| Quote of the Week |
| "History does not always repeat itself. Sometimes it just yells "Can't you remember anything I told you?" and lets fly with a club." - John W. Campbell |
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"One Winged Angel" by The Black Mages
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| 01/08/07 5:33PM - A-OK. |
| Favorite Bands & Songs |
My Top 3:
- Iron Maiden
Sign of the Cross
Hallowed Be Thy Name
Blood Brothers
Fear of the Dark
New Frontier
- Dream Theater
Take the Time
The Glass Prison
Home
Octavarium
In The Name of God
- Judas Priest
Between the Hammer & The Anvil
Painkiller
Lochness
Hellrider
Cathedral Spires
- Megadeth
Holy Wars
Scorpion
Hangar 18
- Vader
Angel of Death (Thin Lizzy Cover)
Dark Transmission
Epitaph
- Iced Earth
Attila
My Own Savior
The Reckoning
- Symphony X
King of Terror
Sea of Lies
Of Sins & Shadows
- Arch Enemy
Lament of a Mortal Soul
Nemesis
Shadows & Dust
- Liquid Tension Experiment
Paradigm Shift
Acid Rain
Another Dimension
- Anthrax
Indians
I'm The Man
Caught in a Mosh
- Stratovarious
Soul of a Vagabond
Eagleheart
Speed of Light
- Nevermore
Final Product
Enemies of Reality
I, Voyager
- Rush
Spirit of the Radio
YYZ
Free Will
- Queensryche
Empire
Revolution Calling
Operation Mindcrime
- Corrosion of Conformity
Stone Breakers
King of the Rotten
Paranoid Opioid
- The Black Mages
Zeromus
Clash on the Big Bridge
Maybe I'm a Lion
- Vomitron
Ghostbusters
Contra
Eye of the Tiger (Survivor Cover)
- Stemage
Metroid Theme
Brinstar
Ridley
- Van Halen
Hot For Teacher
Jump
Panama
- Faith No More
Land of Sunshine
Midlife Crisis
Epic
- Mr. Bungle
Squeeze Me Macaroni
Air-Conditioned Nightmate
Goodbye Sober Day
- Metallica (Pre-Black Album)
Battery
Master of Puppets
Blitzkrieg
- Armored Saint
Reign of Fire
Hanging Judge
Warzone
- Pantera
Mouth For War
Cowboys from Hell
Domination
- Alice in Chains
Them Bones
Man in the Box
Rooster
- Opeth
The Moor
The Leper Affinity
Harvest
- Living Colour
Cult of Personality
Go Away
Money Talks
- Testament
Electric Crown
Over the Wall
Alone in the Dark
- Mastodon
Blood & Thunder
March of the Fire Ants
Hearts Alive
- In Flames
Embody the Invisible
Trigger
Dialogue with the Stars
- The Iron Maidens
- Esqarial
- Blind Guardian
- Slayer
- Guns N' Roses
- Dead Kennedys
- Queen
- Racer X
- Rhapsody
- 4Front
- Children of the Bodom
- Sepultura
- The NESkimos
- The Advantage
- Dire Straits
- Motorhead
- Fate's Warning
- Therion
- Soundgarden
- Spinal Tap
- Stormtroopers of Death
- GWAR
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| My "Sound" Story - Saloon Shoot-out |
| Tuesday, November 07, 2006 |
Three aces. That’s all it’ll take for Buford to win the big bucks at the Shiny Steed Saloon. He stared at the two cards he had in his hand right now. Two bright red A’s, in my hand right now, he thought. Just that one more, damn! The dark, suspicious man sitting across from him sneered as he examined his own cards. There’s no way in hell your getting out of this game with my money, Buford thought.
“Alright, partner, dra - ” Buford’s last word was drowned out by the loud bang of a colt revolver. Right then and there he hit the deck. Not long after that several more gunshots whizzed back and forth within the saloon. Buford didn’t have a clue as to how many guns were firing, but it was almost deafening. One bullet managed to barely clip the bottom part of Buford’s ear. As the firing continued he crawled under his table. To his shock he saw the dark, suspicious man lying motionless on the dusty wooden floor. His eyes were wide open and were staring into Buford’s soul. He was dead alright. Buford was relieved to notice that the firing had suddenly ceased.
“HOLD YOUR FIR - ” but whoever shouted that immediately yelled out and hit the floor with a thud as the shooting commenced, again. Buford shook his head, tipped over his own table to use as barricade, and yanked out his single-action revolver.
“It’s show time, ladies!” Buford guffawed as he stood straight up and let loose. He could hear the bullets pound into the flesh of the adversaries. Within ten seconds all was quiet, and Buford holstered his pistol. He was alone in a sea of lifeless bodies. |
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