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PWD1987FGSHC - The Evil Outside: Confessions of a terrorist rabbit killer


It was murky out early that morning, yet we had a mission.

Ever since I could remember I had been brought up to detest that film, a film that shows a 300-year-old vampire with a lust for the 80's taxi scene. That taxi scene, was a scene brought forward by my fore-fathers and their fore-fathers, and this film came along showing some Arab looking vampire using the taxi as a front for his blood-sucking deeds. We were not pleased, in fact we were pissed.
One morning my father picked up the newspaper to read, and the to his horror, read that such a film was being made with info on these terrible vampiric deeds in taxis.
He set out launch attacks on the films shooting locations around NYC. It wasn't nice - carrying his sniping rifle, along with a few other lethal weapons under his jacket he sneaked on the set in an attempt to disrupt the filming of the 1987 film.

It was soon that he was spotted by the films grip boy and something terrible happened....someone continue - add to the story above.

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When the grip boy spotted us, he said "holy sh*t! It's the building owner. Let's get out of here."

And so he fled. Several others followed him. Fortunately for these curs, the act of fleeing the set like a scalded dog, under our rules, is a sufficient act of contrition.

We turned our attention towards the remainder of the cast and crew, and in doing so, we realized the true evil of these people. They looked quite normal.

Like any of us.

Amongst them were denim jackets, red leather pants, basketball jerseys, and oversized clocks(which were strung about their necks).

They could have came from any trailer park, any clump of government housing, or any federal penitentiary. Yet, the prophecy was specific in describing the torment that these people would unleash in the months following this production.

Father spoke first: "Silvio Oliviero?"

"Who?" said a man holding a bottle of ketchup.

"The director?" another added.

"No. Silvio is the taxi driver" added yet another. "Is this about his unemployment check? He was going to your office this afternoon."

"Oh. Sil and the others went to Central Park, and I don't think I have to explain why" replied the Ketchup Man.

"Don't" father said. "My son and I will ask them about Central Park in person."

Then we began to walk away. I wondered why father would leave these people to continue the making of the Movie.

Father seemed to sense my thoughts. He said, "We're can't waste our time on one set, not right now. These guys are like rats. They are everywhere. If we kill these people, more will take their place. We are only two, so we must focus on the true perpetrators of this evil."

He glanced back at the crew. They were once more going about their daily misery.

Father smiled.

He said: "These guys won't have a rolodex or computer disk with names of cast and crew, but they will have to meet to accomplish their deed. In Central Park, we'll get names of people and places that are important to these bastards. Only then can we defeat this evil."

At once, I was both afraid and hopeful for both of us.

CONTINUE OR THE EVIL ONES WIN!!!!

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As we walked through the central park gates there was a sense of fear that I couldn't control. My hands were shaking, and I knew that soon we may come across more film makers with over-sized clocks tied round their necks.

As we neared further into the park, whisking past the rollerskaters, beatdancers, hookers and tramps we noticed a man. He was a strange looking fellow, he looked slightly dim.

Analysing a piece of paper in front on him, attached to a clipboard, he looked at the scenery making notes - father found this strange, and somehow knew this guy was involved in filmmaking of somekind. We moved closer to him when we could see that attached to his jacket was a pin card saying 'Graveyard shift production,' which also had a pre-production photo of Silvio on in it, completely naked holding a piece of paper with the words 'I'm gonna bite you - down there.' Father looked shocked, the photo on the card was obscene, he quickly shielded my eyes from the card, yet without him knowing I already spotted the card on the man's jacket moments earlier. Father looked angry, he removed his hand from my eyes and rushed towards the man pulling the card off the mans's tan leather jacket.

'How dare you!' father shouted. 'There are children walking in and out of this park and the card on your jacket clearly shows a man with his rocks off, holding a piece of paper with homosexual inuendo on.'

The man looked confused, though briefy showed that he was in shock. With my father holding him, he droped his notes on the floor and then a long streak of piss floored downwards soaking his own trousers in the process.

'Don't hurt me. Please. I didn't touch the boy. He came on to me'

'Huh?'

The man then looked down at me and said 'oh thank god. I thought you were someone else'

My father then let go of the man in disgust. Not only was he a member of the GS crew, he also gave away that he was a child molester.

'What do you do on this film? father questioned'

'Er..I'm a location manager,' he then added with smugness, 'and a star.'

'Are you a leading actor?'

'no. I play a Junkyard Nighwatchmen. It's such a vitol role, trust me. Just you wait until the film comes out.'

My father had already lost interest in the man's words. 'Tell me. Where's silvio olivero?

The man looked stuck, 'I...d-on't know. He came here an hour back trying to find some boys for his art house video, but I haven't seen since. I'm really concerned, he's such a great--.' It was then the goofy looking man paused, open-mouthed and grinning while observing some people on a bench. 'Look!'

'Who are they?', my father questioned.

The man's responce was a bluntly put 'dumbass!' as though we were supposed to know the people on the bench. He then continued, ' That's *, * and some * from the Graveyard shift production. I'll introduce you - then maybe you'll find Silvio.'

CONTINUE OR THE EVIL ONES WIN!!!!
 
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"These two guys are Larry and Dan" said the Junkyard Night Watchman, also pointing to each of them. Dan seemed identical to almost every male substitute teacher on the East Coast, but he also had a silent "watchful" look shared by many peep-holes in the white enameled halls of America's mental asylums. Larry gave the appearance of an out-of-work porn star. Perhaps disease or impotence had forced him away from the industry.

It was the ex-porn guy that spoke first. "How's it going", he said coolly, then added, "I'm Lawrence Bockner."

A dim smile drained out of Larry's face as silence began to build. All eyes turned to Dan, who regarded Dad and I with nearly blinding scrutiny on his pasty, rodent-like face and in his schizoid eyes.

The Night Watchman dissappeared at this point, but we would meet him again soon enough.

"This is Dan" said Larry, clearly loosing interest in the conversation. Several passing Long Island ladies regarded Larry with stupid interest then passed on, letting the sidewalk be their guide.

Father finally spoke up: "My son and I have been looking forward to your film very much since hearing of it."

"Oh. Thanks, fellas" said Larry hiding his surprise.

"We would be honored if we could help out in some way" added Father. "Who should we speak to?"

Larry's surprise re-appeared. "Well, you should've asked Cort", he said.

"Who is he?" asked Father getting slightly impatient. This facade of respect he had built for these men was proving to be too much a strain for his simple soul.

"The guy that introduced you to me. Just a minute ago."

Father turned around, and gasped. Instantly, he grabbed my shirt sleeve and pulled me away, back to the street. He stopped and leaned down to me, so he could look at me eye to eye. Then he said, "son, that man suspected who we were. How could that be?"

I was still shocked at how low these people seemed. These were not Big Stars, and to call them little stars would be a gracious compliment. Surely, these would never light up the sky, not even as part of a giant post-zombie menace bonfire. This group of stars would be fortunate to sickly smolder, as a pack of wet rats trapped in the basement of a burning mansion. Yet the prophecy mentioned the descriptives "art house" and "eurotrash". These words hinted that maybe the future would remember Graveyard Shift in a more flattering way. This possibility was the very thing which pushed my Father into action and took our attention away from other hostilities-Homosexuals and Canada.

Then, I spoke: "Do we kill those two men?"

"No, my son, " he said. "They may be of use. But we must beware that they are all more crafty than they appear."

He began to walk, and, after a moment, I followed.

Soon, he continued speaking: "We are fortunate that vampire films attract sexual perversionaries. There are many places in the city in which those misguided souls pass freely. Son, you look confused. Do you know who perversionaries are?"

"Yes, father", I said, and all things became clearer in mind. "Those are Homosexuals."

Father placed his hand upon my shoulder and said, "good boy. Now-we wait for nightfall. This is when Homosexuals walk about the music halls."

CONTINUE OR THE EVIL ONES WIN!

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P-people W-whom D-dislike(the) 1987 F-film g-graveyard S-shift(and)H-homosexuals(and)
C-Canada was a cause I felt strongly about, never had I seen my father so tormented before, as he opened up the newspaper that day and discovered that a film would be made that could harm the foundations of our Lord's church.
He forced me to watch placing me directly in front of the metal bin as the newspaper burned. It was a day or so later that I realised the stress of the movie article on the film had caused him a complete nervous breakdown - for days afterward he'd get up at 2am, have his bath, attempt to shave all the hair from body- often cutting his balls in the process- and then he'd be out the house by 3am wearing womens clothing and Marilyn Monroe wig. For days he insisted that he liked his 'being,' shouting "i'm free!" at any occasion. That film had made my father a broken man. Eventually after many days of agony, on all our parts we called in the mental health people and he was institutionalised. Two weeks later he came home, saying, "God had Cured" him. I was pleased, and thankful that my father was no longer a cross-dressing Bangkok chick boy. There was one change though, secretly; it appeared he preyed more- in such cases he's mention the names Silvio Olivero, among others. I soon questioned him on the prayers days later asking 'Why do you prey for the cast of the demon film?' his response was a bland "Cause I want to." I pushed, and I asked the same question over and over, day after day, yet he still gave me the same dull reply. It was at least a month later after my continued silence on the preying that he broke. He was a bad, ugly sight. Sitting there eating his afternoon lunch then throwing his plate at the wall, declaring "I prey, albeit seek - I seek the answers god. Help me. A curse- an accident on the set, something like that, please. I, my brother and mother looked in horror at the sight of our broken father. With his hands clasped together, he persisting in questioning why his prayers had brought no curse on the film. He then isolated himself for days on end, eating nothing but dried moldy bread and drinking nothing but his own urine. Somedays, after the lunch incident he came out the hiding and said we, I and my father were going to New York. If god could not stop the film, the action by us would.

--New York, July 15th - Night

It seemed our questions and visits to the film set and crew had raised eyebrows. As my father and I walked down an empty residential street, the past caught up with us. There was a house with the window open, and it was at that moment we heard the news report from a radio that’s sound was polluting the night air. Siting at the window and all around were some black street thugs, they gave us some dirty looks, but the sound of the radio muffled their filthy talk.

Radio, female reporter -- "This morning, the actor Silvio oliviero, stated that he has received death threats from a terrorist group known as PWD1987FGSHC. As of now, the police are certain that the terrorist groups full title may be as follows P- People W- with D- Disabilities (in the year) 1987 F-for G- Gay S- sex (in) H-Henri's, C-company.
Father was relieved, and knew the name confusion may give us more time.
The radio continues--The title as we know refers to an armed mitilia of Arab homosexuals who parade the streets of the Kuwaiti town of Henri, forcing themselves onto the disabled. At this moment, it is not known why Silvio is being targeted, police believe though that it may be because he once had sex with a disabled young man under the pretence he was from Kuwait and part of the group. In the death threat it was stated "You have made many mistakes, yet this has been your biggest. You shall die." Silvio is currently working on Graveyard with director, jez ciccorriti and this is what he had to say on the threats. "We make art, and these terrorists will not take that away from us. Silvio plays the lead and we're pleased with his progress and hope these death threats will not tamper his shining career. My message to the terrorists would be, 'we don't make bombs, we make art, and art is far better than stinky explosive bombs.Thanks"
Father spoke up, "That art-tards who we'll need to see, if we can somehow persuade him." I looked up at father, "How about we pose as interviewees or something, interested in the film?" Father looked down, "That’s good, kid. Well done."

Radio--- DJ bLing bang bash-presenter --- Well, that Silvio betta be worrying now, this is breaking news coming into our studio- the actor, Larry Bockner has been found dead, in what seems to be suspected suicide. He also stars-well did star in Graveyard shift, also known as Taxi driver vampire rides New York. Unconfirmed reports say that Larry's ghost has already been seen wafting through the Manhattan streets saying, "the man known as father, and the boy I, I'm coming for you." Personally it sounds like utter twaddle, but R.I.P. to the man that was Larry Bockner.

Father looked down at me, and I looked up. We were in shock. He could see the fear wretched across my face and said "It'll be okay son, it's nothing but twaddle-like the radio guy said." I was not silly; it had to be true- the ghost of Larry, the guy from the park was coming after us. Father soon turned his gaze away from mine and looked to his side, the gang of thugs were climbing out of the window in dress that looked like the Michael Jackson video for beat it or bad. They lined up like an army troop on the sidewalk. There was one big black guy, who towered over father, he stepped out of the line of five or six men and moved forward. "Wat you stealin my radio for, !@#$. that'll cost you money. you got money, or we beat you- then when we beat you we take the money and the kid. we can make money outta him too, yah know wat i mean?" The mention of anyone selling me provoked father. He lifted his hand and pulled out his rabbit and said "this rabbit is cute, but it’s a killer and it'll kill you" That's when father threw the rabbit at the big thug and it blew.

CONTINUE OR THE EVIL ONES WIN!




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(art-tards...)

The rabbit blew, and instantly thug smiles turned to panic. I finally got to see what the bottom of Puma tennis shoes looked like, as the Thriller Understudys Gang fled. The latter of these pulled the injured punks away.

It was told by Father that the rabbit would have it's day, but I had not expected that it's day would happen in the course of our hostilities against Graveyard Shift. It was the rabbit that we revered as a mascot for our struggle against Homosexuals and Canada. For Homosexuals were men that emulated rabbits. Canadians either eat the rabbit, kill the rabbit, enslave it as a pet, or value it over humans.

"The rabbit always wins" father said flatly. Years later, I realize that this was the moment in which I began to doubt my father. How could a low-budget production of Eurotrash Takes Manhattan In Every Hole undermine mankind? Making a film is legally protected in this country(another concept that I would learn much later) as free speech. If Silvio and crew had legal counsel, father and I would be Federal criminals. Luckily, the film's cast and crew were too cheap to pay a lawyer and too stupid to use free legal aid.

The most cruel twist of fate is that, had we stopped the production, the future would see Canada pay production costs for many productions. Homosexuals, Canada, and Graveyard Shift would have met and I would have done whatever was necessary to see the meeting turned into a smoking crater. Surely, I would have done anything to stop the people that caused father such worry.

Simply put, it was difficult seeing father shave himself and then wearing Marilyn Monroe wigs, or doing both at the same time.

(short, but I'm very busy for the next twelve hours....phew.)

CONTINUE OR THE PEOPLE THAT HATE BUSH WIN!!!

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It was soon after the thugs ran that in the distance I saw two figures. The two were running as if towards us, yet at first we just didn't know. When they gathered pace, we did so too. Father somehow knew these two men were a threat, but we still didn't know who they were. Father picked me up and put me in the fireman's lift position on his shoulder.

"They've found us," he whispered to me. "We must get out of here"

By chance, it was at this moment a yellow NYC taxi rode past, father hailed it just in time. We wouldn't need to run we had wheels now.

The taxi pulled up, we were most pleased. The driver wound down his window.

He was a well groomed man, his hair tucked back and his jacket sleeves tucked up to elbows, with a white shirt underneath and a check tie tucked up neatly. As the window wound down, he settled his arm over the car door.

"Where do yah wanna go," said the groomed man

Father replied, "anywhere but here."

"sure."

Father then took me off his shoulder and placed me in the back of the taxi and then he sat next to me.

The two figures that were ahead of us then took form, they both had the Graveyard shift card badges that the man at the park had. Luckily just as we the taxi drove off we had moved ahead of them in our timely escape. Looking out of the rear window I saw them resting their arms on their hips as if they had been worn out in tracking us down. Father was right, these guys were everywhere, just like rats. As we drove out of the residential area we saw more of then; in fact there were hordes of them. Like zombies they eyed us, but we were in a taxi and they were on foot.

The taxi driver then cut in, "So what you up to then?"

Father looked angry, he didn't have time for talking in his state of anxiety and fear. We were both like this as we didn't know how they’d tracked us down.

Father then hastily replied "Just sight-seeing, yah know- the world trade centres, statue of liberty and then Broadway. That sort of thing.”

"Ah...say you interested in films, kid?" he was asking me a question that I really didn't feel like answering, but did. "Yes."

"There's a big production that going on right now- it's called Taxi driver vampire rides new york, or just Graveyard shift, I believe. There is some filming tonight, you should go and see that. I heard the leading actor Sil Oliviero's gonna be there. Yeah..we make some great movies here in New York, it's just a shame those terrorists keep ruining it all. Taxi movies, it seems, have always been a target for terrorists. I remember working the night they kidnapped Bobby."

Father cut in, "What nonsense, the terrorists , if you can call them that, were just making sure that the taxi driver isn't stereotyped as a gun-wielding maniac, a laugh a minute madman or a vampire. We only aim to make good of the profession we created back centuries ago." - This was father's mistake, he'd just revealed that he was terrorist.

The taxi driver looked glum, a solemn man wrapped in paranoia. He had us 'terrorists' in the back seat.

After driving on for a bit we eventually passed the street thugs who we'd thrown the rabbit at moments earlier, they spotted us and then proceeded in chasing the taxi on foot. They looked angry, and hurled abuse at my father who looked out of the rear window with a grin on his face.

"Come on driver, get on a move on," I shouted.

It was then that he flipped. He sped up his car and proceeded to rant about what the 'terrorist' group lead by my father had done in the past.

"You guys are just evil - you kidnapped bobby de niro, killed half the cast of the hit show taxi - I'm mean come on, stop. I guess your here for graveyard shift, right?"

"Yes." father replied, "we intend on stopping the production, whatever it takes."

The taxi turned a corner, and ahead of us was a warehouse, its car entry wide open. In the corner of my eye I looked at rear-view front mirror, which gave me sight of the man’s jacket. Between the man’s jacket and his white shirt was a card badge, for a second I believed that it must of been his taxi badge, but the sight of the naked silvio olivero was right there in front of me. The man wasn't a taxi driver but Cliff Stoker, a leading man in the cast of the film Graveyard shift. Before I could react, the doors locked themselves and the barrier between Cliff Stoker and us appeared.

Father and I heard the taxi driver laugh, we sat for bit and then the gas came seeping through the car feet area - we were engulfed and stuck - we soon passed out.

When we woke up we seated on two chairs, and we were both tied and gagged. We were in the warehouse, which looked like the one in that Quentin Tarintino film. It was there in front of us that we realised that *, *, and Cortland Elliot were giving us the evil eyes. Also standing around were the two men, * and * who were chasing us earlier that day.

* Choose the characters

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When we woke up they surveyed us intently, and then the ghost of Larry Bockner came through the entry door and saved us. Father and I were lucky; Larry the ghost was nice guy. He took us away from the evil rat-fat faced art-tards and bought us ice cream with some ghost money. THE END
(I guess you were bored abaddon, so that’s why I ended it quickly; try thinking up some new role play stories this was fun, if only for a while emoticon)
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The following is just a bit of fun, I thought I’d end this roleplay on a little humour based on ‘what if’ – in this case the films director has seen our forum and is very, very angry, Indeed. This is similar to the Russo thing I did a while back. Enjoy.. and try not to think I’m disturbed.



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Breaking news- http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421073/ - The story of Cortland Elliot is being made into a film starring keanu reeves. It is called the The Night watchman.

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For some reason, I want to write poetry about dead wildlife.

Seriously, don't trust the Evil Director Guy. He lies. Seriously.

Don't forget the Understudy: Graveyard Shift II. And I quote: "Vampire survives poorly directed and clich-ridden original to be cast as a vampire cast as a vampire in a horror movie within a horrible sequel".

Let me guess...with Constantine out his way, Keanu will try his hand at being a Night Watchman "as research for his latest role". Seriously, isn't the Night Watchman more of a career outlook than an actual film for Keanu Reeves? Maybe he's developing a new project called Minimum Wage Earner, which has gritty realism, drama, and a brief glimpse into the has-been actor slave trade.

Have an idea for a new story...a riff on the Zombie series...in all it's glory...will post later....

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