Quote by blake1221
lol ur still heer d00d.
I know. You guys are slacking!
Quote by denfilade
And because you're not surprised or offended, you want us not to be surprised and offended either?
Maybe not, but surely you could ponder it.
Ruining a perfectly good thread was not enough to get banned. Let's hope our old friend is!

Quote by tremeloud
I think we all started to feel "holier than thou" when it became apparent that you were a piece of shit. The pit can be dumb, but some people take that shit to another level.
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I don't think it's that you've seen worse being the problem everyone has with you. I think it's the fact that you're alright with this occurring.
You deserve a response with respect for showing maturity I chose not to. I am not ok with American soldiers killing innocents. That said, I am ne'er the least bit surprised or offended. So I'm not going to act like it to be socially correct.
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That whole pointless discussion could have been avoided if the TS focused more on the article in the OP than the pictures. Yeah, most of us on the net have probably seen "worse" pictures, but it doesn't change the fact that what these guys did was very wrong.

EDIT: Woah, I replied really late to that.
It wasn't pointless. We've learned how a generic story of some murderers becomes the queue for some to become holier than thou because pictures were present.
Quote by due 07
US Soldiers kill Afghan children and take horrifying pictures with them daily? Hm.
I do believe I said, "shit LIKE this." Not "this EXACT situation."
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bolded part is the problem. you've somehow turned this tragedy into a pissing contest. you see this as a competition as to who can endure the most horrific, disgusting images/videos/stories. it has nothing to do with that. it's the loss of innocent human life. not only taken, but defiled. but you clearly have a pretty warped mind if all you can say upon seeing these images is "meh, i've seen worse."

yeah. lots of us have. that doesn't make this any less deplorable and disgusting.
You guys act like shit like this doesn't happen daily. It does. It's going to. No need to act all noble and vigilant. But go ahead.
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You had been insulting him from your very first post in this thread.
I also presented an argument with them.
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Your parents must be proud
If we're taking shots at me now, you have nothing else to further your argument against me.
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He's worse than someone in the military who deploys, doesn't do anything, and then comes back with "PTSD".

It, and he specifically, is laughable. Young fat metalhead is self-proclaimed badass and knower of all things gore and snuff.

Then smash, real world tragedy strikes and young fat metalhead is still young and fat, but also sporting a nice pair urine-soaked tighty-whities.
Insults? Indeed, what else can you say? I've proven you a dumbass.
Quote by due 07
They aren't casualties, you ignorant muppet. They were actual real life murders. Rogue soldiers exploiting their status as soldiers to murder, for fun. Not even out of hate, but merely because they wanted to.
I was talking about the dead guys. Jeez, you guys are a trip.
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lmao. you make it sound like you're a vietnam vet just because you went to ogrish. yeah, so did every kid who liked cult gore flicks. you think that makes you hard just because you've seen 3guys1hammer? i've got a friend in the army whose buddy's head got blown off right next to him. i'm not going to pretend i know what that shit's like just because i've seen video of r budd dwyer offing himself.
I go to college with war veterans. I don't need a friend's friend. Second, desensitization does play a big part in this. What makes you better than me? You're NOT desensitized? Seriously, guys. Make me look like the bad guy if you want, but you're all full of shit.
Quote by Miniskirt
No, I know you've seen shit, but why do you need to mention that? That has no relevance to what's happening now, I don't think the point of the thread is to debate which act is more deplorable.
Well, if you look back at the history of some previous wars, a couple of rednecks posing with casualties is nothing. That's what I'm saying.
Quote by captaincrunk
Only someone like you could wish death on someone after seeing images like these.
I used to go to a certain image board. You take a part of it with you long after you cease going.
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Lol, seeing pictures on the internet has no relevance to the extremity/depravity of the situation in real life.

You've already made yourself look like a fool
So you're saying mangled corpses aren't real unless they're on Rolling Stones? Dude, seriously. Get off your high horse. Cünt.
Quote by Dreadnought
Oh yes, I'm sure you and your maybe-20-years-old, guitar-playing, "bartending", tendonitis-having self have seen some crazy shit in your day

Get your head out of your ass, you wannabe.
You're a fücking white knight cünt. When did I say I "experienced" any of that shit? You can find images like the ones in this discussion on the internet. They happen to have much more graphic content than these. That's what I said. Please go die.
Quote by Momentosis
You guys are oversensitive.

Sorry folks, but there's a lot worse out there. I've seen much more horrid acts.
I read it as a Black Metal cover. I am disappoint.
Quote by theogonia777
i don't have one. i don't really want people who i barely know to know what i'm doing at all times, and if someone really wanted to know, they could just call me and ask, and if they don't have my number, chances are they are one of those people that i don't want knowing in the first place.
Very much this. I did lose contact with a lot of people when I deleted mine. But what does that entail exactly? More free time? Less obligatory shallow social bull?

It was the best decision ever.
That kicked ass, bro. My honest recommendation is to, progress. Make a slower interlude segment, or make a more intense part. I feel like something contrastingly slower will land home. Whatever you choose, good luck, dude.
Quote by darkwolf291
You must truly be in a Land on Confusion. It must have Stricken you as pretty odd, but Just Stop. Don't listen to the Voices, don't exercise your Violence Fetish.

I'll stop with the disturbed puns now
Can't read my, can't read my, fun fun fun fun, I cum blood, y'all want a single! I wanted to join in. This is hard, though.
No, wait... Yeah. Sometimes there are no other options.
Quote by trueamerican
1. Proposition your roommate for a blowjob.
2. He'll reject you in a fit of homophobic rage.
3. He'll move out.
4. He'll come out of the closet.
5. His girlfriend will proposition you for sex.
6. PROFIT!!!
So THAT'S what the semifinal point always says! Everything in the universe now makes perfect sense!
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Guys, guys!

Take this sort of talk to the makeup counter where it belongs - with the rest of the women.
Oh, look: a self-proclaimed makeup counter expert. How do you know what belongs there?

On topic: AXE/LYNX is overrated. You can get nearly twice as much shower gel for half the price; oh, and it's better quality, too.
Quote by IdkWhatImDoing
But it makes everyone in the lockerroom like you.

Also why the hell can't you europeans have normal things? We don't have that weird lynx shit. Here we have AXE.
While we're at it, it's Wal-Mart, not Asda! Trololololol

The colour simplicity speaks more than is initially apparent.
Quote by Shawn1379
A lot of people will hate me, but I loved Some Kind of Monster. I think I've watched it about 7 or 8 times at least.

It's actually a huge part of what got me interested in Metallica, and it's a big part of why I play guitar.

I know... I'm a terrible person. No need to say it.
Fret not, grasshoppa. I regularly enjoy the album of the same title. And to fücking hell with the haters!
Quote by ikarian-pride
inb4 Spinal Tap

Anvil's documentary is pretty interesting actually

EDIT: Damn you! I've been beaten to it

Not Spam: I can honestly NOT recommend you Some Kind of Monster. This is coming from a huge Metallica fan.

C'mon guys, this is the best thread ever!

Let's get some Beauchamp up in here. Sorry if it was already posted.

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If you go into this one tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, and the right bartender is behind the counter that night, you might be able to see a very exclusive gallery show of the lost works of one Henri Beauchamp. But, you have to prove you're a devotee of the artist to get in.

You'll be asked, in clear and perfect English, "What would like to partake of this glorious night?" Answer "absinthe", no matter what. Any other drink, from whiskey to water, will kill you as you sleep.

The next question will regard the type, and you MUST answer one of two things: "The stuff that Man himself could not bear to take," or, "The good stuff. The best stuff." If you ask for any other absinthe, in any other way, you will be plagued by nightmares for 13 days. Each night's dream will be more horrible than the last, until, upon the thirteenth dream, your nightmare will follow you, every moment of your waking and sleeping life.

Don't try and cheat the barkeep: the door locked behind you. You have to drink what he gives you, doom or not. That such a powerful man granted you audience should be enough. Besides, I've heard that the dying complimented his drinks in their death throes.

If you make it that far before sealing your fate, the bartender will say, "Be sure you handle this with care; this is the finest I have." From here, you may do one of two things: Say, word for word, "I overestimated my fortitude, and I bid you good eve." If the barkeep nods, you may leave the door you entered, unharmed and with nothing gained and nothing lost (except the time spent inside).

Or you can go on.

You will be given a glass with a seven-sided rim, with each side twisting ever so delicately around the basin until forming a sleek and simple handle. You will also receive a very, very, very special absinthe spoon, in the shape of a key; the holes at the key's top serve as the draining point for the alcohol to pour over the sugar cube. And, of course, an unmarked bottle, stripped long ago of its label, scraps of paper sticking to its sides, covered in the rot of the decades past.

The spoon is completely flat, but has two distinct sides: one with a groove along the shaft of the key, and one without. Turn the shaft down, so its groove will be face down. If you attempt this face up, your absinthe will taste foul, your nose will burn, and your eyes will shrivel in their sockets with unspeakable horrors not of this world.

Now, if your spoon is the right way up, begin preparing the absinthe as one would (put the sugar on the spoon, and pour the alcohol over so it gains its color and "special qualities").

Say "cheers" to your friend, the barkeep, and bottoms up. If you don't, the absinthe will burn every innard it touches with the power and pain of sulfuric acid.

If you've done it right, the already dim lights will go off, and darkness will consume the bar. Don't be afraid; the darkness is the cue that you've been approved for the exhibit. Wait out the darkness, and keep silent as the dead, lest the bartender decide to make you so.

Eventually (not too long, two to three minutes), a green floodlight will shine brightly on a door on the far wall of the bar. The bar will be bathed in green, and not just from the floodlight. Little luminescent spheres will gently drift through the room, and the barkeep will no longer be there...nor any other unassuming patron inside before.

There's no danger by this point...consider it a safe point. If you didn't finish the absinthe, you don't have to, but you might need the alcohol. Either way, take the spoon and put it in the keyhole of the green-lit portal's doorknob. It will fit perfectly, and reach the end of the keyhole with a resounding click.

Inside is a small elevator, with the most beautiful woman any mortal eyes can imagine, bathed in the green glow in just such an angle that the light refracts beyond her into the shape of wings.

The Green Fairy herself will ask you, "Going up?”, and considering all the trouble you went through, it would only make sense to say yes.

Now, you have one more hurdle to clear. She will ask you, as you cross the line from the bar to the compartment, "How would you compare Beauchamp's surrealism to that of, say, René Magritte?" For your reply, you must say, "I've come to see more than art tonight."

If you don't, the green floodlight will blow out, the doors will slam shut, and the elevator will plummet through a seemingly infinite blackness before a red light grows brighter as the elevator nears the very depths of Hell.

Now, if your elevator begins to go up, the green light will also fade, but in its place will be the cool glow of the moon. But, before you even recognize it, the elevator will reach the top of its...well, let's call it a shaft to not get too intricate.

Now, I'm not as sure about this as the rest, but I've heard that, if the Green Fairy kisses you on the cheek as she leaves the elevator, you will always be blessed with a creative inspiration: a permanent, ever-changing muse. You can't ask her, you can't kiss her; she has to do it of her own volition. If not...well, nothing, but no reason to do it anyway and anger the woman who is responsible for keeping the Beauchamp paintings safe for so many years.

You will enter, from the elevator, a turn-of-the-century parlor, with a large poster of Henri Beauchamp on the left side of the opposite wall; on the right is a door.

Taking the time to read the poster is a fairly good idea, as it explains the very significance of Monsieur Beauchamp. You see, he was a struggling surrealist in the 1920's, always making art to try to be free of all premeditation, and managed to do so. You see, after one night in a tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, he began to paint...patterns.

First it was geometric patterns. Then complete fractals. Then images that would be in the newspaper the next day. Then next week. Then from fifty years ago. One hundred years in the future, two hundred years in the past...

Then, on his last night of life, he kidnapped three young girls from their homes at night, murdered them, and painted his finest masterpieces in reds and yellows with the blood and bile of virgins.

He committed suicide immediately after painting exactly 13 of these.

These are behind the door.

The first six, from the left, show, from left to right: the genesis of the universe, the only true visage of God as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Jesus Christ, the sprawling clouds of Heaven, every Pope from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of Jesus' appearance in his Second Coming.

The other six, on the right, show, from right to left: the cataclysm of the universe, the only true visage of Satan as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Judas, the sprawling flames of Hell, every human-embodied demon from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of the Antichrist in his Second Coming.

Now, six and six makes twelve. But what of the thirteenth?

This thirteenth painting is turned around on its wall pin, the image facing the wall. The space around it is roped up at a very wide diameter, and under the flipped image is a sign, in three languages. The top is in the scriptures of the Seraphim, the bottom in the runes of the highest demonic orders, and in the middle, in Roman letters.




Now, like the kiss, I can't say this part with as much certainty, but all the same...I heard that, somehow, as he died, Beauchamp flayed his skin, his organs, his very soul, into some sort of collage. How he took his dead body and created such a horrific masterpiece, I could never say, nor would I ever dare to.

So...if you make it, maybe you can flip the canvas over and tell me sometime? You can tell me about it over a drink.