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For so long we've lived under the shadow of the grunge era. We've raised a nihilistic generation that doesn't give a shit and sees the world with callous eyes, rejecting faith, hope and love. To us, all these things are part of the commercial, imperialist machine that we reject. DragonForce, and power metal, have come to change all that. They know how we feel, the rage, the hatred, the pain and disillusionment. And they speak to us a message of light in darkness, of overcoming the struggles of the world with hopes for a brighter future. Metal is the language with which this message will reach out to the ones who have lost faith. The rage of hatred and domination becomes the fire of heroism. No longer are faith and dreams of love manufactured lies. In metal, everything beautiful is pure for those of us who know freedom to embrace once again. All these things we need more than ever in our current cultural and political climate, and that is why I believe power metal will be the new grunge, and that DragonForce will be the next Nirvana.
Yesterday, here in the middle of the City, I saw a wolf turn into a Russian ex-gymnast and hand over a business card that read YOUR OWN PERSONAL TRANSHUMAN SECURITY WHORE! STERILIZED INNARDS! ACCEPTS ALL MAJOR CREDIT CARDS to a large man who wore trained attack cancers on his face and possessed seventy-five indentured Komodo Dragons instead of legs. And they had sex. Right in front of me. And six of the Komodo Dragons spat napalm on my new shoes.
Now listen. I'm told I'm a FAMOUS JOURNALIST these days. I'm told the five years I spent away from the City have vanished like the name of the guy you picked up last night, and that it's like I never left. (I was driven away, let me remind you, by things like Sickness, Hate and The Death of Truth.)
So why do I have to put up with this shabby crap on my doorstep? Now my beautiful new apartment stinks of wet fur and burning dragon spit, and I think one of the cancers mated with the doormat. It keeps cursing at me in a thick Mexican accent. I may have to have it shot.
If you loved me, you'd all kill yourselves today.
Devious Journal Entry
Now listen. I'm told I'm a FAMOUS JOURNALIST these days. I'm told the five years I spent away from the City have vanished like the name of the guy you picked up last night, and that it's like I never left. (I was driven away, let me remind you, by things like Sickness, Hate and The Death of Truth.)
So why do I have to put up with this shabby crap on my doorstep? Now my beautiful new apartment stinks of wet fur and burning dragon spit, and I think one of the cancers mated with the doormat. It keeps cursing at me in a thick Mexican accent. I may have to have it shot.
If you loved me, you'd all kill yourselves today.
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