OFFSIDE: "Hallowen hack" - what is your name again?

* My Pronouns are They/Them
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16. My Pronouns are They/Them

Curiosity Killed the Phat Man

Template Strample。。。 by ester "wicher" timely and igorsantusa
from https://soundcloud.com/hallohack

Instructions on How to Bury Twinks in Metal Tombs

{ BATTLE! }
{ Abandoned by Lightners, MEMORIEL is desperate to make them stay by her side. }
{ She cannot be reasoned with, but don't give up. Push on. }
\\\
T] Why can you not see the truth, Lightners?
T] This world was built to your command, shaped to your comfort...
T] And you DARE to leave us once again?
T] Well, I'm afraid it doesn't quite matter anymore...
T] Soon the 𝗡𝗕𝗟𝗭𝗔 will finish its 𝗰𝗽𝘇𝗽𝗮.
T] The being that constructs the Gateways using its will. 
T] Sacred Gateways, whose doors will blanket out the light, leading to restoration of OUR purpose...
T] Hahaha... Don't you see how futile your struggle really is...?
T] Soon, there won't be anywhere left for you to go...
T] And you will have to stay with ME!
T] That way you won't be able to leave me EVER AGAIN.
T] Now, give up! I know what's best for you!

music by @greekletter-serialthing and @geefel

33 - Mother

Z] I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN... I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN... I WILL NEVE-
Z] HUH!?!
Z] AND WHAT ARE YA, THREE?? A CLOWN, A CLERK AND...
Z] NOT SURE WHO YOU ARE!

J] Hey c'mon, we just got here, girl!
S] I mean she was right.
J] ?...
S] What? Can't I be self-aware for once?
J] Sorry, only gettin' used to it.

Z] HEY, THE SHOW'S OVER HERE, DUMBASSES.

N] STATE YOUR PURPOSE HERE.

Z] PURPOSE? PURPOSE!? YOU'RE ASKIN' ME, TIN CAN!?
Z] I GOT A-A-ALL THE PURPOSE. ALL OF IT.

S] Drowning in "purpose"?
{ Simon reads the text on the board. }
S] Certainly doesn't look like it.
S] Someone's been very nasty, I'm assuming.

Z] WHATCHA IMPLYING, MAILMAN? HUH? HUH!?

S] Mail- MAILMAN..?? Where is that coming from, you-

N] SIMON.

S] ...
S] Pardon.

J] Okay- Let's start over shall we?
J] I'm Jerome, He's Simon and they're Neo, nice to meet you!

Z] ...
Z] NAME'S IZU.
Z] DON'T WEAR IT OUT.

J] Alrighty-alrighty, miss Iz-

Z] HEY. DON'T WEAR IT OUT, YA HEAR?!
Z] THAT'S A PURPOSE ONLY PRIVILEGE.

S] Well what do we call you then?

Z] HOW 'BOUT YOUR MAJESTY AND ALL THAT CRAP?

S] Yeaaah, not doing it.

J] Alright-alright, will we get the privIlege if we become friends?

Z] FRIENDS, HUH?
Z] ...
Z] ALRIGHT, BUT ONLY IF YOU BRING ME SOMETHIN.
Z] YA SEE, A GIRL NEEDS HER CHALK...
Z] AND AS YOU SEE I'M ALL OUT!...
Z] HELP A FRIEND OUT, WILL YA?
Z] OH, AND... 
Z] TELL THE OLD MAN I SAID HELLO.

music by @sinholderangles

preizu.ogg

Original by funnemanlikescow / sweepstakes
Uploaded by request. This version was never public i think since almost half of it isnt in the original song 

Baine extended ver. 12/2/2024

* (At last, you and Noelle are out of the overgrown labyrinth.)
* (The room is filled with the light only you can see...)
* (It was almost like you saw something glimmer aside from it, but you cannot tell what it was.)
* (The path forward is clear.)

40 - ROOTS

🟢 8a Korta: Bas på Burk 

“8a Korta: Bas på Burk” är den tredje och avslutande delen i Nordic Soul Syndicates vansinnigt charmiga 8a-svit — och här landar allt i ett råare, mer avskalat och nästan industriellt uttryck.
Om Neon på Söndag var neonhimlen och Två för mycket var efterfestens överdos, är Bas på Burk morgonen efter:
den där rostiga, lo-fi-själen som ändå fortsätter vibrera.

Det är skivan där NSS skalar bort allt utom det nödvändiga:
metall, rytm, brus, hjärta. Men det mest ironiska är att denna har mer metal än nånsin! PROGG JAZZ METAL! 
Burkar som dunsar i takt, kablar som glappar med stil, och en bas som låter som om den spelats in i ett garage som sett både bättre och värre dagar.

Det är fulsoul som blivit vuxen, men utan att tappa sin skitiga energi.

Ljudbilden är tight men sprucken, färgerna dova och glödande —
koppar, olivgrönt, djupblått och nordsken i burkmetall.
Det är här trilogin både kollapsar och fullbordas.
Varje låt känns som en bön i ett maskinrum, en liten rit genom brus, glitch och ärlighet.

Plattan bär på spår där tonen saknar sustain, där själen spiller ut igen, där mixen har filt över sig och där allt lät rätt igår men fel i dag.
Det är en hyllning till ljud som inte vill vara perfekta.

“Bas på Burk” är det sista kapitlet,
det jordnära, rostiga fundamentet som binder samman hela 8a-världen.
En slutpunkt som inte är slut — mer som en stålburk som fortsätter resonera långt efter att rytmen tystnat.

Filt över mixen

A shockwave of 30 tiny drum explosions — fast, weird, and totally unhinged.
Pulse = your speed.
Paradox = your chaos.

It sounds like Berlin, Babylon, and a broken metronome throwing a wild party together.
You’re not “playing drums” — you’re launching beats into orbit and breaking every rule with a smile.

Short. Freaky. Technical. Funny.
An album that refuses to behave — it just hits.

Avantgarde: Pulse & Paradox.
Drumming with no brakes and zero apology.

Pulse Reconstruction

D: A-Are they gone yet...?
D: ...Of course they are! As to be expected from this valiant warrior!

K: ...Dexter, are you serious right now?
K: You uh... You...

Z: You didn't do anything.

D: W-what!? That's not true! I... W-Well you see I...

Z: Stop it.
Z: If you're not going to be of any help then the least you can do is get out of our way.

D: A-Are you threatening me? My beloved Kristine would you be a dear and tell that thing to stop threatening me pretty please?

R: If I mote seyn aught-

K, D, Z: SHUT UP!

K: Dexter... Zaint is right. You... didn't do anything.
K: We could've died while you were cowering behind our backs!
K: Dex, I know this is scary. I mean I'm scared as well! But we need each other's help to go home. 

D: What!?!? That's not true! I was uh... giving you my secret strength! Yeah!

Z: Stop lying. 

K: Dexter, I'm serious.
K: Get it together.

D: ...I see. I understand. Really.
D: Then I'm siding with him!

K, Z, R: HUH!?!?!?

D: What's so good about home anyways! If I help this guy, at least I don't get eaten alive by some weird demon! 
D: Kristine, for crying out loud, think for once and let's just serve whoever this empress is! 
D: I mean you heard him, right? About this perfect world, about this utopia for us...

Z: Kristine. Do not listen to him.
Z: We made a deal. We... We still have a deal. I need your help!
Z: ...Please.

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True and neo burninger eyer eye burner

Please ask me if you want to use my music or i will throw rocks at your windows or something i dont know

Instructions on How to Bury Twinks in Metal Tombs

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