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R.I.P. Paul Gray
"Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of themselves without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant,
'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.'
Such is the rule of honour." - Omerta by Lamb of God
"Now you've got something to die for." - Lamb of God
Take hold of my hand, for you are no longer alone. Walk with me in hell." - Lamb of God
"You can't see the forest amongst the trees..." - My friend Jack
"Suffer, then you die. Torture, pulverized" - Cannibal Corpse
"You see a phantom stranger!" - Rob Zombie
"Total war is here
Face it without fear
Age of sword, age of spear
Fight for honor, glory, death in fire!" - Amon Amarth
"Make them suffer!" - Cannibal Corpse
"I slowly stepped towards the door; I was breathing hard and was dizzy. “I have been trapped in this hell hole for god knows how long and haven’t even checked outside?” I thought to myself
I sighed and looked to my left, the bomb shelter was a mess; discarded clothes and cans sat everywhere, the sheets on the most uncomfortable bed were askew and stained with saliva, the air smelt of urine but I had gotten used to it. It’s a bad smell to get used to. I spotted my rifle and picked it up, it felt good in my hands and I suddenly felt safe. I slung the rifle onto my back and then picked up my backpack which was beside it. I had already prepared it with food, water and ammunition so I was all set. I smiled briefly but it vanished quickly. It felt weird to smile.
I redirected my attention to the door and turned the handle; it squeaked in protest as if it was telling me not to open the door. My shoulders felt heavy and my legs began to quiver. I turned the handle all the way so I could push the door open. I opened it up just a sliver; light flooded inside and bathed my skin in queer reassuring warmth. I closed the door again and thought “Had the eternal darkness caused by the plague come to an end?”
I smiled at the thought of sunlight.
I grasped my hand around the handle on the door. I turned it and then pushed the heavy steel door open all the way. The light wasn’t the sun... it was fire..." - A short post-apocalyptic story I wrote
"Right now it's do or die. How will you choose to live?" - Lamb of God
"The memories that ruin you!" - Lamb of God
"Pick up the pieces with your broken hands!" - Lamb of God