What a fucking bad troll
What a fucking bad troll
wait did frontgate get NEW graphics again?
edit: nvm guess it was the old one which is weird that they reverted back to the old graphics
Last edited by streamline; 01-16-2013 at 07:44 PM.
Nah it's all about Showbox at the Market.
Paramount for big show but market, yes, is next best.
Paul Tollett is surely sitting in an antique Victorian chair, wearing a luxurious robe, glass of wine on side with the final lineup poster laying next to it, with his iPad in hand reading the low lifes on Facebook beg for the lineup. Laughing at them.
Three short weeks later, we’d packed all the belongings we reasonably believed we couldn’t do without, and pawned or discarded what remained. When we laid our heads down to sleep, the next morning we’d be on a flight to Phuket, from whence we’d plan our future. Our “itinerary” was a smattering of notes, fleeting ideas we’d jotted down on any scrap of paper available at the time. The details weren’t important - we knew we’d be together and far away from Hong Kong.
That morning, I awoke first to the faint sound of sobbing; next, to the feel of a dagger’s end being pressed softly against my throat. As I sat up in bed, the man holding the dagger stepped aside, as my eyes came into focus on the source of the sobs. Xui Li, her eyes full of terror, crumpled on the ground beside Zhi Peng. In one fist he held Xui Li’s hair; in the other, a blade.
He laughed at me, as did his counterpart - no doubt one of the low-level hoods Zhi Peng typically enlisted for his “odd jobs.” “I’m afraid your flight’s been cancelled,” he grumbled.
All at once, my stomach sank with the feelings of despair and humiliation - we’d been na´ve to think we could do so much as spend a night together without Zhi Peng knowing, let alone book an international flight. Zhi Peng clutched desperately to his status as king of the Hong Kong underworld - omniscience of his domain was essential.
“Father, you can’t keep …” Xiu Li started, crudely interrupted by Zhi Peng's open palm. She yelped in pain - I seethed.
“I’m certain you’ve heard what happens when someone steals from me,” Zhi Peng continued, admiring the point of his weapon. “Although, I’ve never had a man attempt to steal my only daughter. This is … unprecedented.”
As soon as the words escaped his lips, Zhi Peng’s cohort drew back his arm. He exaggerated his movements - a telltale sign of one not accustomed to yielding a knife. The error would prove crucial, as he afforded me the extra second I needed to draw the pistol from under my pillow. I learned early on, in many a backdoor Hurt/Heal match, that no matter how the game ended, and no matter how badly one lost, a well-concealed firearm could provide all the Heal points one needed to take home his keep.
I delivered 3 Hurt points between Zhi Peng’s henchman’s eyes.
Zhi Peng lunged, knocking the pistol from my hand. We struggled, but it was obvious I would be overpowered. As I fell to my back, and as Zhi Peng drew his blade, I scanned the room for what I hoped would be my final vision - Xiu Li. We locked eyes, communicating silently the way only lovers can. “I’m sorry,” I said. She said nothing.
As I heard two shots erupt from her revolver, I understood why. Xiu Li had learned the lessons of the Hurt/Heal Game - Life’s Hurt/Heal Game - as, well.
Zhi Peng slumped to the floor. I ran to Xiu Li and we embraced. I clutched her head against my shoulder and beseeched her not to look. We couldn’t risk a moment’s hesitation.
In silence, we grabbed our bags and turned to leave. As I reached for the door, Xiu Li stopped, tugging my hand. “Thank you,” she said, her eyes welling with tears, “you have set me free.”
I smiled at her, lost in her eyes, seeing my future reflected back and seeing my redemption for the sins I'd committed in the darkest of my Game days. I indulged in her beauty too long, however, and I failed to notice Zhi Peng climbing to his feet. By the time I noticed his resurrection, I was too late to stop him as he slid his blade across Xiu Li’s throat.
As her body fell to the floor, lifeless, I knew no number of Heal points could bring her back. But in that moment, I felt no grief, no fear … only Hurt. I raised my pistol and shot Zhi Peng through the eye, exploding the contents of his skull throughout the room. I unloaded the remainder of my bullets into his vile, warped body.
The blasts rendered me temporarily deafened. I forced myself to view Xiu Li, I went to sit beside her. I never heard the door fly open behind me, nor the baton strike me in the back of my head.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was 20 miles off the coast of Karratha. How I’d gotten out of Hong Kong was of no consequence to me. How I’d forget the horrors I’d seen there was another story.
Fuck yes, Chronicles of William are back!
The Black Angels - Explosions in the Sky - Amon Tobin - Madness - Yuck - GIRLS - WU LYF - M. Ward - Refused - Pulp
Radiohead - Bon Iver - Jeff Mangum - Godspeed You! Black Emperor - fIREHOSE - Flying Lotus - Buzzcocks
Company Flow - At the Drive-In - Beirut - Real Estate - DJ Shadow - Seun Kuti - Beats Antique - Thundercat
U N D E R W O R L D
sorry i just really hope they will be there this year....
Fucking Sigma got me
William! William! William!
WH/H should headline the new story time tent going up this year.
I came on here specifically to see if William Hurt/Heal had posted...
My prayers have been answered...
william once again keeping this place alive with wonder & magical stories from far away.....
Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience ― Mark Twain
FUCK. Here it goes, I'm going to have a big whinge.
This fucking sucks... They're killing us here.
Does anybody seriously think it will be released either today or tomorrow?
Another weekend of fucking waiting, we've waited long enough dammit
Flame it up fuckers let's all embrace this negative fucking energy
COS has Awolnation as expected for this year.....................................
I only see positive vibes here...maaaaaaaan
Next week. Deal