here”. By that time, I want everyone to pack up and follow me to sector B, where hopefully there will be reinforcements there to help us out”. Cameron nodded and relayed the information over the radio to the rest of the teammates while Marcus readied his rifle. “Do you even know how to drive one of those things?” Marcus turned to her “how hard can it be?”

I hate my fucken inlaws

Naw nothing really serious in this one-I just hate my fucken inlaws and I will in fact piss on their graves.

Movie Rant Part Two-35% less cursing

Megatron was a fucken gun!!! Did anyone forget that shit?? If my memory serves me correctly, Megatron would turn into a gun and I think Starscream would wield him. And let me not forget that I thought that all the Decepticons were planes? Or at least 90% of them were. My point is this, it pisses me the fuck off that they treat the fan boys likes this. I have a simple resolution. Make a version of the movie for us-straight to DVD because fan boys hate light and crowds, and make a mass market version for the folks who don’t know what the fuck they are about to witness. Take for example the sodomistic mess that Spider Man 3 was. Eddie Brock in the comic was not that small in human form and if I remember, he used to intimidate Peter around, not the other way around. They gave us a slim version of Venom who just plain sucked. Here is my version; they should have left the Goblin and the Sandman out. Insert bigger Venom, and bring in mother fucken Carnage, Doppleganger, Deathlok, Carion, The Sinister Six, Morbius, Cloak and Dagger and a guest appearance by Captain America. Take all that shit and recreate the Maximum Carnage storyline-IT WILL WORK PEOPLE. Well, I don’t know about the Sinister Six but still, good concept. What else pissed me off….Ghostrider, Blade 2 and 3, the first Punisher, Daredevil, the first Hulk, the whole X Men trilogy and Spider Man 3. Yes I said it, all those pissed me off because I grew up reading half that shit and they could not get them right for the big screen. And oh yea, half of Transformers, that Megan Fox could get the old in and out if she fell into a coma right on my front lawn. Does anyone else think that CarryAnn moss is hot? I watched her in Momento and she is was not that bad looking, looked fucked up in the Matrix but those leather pants did show off her ass. Two other actresses I have an odd obsession over is Naomi Watts and Nicole Kidman….for some reason they would get the interracial facial from me.

What pisses me the f@ck off-movies

Alright, I am not going to receive any flak about this first part but I hate Shia Labouf or how ever you spell it and Micheal Cera-from Juno and Superbad fame. First, Shia is not a fucken actor, he is a figurehead, an entertainer, a "celebrity". Thre is a difference between celebrities and actors. Cage used to be an actor, now to me he is a celebrity (Bangkok Dangerous anyone?) Mel Gibson in his Ranson and Braveheart days was a fucken actor, Reeves in none of his movies was a fucken actor, he's like a cardboard cut out with a dam voice. Micheal Cera is just a fucken pussy, the roles he plays are so fucken soft I wanted to choke his ass to death, revive him then blow his head off. Now that I got that off my chest, I did not like X MEN 1-3 and a huge chunk of Transformers. You have to remember, I am a fanboy and I grew up reading and watching that shit. I did not "feel" the X-Men movies. The movie never fucken convinced me I was actually watching mutants instead of staring at Famke Jenson wishing she would psychically fuck Berry in the danger room for a good two hours. When I watched Iron Man, I felt like I was actually watching the real Iron Man. The same thing went for Blade, one of my favorite Marvel films, it was raw and it pulled no punches at all, you felt like this is how blade would be if the fucker was real. Same thing for the Dark Knight, Ledger was the fucken Joker, hands down and it scared the shit out of me. Now to Transformers, Megatron was a God Dam Gun, not a plane and I bet in the cartoon, the animated fucken children were not sweaty and super hot, making you grab your crotch every time that Megan chick pretended to care that robots were trying to kill her. Transformers was a combination of the Rock, Bad Boys and Crimson Tide. Same music, same camera angles, just different actors and situation. For part two, I need more robots, regular looking people because I am sure that the decepticons did not kill off all the fat and ugly people, and I need more robot action, not that fake I will fire at you and it does nothing shit. Keep Ms Fox because I got a new bottle of lotion and get rid of that faggot Josh guy, or at least let a decepticon sodomize him. As for X-Men, make everyone their comic book age, bring in Apocalypses, Strife, Master Mold, Cable, Omega Red, X-Factor, X-Force, Alpha Flight, Excalibur, Domino-hell I could go on and on, just do something to bring my faith back in the series. Until that day comes, I will watch Blade on repeat, keep my self warm by burning copies of DarveDevil and GhostRider and cry in my fanboy sleep.

Racism Rant *foul language alert*

First off I am not entirely black, heck; most people that have known me for years ask me what I am. Let me break it down simply, I am mixed with Black, Spanish, Asian Indian and a smidgen of white. Now, racism is a touchy subject, most people think it’s gone, and when asked, most just turn their heads. I grew up in the MD/DC area, with fellow blogger and writer Troy Allen. To be honest, I have never experienced racism when I was living up there. Our high school, our neighborhoods, our places of work was all mixed. I mean there was internal racism, black vs. Puerto Rican and such madness like that but for the most part, never been discriminated because of the color of my skin. Now, fast forward ten years and by the grace of Satan I live in a redneck part of S.C. This is the place where all the blacks are forced to work fast food; the Latinos work in back rooms of restaurants. These are the type of fucks that think the South won the War and Jefferson Davis is the leader of this fair country. I did not move down here a racist man, I loved and hated everyone the same but people, if you are exposed to enough racism, does that make you so? Every day I live here, I hate the populace more and more. Everyone of these fucks look the same, big SUV’s, tied back hair with sunglasses inserted, sandals with socks, and that God Dam smug expression that they are better than everyone else. You think I like it when I get looked at like a fucken zoo animal? And don’t get me started when you pull up to one of them and you are driving a better whip then they are, they get fucken red in the face. I pray to see Black people, any kind, I don’t care. I pray to see someone else who does not have fucken blond hair. Now people don’t get me wrong, my wife is white but Jesus fucken Yosemite Christ, these people need to learn that blacks have been freed, the North won the war and an African American has been elected president. Maybe these fucken yahoos will wake up, step outside their trailer, look at their sister/wife and say maybe, just maybe, I will graduate high school, get a promotion at the Piggly Wiggly and put the tires back on that old Z35 Iroc Camaro. Or maybe they will just continue fucking their own sister, either way, I need to get the hell out before you find me hanging from a tree. And oh yea, to everyone that this concerns, camouflage should not be worn to a fancy restaurant and take down those dam McCain signs.

GateCrasher Saga Part 1

The Zenos landed on our planet about six years ago. To the shock of everyone, they seemed peaceful and the fact that they looked like us calmed our fears even more. Of course they spoke their own language but they adapted to ours very quickly. They claimed they were here to help us, they have been observing our race for quite some time and they wanted to prevent our planet from dying, just like theirs did. They worked with our scientist for about two years, sharing technology, teaching us their ways, everything seemed wonderful at first. Two years ago, the first series of bombs went off, one in about every major city. The first blow was critical and after that, things turned really nasty. Dropships appeared out of nowhere, soldiers chocked our streets. Vehicles crushed and destroyed anything they saw. We also learned the hard way that we were their food source. Soldiers ate people on the street, tearing them limb from limb with their razor sharp teeth. People ran and hid anywhere they could, the Zenos all but disabled our ability to fight back and we did what we could. It was a downward struggle but some of us never lost faith, the Zenos may have had the better technology but they could never beat the human spirit.

The Zenos looked like us in every way but the difference was what they were made out of. Their skin was a metal alloy, they had micro computers that regulated their health, they were quicker, smarter and more ruthless, and they never took anyone alive. Their military tactics were something that could have been worked on though. Their main attack was to rush their enemy in force; we have never seen anything else from them. A year after the first bomb, the humans took shelter in burnt out buildings, old military bases and underground. The Zenos patrolled the areas, mainly to crush the rest of us and to find food. The main reason for their attack was unknown to us; we assumed they went from world to world doing the same thing. Who knows, they could just have something against us.

A year after the first bomb is when we began to fight back. Sick of being hunted, and living in fear, we decided to strike back out of pure rage. The first report came when a group of people in Maryland ambushed a Zenos patrol during the night, killing them all and stripping them of anything they could have used. News of this sparked a rise in morale and soon resistance cells started to form. Also, the conventional Army started to rebuild in private as well, since they were the only major force left. Soon, we began ambushing convoys and patrols at night, showing neither mercy nor remorse. Surprisingly, we took minimal casualties during the uprising. Soon, people started to loot old guns stores, old military armories and what not to arm themselves. We started to get better organized as well, old soldiers taught regular civilians combat tactics and military maneuvers so they could be more effective during the fight. Soon, smaller cells started to combine into bigger cells and the ambushes started to happen during the daytime also. Growing in morale and strength, we started to attack their bases of operations using the heavy artillery we either obtained or stole from them. The Zenos did not expect for this to happen. In all their years of planetary domination, their victims never fought back with this type of intensity. Not knowing what to do, they simply tried to hold their ground at first. Then they unleashed a campaign of terror, increasing patrols, launching rocket attacks at random and even covering their vehicles in live human bodies to kill our morale. After several unsuccessful attacks, we finally managed to capture the main base in Maryland, after that the smaller bases fell in succession. News of this made people in other states fight harder and news came of other countries rebelling as well. The resistance had done it, with some help from the Army. If it was not for their tanks leading the charge, they would have never taken the base. Now the tide of war was turning, we were taking it to that ass and enjoyed every minute of it.

Marcus and his crew operated out of the main resistance base in Maryland, which was in human control at the moment. The base, along with several small bases and the Army were fighting to regain control of the surrounding states. That meant heavy fighting and suicide patrols to get in and arm the population or get them out, whatever the situation demanded. Marcus’s patrol was heading into Virginia currently, there was word of a major Zenos resupply on route and their job was to intersect it. Driving the heavily armored SUV was Cameron, manning the machine gun on top was Valarie, the medic Maria, the dismount Wade and Marcus was in the front passenger seat, manning a side mounted machine gun. They were traveling down the highway at around 50 mph and the mood in the truck was the same as always, apprehension mixed in with glee. They were about twenty minutes away from their objected. When it was reached, they were to sit and wait, for the convoy. Wade would hide with a RPG to hit the first and last vehicle while Valarie, code named soccer mom, would unload with the machine gun at any infantry dismounts. While this went on, Marcus would radio in for mortar fire to put a hurting on the convoy. Now if this actually worked, it would remain to be seen.

Cameron pulled the vehicle up beside a bombed out building. She unhooked her seatbelt, stretched and drank the rest of her water. Soccer mom cleared the area visually and Wade jumped out, opened the tailgate and prepared the RPG’s. Marcus made sure they still had radio communication while Maria munched on an old candy bar. “Everyone locked and loaded?”Marcus looked at the crew and everyone nodded. Wade came up to his window and asked him to clear that building with him, claiming that he looked to board. Marcus grabbed his assault rifle and joined Wade up the steps and disappeared. Valarie asked how everyone was doing and started up a conversation just to keep morale up. Maria shuffled through her medic bag and asked Cameron what the plan was again, stating that a major convoy like this would not be that easy to ambush. “That’s why it’s called a suicide mission” retorted soccer mom. “They don’t think we have the balls to attack this one”, “but then again, they don’t call our squad section 8 for nothing”. Unlike the conventional army, the resistance had no rules. They took no prisoners and routinely executed every disabled and wounded enemy soldiers. Soccer mom was the worst offender; she seemed to get a thrill out of it. The goal of the resistance was simple, find other survivors, protect civilians and destroy the enemy. Cameron tapped her fingers on the dash, “we got Wade in the building, soccer mom on the gun, I will set up the 25MM cannon near the remnants of that Church over there, Marcus will provide command and control and Maria…” Maria looked at her and said she wanted to fight; she always hid during missions waiting for someone to get wounded. Cameron smiled, “there is a grenade launcher in the back with a box of depleted uranium rounds, take cover near the truck when the times comes and just listen to Marcus’s orders, we’ll make sure you’ll have plenty of kills”. Seconds later the radio came alive, “Blood Ravens this is Resistance Command, over.” “This is Valkyrie, Resistance Command, over”. “Lieutenant Cameron, we have reports that the enemy convoy is on route and their expected time arrival is 10 minutes, good luck and call us when you need it” Roger that, over and out Command”. Cameron let the radio fall and told everyone to hustle. She got on the communicator and told Marcus that they would have company in 10 minutes. Soccer mom but a fresh belt of machine gun rounds into the tray locked it shut and locked and loaded. Cameron opened up the tailgate, handed Maria the grenade launcher, the box of rounds and pointed to a spot to hide from the enemy. She then off loaded the man portable 25MM cannon, slung it on her shoulders and grabbed a box of rounds in her other hand. She walked to the burnt out church about 50 feet from the vehicle and began to set up. Marcus arrived at her position about 2 minutes later with an additional two cases of ammo. He loaded a grenade into the tube beneath his assault rifle and made a comms check with the rest of the team. Wade was in the second floor of the building armed with an RPG and about 6 rockets. Soccer mom was still in the truck, ducking in her seat with a pair of binos glued to her face. Maria was sitting in the remnants of a toll booth, down on one knee waiting for the first shot to be fired. Wades voice squawked in their ears a moment later, “we got movement, coming northwest up the main road, as we expected”. A moment later, Wade came back over the net, “we got a gravity tank in front, followed by 2-3 troop transports, followed by a very large anti gravity truck that is very heavily armored, followed by another troop transport, a light infantry fighting vehicle and we have foot soldiers walking along the convoy”. Wade’s voice came back over the net again but it was shaking, giving the sign that there was something terribly wrong. “At the end of the convoy is a nightmare machine, flanked by armored combat suits”. Marcus stopped breathing for a second and shook himself back into reality. “Are you sure?” Dam fucken right I’m sure; I will never forget what that monstrosity looks like”. A nightmare machine was a walking abomination that rained death wherever it went. It was a mobile weapons platform, armed to the teeth with artillery cannons, heavy machine guns, and pulse weapons. It was also a command base and troop transport as well. For some reason the Zenos fashioned it after a huge arachnid and it was rumored that they used humans to fuel it. Seconds later they began to feel the ground underneath them shake. The first couple of vehicles came into range of the naked eye. Soccer mom’s trigger finger began to itch but she also had to stop herself from shaking so bad. The nightmare machine meant bad news; there was no way their squad could even try to take this thing on. But to Marcus, this was just another day and the man that lead the first strike against the aliens began to think quickly about the situation.