Neo-Marxist

I Enjoy
Video Games
Movies
Music
Writing stories or movies
Star Wars
Metal Gear Solid
Pain-Pong
WoW
The Force
Women
Sexy women
Urban Exploration
The internet
Insomnia
Steak
Hamburgers
Pickles
Food in general
Awkward Silences......
Spelunking
Zombies
Star Wars Galaxies
A good porno
The Vietnam War
A porno with a plot
Hats
Socialism
Communism
Fire
Lighters
Ramen Noodles
Espionage
4:20
Spooning
Electricity
Nude beaches
Dancing the dance of life
Magnets
2 for the price 1
Reading
Rock Band
Guitar Hero
Shiny Things
Frolicking
Subways
Acting
Revolutions
Not doing my New Year's resolution
Saying the dumbest thing I can think of
Doing the dumbest thing I can think of
Resident Evil
Candy
Sex
Summer
Money
Antibiotics
Final Fantasy
Prophecy
Cars
Rights granted to the people
Anxiety
Prescription Drugs
Citalopram
Movies me and my step-brother make
Crazy stunts
Making fun of George Bush
Pretending I can sing
Being a secret agent man
Melted cheese on tostitos
And many more things I am not at liberty to say

Things About Me
I'm a very complex guy.
I'm the strong silent type.
I'm the one with issues.
It's hard to tell if I'm being serious or not.
I just might rule the world someday.
So be prepared.
And wear a raincoat.

Sanity's Requiem
By: Brett Gundersen
There they were, just standing there.
He's holding the magnum firmly in his hands, she, with the shotgun.
They've been waiting in silence for them to come through the doorway, or a window, for almost an hour now.
The madness has already crept into their minds.
He looks over to her. She looks back at him.
They nod in unison.
They move silently over to the stairway, making sure no creaks are made.
She goes up the stairs first, followed by him.
They reach the top of the stairs, where there is a hallway that branches off three ways.
He makes a motion for her to go left. He continues on forward.
She notices a slight decrease in temperature. As she goes on, it gets colder and colder, until she can see her own breath.
He is searching the hallway for any signs of life, and death. He feels a sudden chill from behind him. He twirls around but only sees the blank darkness of the hallway.
He hears a voice coming from the room next to him. He cautiously walks over to the door, presses his ear to it, and listens.
He hears a child singing. He thinks whether or not he should investigate the room or just pass it by and leave it for time to tell.
She's walking slowly down the long hallway.
She is shivering from the extreme cold that the evils of the house are sending towards her.
A vision passes her eyes.
She sees a man, dressed in black, walking towards her. His hand outstretched. She can see his lips moving, but can't hear what he is saying. The next thing she sees is fire, demons, Hell. She screams.
He hears her scream.
He turns around but is knocked down by an invisible force.
He slowly stands up, reaches out his hand and feels immense cold. His hand is pushed away.
He yells for her.
There is no reply.
He yells again.
Still, no reply.
He looks around, and sees a door at the end of the hallway.
He goes to the door.
He reaches for the doorknob, but the door creaks open before he touches it.
He retreats back a few steps.
Then he focuses on what he must do and then enters.
She awakens in a dark room.
There is a figure at the other side of it.
She calls out to it, but the figure just stands there menacingly, diabolically, satanically.
She tries to stand up but something won’t let her.
She hears the sound of thousands of crows overhead.
She looks but sees only the vast blackness of the ceiling.
He enters a dark room. There is a bed at one end, and a door at the other.
He sees light coming from under the door.
He heads for the door.
He hears water running from behind it.
He quickly reaches for the handle and opens the door.
Bright light quickly enters his eyes, making him squint to see.
There is a bathtub; the water is still running from the faucet.
He looks around and sees writing on the mirror.
"HE HAS NO FACE" is written on it in blood.
In the tub is a woman’s dead corpse.
He holsters his gun and kneels down to check the cause of death.
Her wrists have been messily cut in every direction.
The light flickers.
He looks up.
The light continues to flicker.
He looks back down and sees that the woman’s body is gone.
He equips his gun and quickly withdraws from the bathroom.
He scans the room.
Nothing.
She can see that the figure has no distinct appearance. Only that it is in an old surgeon's outfit.
The sight of it makes her bones freeze.
She can still hear the crows, but yet cannot see them.
He can see a desk beside the bed.
He walks over to it, opens the drawer and reaches inside.
There is a letter.
He takes it from the darkness of the drawer.
He uses his flashlight to read the contents of the letter.
It reads.
"I cannot bear to witness the madness of this place any longer. I must be free to roam. The life I live now is one of life and death. Brutal surgeries and antagonizing screams. There is no future for me here, or anywhere else now. The nightmares I have at night are of unimaginable terror. I must be free. May Satin himself come up from Hell and swallow this house whole when the time is right. When the horrors of this place are discovered and the victims avenged. This I leave to the finder of this letter. Let not him give himself a name, nor a face. For that will be the End of Days."
It is signed in blood.
"Alexia"
He looks up from the letter and into the bathroom.
Alexia’s body is back in the tub.
He exits the room in confusion.
He looks down the hallway.
A door opens.
He immediately raises his weapon at the opening.
He waits.
She is sitting on the cold hard floor.
She’s been waiting for the figure to advance, but no such moment has occurred.
It hasn’t even moved.
She screams at it, trying to get its attention.
Nothing.
She curses at it in every way possible.
Nothing.
She drops her head to her chest and begins to cry.
The figure stares.
She begins to pray.
The figure vanishes into the blackness.
She looks at where the figure was in astonishment.
Her mind is racing with questions that need answers.
He waits for something, anything to lunge out of the room and attack him.
But only silence is his companion.
He steps towards the door.
He hears a low growl coming from inside the darkness.
His heart starts to beat faster.
A massive claw wraps itself around the doorframe.
He fires four shots into the decaying gray flesh.
A hideous beast emerges from within its resting place.
He fires the rest of the clip into its chest.
The monstrosity stumbles back a few paces but doesn’t fall down.
He quickly reloads his gun and empties the entire clip into its skull.
The monster falls down dead. Blood gushing from the entry wounds.
He reloads while he walks over to his kill.
He lowers his gun and fires three times into the deformed head of the beast.
He looks up.
She begins to wonder if her husband is alright.
The thought of his body being mutilated by one of the beasts wouldn’t leave her mind.
She tries to get up again, but still something restrains her from doing so.
He reaches to his belt and pulls off a fragmentation grenade, bites down on the pin, and pulls it out.
He tosses the grenade inside the room.
A bright blast of light appears and quickly leaves.
No screeches.
He walks inside the room and quickly looks around, aiming his gun in every direction.
Nothing.
An empty room.
She’s lying in a fetal position.
A door opens, sending light into her dilated eyes.
A dark figure walks into the opening.
It calls out to her.
Her eyes roll back, showing blank whiteness.
She rises.
He hears the flapping of thousands of wings above him.
He quickly looks up, raising his weapon as he does.
He fires five shots into the blankness above him.
The flapping continues.
Not a moment of silence.
Paranoia clouds his mind.
He wonders if he?s going crazy.
She steadily walks to the figure.
The figure reaches out his hand.
She takes it in her own.
The man leads he out of the room and into an eerie chamber.
There is a metal table in the middle of the room.
The man lets go of her hand and points to the table.
She walks over to the table and lies down.
He feels dizzy.
The room starts to spin.
He calls for someone who isn’t there.
He falls into unconsciousness.
The man walks to the far side of the room to a table.
The table has dozens of devices spread across it.
The man reaches for a syringe and then for a vile of a clear liquid.
The man extracts the liquid until it fills the syringe half of the way.
The man turns towards her.
He wakes up in a cold sweat.
He quickly looks at his watch.
Half-past noon.
He slowly stands up, and heads for the door. There is a low growl coming from behind him.
He turns around and shines the light in the direction of the noise.
One of the mutant creatures is staring at him with exposed razor sharp teeth.
He reaches for his gun, but it’s not in the holster.
He looks around the room with his eyes, making sure not to make any sudden movements.
He sees the gun right in front of the beast.
He sighs.
The monster howls.
He reaches up at his chest and slowly pulls out a massive army knife, the light from his flashlight reflecting off it.
The beast charges him.
He sidesteps the monster, slashes at its back, and retreats.
The monster stops at a wall and turns around.
He stares at his gun, then at the beast.
The beast snarls.
He dives for the gun, scooping it up and quickly firing off five rounds into the beast, falling with a thud onto the dusty floor.
The beast screeches, rises into the air, and deteriorates into nothingness.
The man walks to the side of the table.
The man takes her arm and injects the fluid.
She feels dizzy.
The light around her starts to fade.
The last thing she sees is a clock on the wall; the time is 4:20.
Blurry images flood into his mind.
He sees a clock.
He drops his gun.
A familiar voice whispers something in his ear.
It tells him to ensue the eye that does not see, the face that cannot feel.
The vision extricates his sight.
He questions his sanity, but quickly excludes the idea he is going insane.
He wonders what has become of his wife.
He kneels down and picks up his weapon.
He rises.
He exits the room.
The door with the singing child is ajar.
He steps closer to the door, listening intently for the soft song of the child.
He hears nothing.
He presses his back against the wall and inches towards the opening.
He reaches his hand out to push the door open.
A malformed hand darts at his and grasps it with great power.
He gasps with horror.
The hand pulls him inside the room.
She dreams of a meadow, full of white roses. She can see her husband standing in the middle of the meadow; his hands are at his sides, a single red rose in his hand.
He is looking downward, towards the ground.
She walks over to him, but he doesn't notice her.
She notices he is crying.
Her eyes then slowly move down to where he is looking.
A gravestone.
She looks at the name.
Her eyes widen.
Jill Stanton
May 3, 1987 – September 8, 2014
"There Shall Be No Rest For The Forgotten, For They Are The Ones Who Dwell Within."
-James Stanton
The sky grows dull and her husband disappears into the darkness.
She can hear the flapping wings of millions of crows, yet there are still none to be seen.
Immense cold surrounds her.
Her breath is a signal of the coming evil.
Lightning flashes before her eyes.
She sees a cloaked figure at the tree line.
She tries to cal out to it but no sound comes from her mouth.
Another bolt of lightning crashes and hits the ground deep into the forest.
The figure slides into the shadows of the trees.
She runs in after it.
She roams the dark and twisted maze of giant oaks until she sees a massive statue in a small clearing.
It is entangled in vines.
She can see that the head of the statue has been severed.
She creeps towards the sculpture and sees that there is an inscription partially covered with soil at the base.
She kneels down, wipes away the dirt, and is overwhelmed with an unexpected feeling.
Relief.
The plaque reads:
James Stanton
September 8, 1986 – May 3, 2015
He could not bear to witness the madness any longer, for he was the one who dwelt within."
-Alexia Lyonisis Beaumont