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Old video, still fun.

To tell the truth, I didn’t really laugh really hard until the very end (the Cynic line got me). Then again, I didn’t have much to laugh about.

Curse HQ vs Mark

I could explain the story behind this, but it’s boring and most people really wouldn’t give half a damn. Besides, I could get into trouble for going into too much detail. Next time I sign a contract, I’ll be reading it much, much closer.

Want to do me a favor? Don’t let people forget about AS and how it came to be. It didn’t pop up overnight. Only one person lead it for three years, with a lot of help. Some of the help was loyal and good, some was pathetic, narcissistic, and treacherous. People you’ve met personally, slept in the same hotel room with, had breakfast, lunch, and dinner with, will use the block you stumbled over as a stepping stone. Your loss is their gain.

Learn something from my misfortune: when in doubt, trust yourself and no one else. That’s the safest way to do business. The moment you start trusting other people to be kind, fair, decent, or moral is the moment you might as well sign over your soul to the man in the suit. No one cares about you, they care about what you can do for them. Once you’re no longer useful or convenient, your continued existence is no longer required.

It was a dark and stormy night…

Mark went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hopefully sleep off the feeling. He didn’t think he had ever been this scared in the last twenty years, not even the two times he had a gun pointed at him. As he looked up into the mirror to spit his toothpaste, what he saw made it dribble from his mouth.

Curseman.

Looking at him with shining red eyes. Huge teeth grinding against each other. It blinked once, eyes like a strobe light. Mouth snapped open, jaws ready to talk to him on the phone. Curseman looking back at him through his mirror, holy nyerknyerknyerknyerking nyerknyerknyerknyerk.

He turned around and dived. Random direction. Didn’t care. Had to get away from that THING. Couldn’t let Curseman catch him. Not with those jaws. But those eyes could search him out. They could see him anywhere.

Tumbling to the ground, he tried to find a way out. Something. Anything to get away from it. Logic and drugs be damned. Had to get away from Curseman.

He felt a sudden hot breath on the back of his neck. Then the sound of something gnashing together, like two chunks of metal. Or two sets of teeth. A red glow illuminated something behind him. Curseman standing right behind him about to ask to talk on the phone. Get out of here. Anywhere.

The bike.

That was escape. Escape from Curseman and its jaws of death and its eyes that could see everything.

Mark went for a bike ride.



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