First I’m going to say that I did have a splendid transition of holidays counting thanksgiving, christmass, new year, Wisemen’s day, and on. I spent time with friends, some hobo to talk to, co-workers, strangers dancing, and no other than myself. Many things I received, and many people I made them smile, but most importantly I had the time and space to see their smiles.

Well, now to advance to the point. I have noticed that our lives in fictional fantasies have been ruled over by characters that represent something in their story and within our lives. And no, I’m not talking about shitty characters like the Twilight characters, the Pendragon novels, The Matrix, etc. No. I am talking about Comic Superheroes AKA Marvel and D.C. Comics Heroes. These symbolic characters have had some interesting characteristics that separate them from the stereotypical ideal of an avenger/vigilante/hero/asshole. Just stating the facts there. The ideal of a true hero is the one that overcomes any obstacle in the name of what favors society and the innocent. Well there are no innocents in this world, we’re just going to call them “The needy,” because that’s what they are, in need for a fighter to battle their wars. But what differs a hero from a mercenary and a stupid assassin is only one characteristic. The ability to overcome his/her own existential obstacles deep within mentally, physically, and spiritually. Most of the stereotypical heroes suffered an experience that traumatized them or lost someone very close to them. Most of the time is parents or a lover. Well why not your cousin or your neighbor? You have to go on the parents? You parent hating punks. In effect society has used these as an example, but which company is better for society? I’m going to say Marvel. And a lot of people will disagree with me, but here is my argument. D.C. Comics has the 98% of his superheroes modeled and drawn as super models. Giving the children the idea of being pretty “If you’re not pretty, you are evil and god hates you.” That is the worst message given to children. Another issue is that I recall seeing at most 7 dark-colored characters in D.C. Comics. But only 3 of them were heroes, the rest were super villains. This leaves a rather sly message of the dark-colored people being mostly criminals. And that is not true. Judging from history and socio-psychological experiences, the white-man is the most dangerous being between the other races. It can oppress, control, repress, corrupt, lie, kill, destroy, steal, enslave, etc. This and more, to a different race with different beliefs. D.C. Comics has done a pair of good examples for super heroes such as Batman, Green Lantern, Red Tornado, and the Blue Beetle. The rest are just asking for a slap on the face. And the representation of them all, Superman, is a joke. His invincibility is prematurely boring. Not being able to kill a hero is boring and not intense at all. The thrill of the hero being on the edge of death is what makes the public go in suspense, adrenaline, to feel what the hero feels, to understand, to think the probabilities of failure and beyond. But sadly Superman is the weakest character in these topics.

The reason why I chose a couple of D.C. Comic characters is because of their history and characteristics. The most interesting is Red Tornado, being a machine-like man that cannot feel any emotion but the controlled exposure of logic and thought. He is a fast learning character, and he is a very powerful ally. But the strongest characteristic about him is that he wishes to learn how to feel. He desires to complete his lack of emotions and compassion, and he tries to understand human emotions and their changes. The Red Tornado has a not so intense story, but he does have a very strong point. How ironic that the one who desires to have human feelings is the one who is not even human.

The next one is Green Lantern and we all know why. He is chosen to be the next brightest star in the galaxy, but why is he the strongest of the green lantern warriors? Well he is the one who is easy to get scared, to feel fear, to be afraid of failure. The other green lantern warriors have been trained and can feel little of that fear. The reason of the green lantern is to become the protector from that power, fear. We all have our fears, but he is the one who fought all of them on his own.  He fought fear by the strength of will. Will is the power that only the human being can accomplish. It can follow a path of salvation or a path of destruction, but will power is the strongest feeling in the universe. If one conquers fear and learns how to use will, then he/she will accomplish anything.

The Blue Beetle is a classic name in the D.C. Comics, but I’m not going to talk about that beetle. The new Blue Beetle is the more interesting character. This hero was chosen and mentored by Batman himself. He is a Mexican teenager who found some alien attachable technology that gives him great strength and adaptable bio-technology. It is nice that they put in an international character but not only that, he comes from a low economical income family in a cheap house. He doesn’t have a great intellect nor does he know any martial arts, but the question is “Why was he chosen?” The answer is his compassion and perseverance. He never backs down from a battle, even if he loses his beetle suit he keeps fighting. By the way his name is Jaime. He never kills an opponent no matter their doings, and he always expects the best in people not suspecting if they’re going to damage him or not. He just goes with the flow and never backs down on his actions. The Mexican Blue Beetle is my favorite D.C. character, and he holds a very good example towards the young children and people who may rule this planet one day.

Batman is my last D.C. Example. We know the story, his parents were shot, he was left alone, became afraid of bats and decided to share his fear with the criminals becoming the Dark Knight. There are many characteristics that make this character a great hero. He never kills his rivals, ever. He knows how to corrupt them with fear and to bring them to the authorities. He stood on his own to learn martial arts and to acquire a vast knowledge. He uses his money as Bruce Wayne to help society and to support his technology as Batman to fight crime. Most of his enemies are not entirely human, and he fights them on his own. Batman has a lot to be given credit for. He shows how to overcome your fears and weaknesses and use them as your strengths. He teaches how to never let anger or sadness become your weapon against evil or one shall succumb to evil. He shows how one can actually become a hero even if one doesn’t have superpowers. He is the pure example of a true hero, and he will always be. Oh and he’s very badass too.

Now back to Marvel. Every character in Marvel has a great example. Spiderman was an orphan adopted by his aunt and uncle, and his uncle got shot because of his arrogance. He became spiderman when he was bitten by a radioactively experimented spider and became the hero we know. It is intense and insane. He has over 50 supervillains, over 20 human villains, and like 5 nemesis. He has to fight oponents stronger and with more technology. He even has fought his own dark side which turned out to transform into Venom. Spiderman has always been an iconic character, and people always say that he is the American hero of Marvel, well no. He is the stereotypical low income intelligent nerd that became the superhero we would like to be. The American hero is Captain America, who can only be a hero in his own time, the 40’s. The other characteristic about Marvel superheroes is that most of them are not physically attractive, like Hellboy, Ghost Rider, Nightcrawler, Hulk, Beast, and other more. The physical looks don’t mean anything, if you’re a hero inside you can become a hero. And many villains look kind of attractive or badass, like Magneto, Mistique, Black Heart, Venom, Penance, Phoenix, Silver Sabre, etc. The Marvel company knows that even heroes can become villains and villains can become heroes. Like Speedball becoming Penance after knowing that his action to protect many people he absorved a nuclear explosion and sadly blasted it in another area killing more than 50,000 people and being marked as a criminal. His friends dying and his family feeling ashamed if him he becomes Penance the villain who can kick the Avengers’ asses to oblivion. Or Ironman becoming a corrupted vigilante that becomes obsessed over power and money selling weapons and armory to other organizations just to support his company and technology. Or Venom becoming an ally to spiderman realizing the damage he’s done to the person he loves and wanting to fix his mistakes. The only difference between the hero and the villain is what forms them, both have strong will, intellect, no fears, and want a better future for themselves. The difference is pain. Ones overcome it, and others forsake it and become one with it enjoying the thrill to give pain to others. This is why Marvel has created some very interesting characters. My top 10 marvel heroes are:

10- Silver Surfer: Because his powers are amazing and because he is the one who knows the human being better than anyone but at the same time doesn’t understand it deeply from compassion to perseverance. He learns this and even faces his own lord Galactus showing how powerful he can really be.

9- Dr. Strange: Just by the fact that he mixes his scientific knowledge to fight Magic with Magic. He does show that even Magic is a science and everything has a flow and a way to be made or created. He learns how to always believe in the probabilities of something new and unknown. And has a cool name.

8- Wolverine: Not entirely a hero, but very badass. He knows when to fight and how. He follows his instincts and knows hot not to be corrupted by higher authorities. And he has lived since the times of the colonies, so I believe he would be a very interesting character to talk to in front.

7-Daredevil: He shows that even if you have a physical disadvantage you can still be a hero, and he knows who to kill and who doesn’t deserve it. He has some amazing moves in martial arts and in the stealth mode, and he even conquered all of his own fears learning how not to fear anything and living on the edge.

6- Hulk: This over exposses steroid dosed monster is awful, but I love the message it sends that once you find in yourself that inner peace and forgive yourself you can control your strongest demons and become one with them. He learns how to use anger as a weapon, but at the same time not letting anger control him and rather control anger himself.

5- Penance (Redemtion): Yes, after becoming the most brutal and powerful villain in the Marvel Universe, Penance decides to fight one last time for the sake of the new heroes fighting the corrupted ironman and red Hulk. He gets his ass handed to him but his phrase is the one that I love. “Who I am is not judged by my actions, but rather the reason behind my own actions.” And that is very true. He ends up dying defeating hulk and Ironman leaving them to the authorities and being too damaged to even hold his own power (He gets stronger by pain, and his entire armor has 50,000 spikes and needles piercing his skin). He dies as a hero but lives as a legend showing how our actions are not always the best, but the reasons can be the correct choice from our actions.

4- Spiderman: Let’s just say that I love it how he is bullied and treated like crap and still he doesn’t take advantage of that power. He knows how to take responsibility and never let anger or darkness control his life. He becomes the one hero that can never become a villain.

3- Night Crawler: This little blue guy is awesome. He is fast, very experienced in stealth fighting, and he could kill anyone very easily. Oh, and he can teleport. He is the perfect warrior, and he looks like a blue demon with a devil tail. He used to be used as a circus attraction and even used for experimentation, but he never let himself become a demon. He is physically a demon, but he succumbs to religion in order to forgive himself for his actions. He marks his body with symbols, and every symbol is a sin he has done, that shows how deep his conscience can be, but also shows that even though we roam on the wrong actions are, but how we fix them and give a correction to our past to escape our dark hole of hell.

2- Hellboy: Speaking about hell, this guy is the most demonic of them all. He is the son of the devil himself. But it shows something interesting. If he is the son of the devil, why doesn’t god vanquish him, and why does he fight for the sake of humanity? This is the perfect example of the power of choosing, the way of choosing to do the correct and the incorrect, the evil and the good, the damaging and the favoring, the hero or the villain. He could be an invincible villain, but he decides to be a very annoying vigilante and to protect the humans that judge him so strong to even hate him for being a freak. He is supposed to be the key to the gods of chaos and even become the prince of the new hell, but he has a good life with his girlfriend, kitties, chocolate, and tecate. Hellboy kills the monsters that deserve it, even hitler, but he never tries to harm an innocent being.

1-The Ghost Rider: The darkest hero in the universe is my favorite of them all. He can be an anti  hero, but he also is a hero. He fights the forces of hell and evil in order to avenge the soul of his father that was taken by the devil. Many people do pacts with the devil for greed or ambition, he did it for love, and he would always put himself on the verge of death only to save a beloved one. He lifts his curse and controls it, but he can never harm an innocent person. He can destroy the entire world, and every time he dies he becomes stronger. That is something that differs him from the other riders, since he was a moto-rider who had been crashing himself to death over the years many times and thanks to those actions he can even fight the devil’s fallen angels and son Black Heart with his thousand army of dark souls. He has no mercy on the person who has committed crimes, and he makes them feel the pain they have produced over other people and then die. He is the perfect Avenger, but what makes him so special for me is that he is smart unlike the other heroes. He stays away from those he loves so that his enemies don’t harm them, and he keeps fighting the forces of evil on his way, fighting monsters with monster, demon with demon, and fire with fire. The Ghost Rider is the perfect hero and my favorite. Brutal, kind, unmerciful, badass, and overall a demonic hero.

Well these are all my Marvel Heroes, and they all mean something special to me. They are the best to learn from, maybe there are others that you would like to share and say why you like them. Now I know that Anime Heroes are way more deeply thought and shown, so something I’ve been thinking about. What if we put one American Comic character vs an Anime manga character? That we’ll another time.

Since the beginning of Metal music’s great wave, people have misjudged this genre assuming it has anti-religious views, aggressive behavior influence, inappropriate content, etc. Since the 70’s there has not been an answer to whether Metal music is harmful or not. The fans support it strongly. The opposite sides argue with many characteristics that may or may not be true about this music genre. The truth is simple. Metal is neither damaging nor favorable. It is just a way of entertainment through music and corporal expression like any other musical genre. Even though Metal is just a musical genre, many subgenres from it can be influential towards the listeners. Here will be seen the ways this genre can affect its listeners positively and negatively.

To start talking about Metal one has to know where and when it all began. The whole movement began in the late 60’s at United Kingdom and later on other countries such as Brazil and United States. There are some bands that began this genre such as: Sepultura, Eternal Madness, and Dhulqarnayn, which lasted shortly during their time. It started with a new wave of music that many people were still trying to adapt to. From many bands that began to create their style, only three stood up as real Metal bands: Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, and Deep Purple. Black Sabbath’s darkening lyrics, Led Zeppelin’s rebellious style, and Deep Purple’s poetic lyrics influenced The New Wave of British Heavy Metal. Deep into the genre it can be told that Blues was the main influence towards this new-found genre. Blues was the genre that expressed Black and British people’s decadency in economy, employment, feeding the family, etc. It was the dark ages for those people, and Blues was the only genre of music to express the truth into a strange analogy. Imagine walking in the middle of 7 hells when demons, fallen angels, imps, flare dragons and bats fly and embrace around you while torturing others and you are in the middle, but nothing can harm you while some soothing wind embraces your body from within all that fire. You are in the depths of the world then you listen to the Blues. It was until the early 70’s that this new genre influenced by Blues started to get established and procreate subgenres with singular bands such as Ironmaiden, Misfits, Motorhead, AC/DC, Alice Cooper, and others. In the middle of this decade the Metal Revolution began and created many subgenres from Metal: Heavy (Intense use of guitar tempos with strong drum beats and intense vocals), Thrash (Hardcore Punk influence mixed Heavy and Death with society-philosophy lyrics), Death (Slow distorted instrumental with deep growls and violent lyrics), Doom (Slow tempo instrumental with keyboard and lyrics representing depression), Goth (Requires clean grow accompanied of female vocals and keyboard mixed with mid tempo and dark mood), Power (Fastened strong guitar instrumental with traditional folkloric lyrics), Speed (Fast guitar instrumentals and extreme tempos with self-philosophical lyrics), Avant-Garde (Complicated instrumental with religious kind of lyrics), Viking, Black (Extreme vocal snarls with fast and distorted instrumental), Progressive (Complicated high pitch instrumental with technical complexity lyrics), and Symphonic Metal (Uses orchestrated instrumental with keyboards mixed with high and low extreme guitar and operatic vocals). Some subgenres are now lost sich as Viking, Doom, and Avant-Garde Metal. As we have noticed, Metal has evolved as the decades have passed. The main subgenres that now remain strong as lone-genres by their respective representative bands are Megadeth-Death Metal, Anthrax-Power Metal, Slayer-Progressive Metal, and Metallica-Thrash Metal (Yes I know they all mix their own special genres together with one another, but that is what feels like they are experts at). Metallica was the band that influenced the rest of the bands that started in the 80’s up till our time. Their songs were the very first ones to have more than one subliminal and philosophical message. It was until their album “Master of Puppets” that their songs became deeper into subjects of the human nature, decadency, history, and tendecies. Since the mid 70’s Metal became a representation of many human-like tendencies. The songs’ meanings would have human nature, war and death, feelings of loss, society’s decadency, etc. Metal became a more liberal genre than other musical genres that has affected people’s opinion towards Metal. It was like a revolutionist among monks, it was the outcast in the hollowed dark ages of lies and perfection. That is the whole meaning of Metal, Imperfection.

Many people would call it the music of the devil, others would say that it provokes youngsters onto depression or suicide, and other people would complain about it not being music but only noise. It is understandable that parents will worry when their sons and daughters listen to songs about violence, aggression, politics, and other subjects that are too strong for them to understand until they grow to a more mature age. But they expect Metal to be a magical influence that creates rebels with no cause, it’s not Ferngully you know. In the article “Metal Music and Mental Health in France” the authors Robin Recours, Francois Aussaguel, and Nick Trujillo made a research about how Metal fans are affected by this music. In the end it was shown that these people were never affected negatively by Metal music. Most of the fans loved and were intensified by the music. The results showed that other external characteristics made some people have negative effects while listening to the genre, such as economic stability, education, and employment stability. The study consisted in 282 men and 39 women between ages of 15 and 24 analyzing their reactions in any activity relating Metal music. Their educational and employment level was also written. They were also asked the number of years in the “Metal Culture” and their favorite genres/subgenres. The last that was written down was their physical modifications such as tattoos, piercings, and scars. This investigation proved wrong the false statements about Metal being a musical genre that influences people to become aggressive, masochists, self-alienated, depressed, or suicidal. Just as any other genre, Metal is only a harmless piece of entertainment. The people’s depressing state or suicidal tendencies are provoked by external situations that have nothing to do with Metal music, which were mainly educational background and employment level. It showed how the people with a less stable economic life or an unfinished education were more affected by depression and thoughts of suicide. This strengthens the argument of Metal music being the opposite of a negative influence towards their listeners, as many of the people in the investigation expressed how this music made them feel intensity, joy, strength, energy, etc.

By my own experience I know that Metal music can affect me mentally and physically. When one goes to a concert, the person will feel the flow of adrenaline and endorphins when listening to their favorite band playing its best songs. They can join activities like moshing (An activity involving hitting and smashing), slamming (passed overhead from person to person during a concert), stage diving (leaping from a concert stage onto the crowd below), pongoing (Pushing or smashing into each other, jumping all over the place), and bravehearting (Music pausing as the crowd becomes two sides and as the music starts again they rush against each other pushing and smashing). I remember getting really hurt in these activities back in Mexico, but when I came to a concert in Utah people would help me up if I fell or got hurt. The whole community has grown into a culture in which anyone who wants to join is welcome to do so, and they will enjoy it. The intensity of this music can affect its listeners physically while being in a concert. An example of such effect would be when I went to a concert with sore throat and a little cold. The day after the concert I expected to feel worse, but I was wrong. I felt with more energy than the day before, and my sore throat and weak-feeling was gone. I was cured only by listening to Metal music in a concert. Priceless.

When people who don’t listen Metal music start to listen and not liking it, then the effects will be very different compared to fans of this genre. “In the article Effects of Listening to Heavy Metal on College Women” written by Gregory Schwab, had a study on the reactions on women who were not very fond to Metal. They made these women to hear two songs with silent moments before the songs began and after they ended. Their reactions were to call this music loud noise or aggressive music. Any other Metal fan would’ve disliked their reactions, but I understand them. For me Mexican music is a disgusting noise, and I am not very fond of it nor do I listen to it often. These women were in the same situation, they didn’t listen to Metal often and they didn’t even like it. The majority of these women’s reactions were to feel headaches, intolerance towards the songs, and some muscle contraction due to the intensity of the songs.

It would be all right if it wasn’t by the bands and songs Schwab used (I keep laughing at his last name, I apologize). They used “Superior” by Extol, and “Feed on The Weak” by Mortal Treason. The bands were not the most creative ones Metal fans have heard (I have listened to them too, and I did not like them that much). The best three choices of bands and songs for this study  would’ve been “Master of Puppets” by Metallica, “Fear of The Dark” by Ironmaiden, and “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne. The reactions of these women would’ve changed slightly, but at least it would’ve been a different outcome if they’re shown the best of the best. The reason to choose these musicians is that they have developed a deep knowledge of their music and have stayed healthy after more than 30 years of playing Metal. They have a vast variety of soft, intense, and philosophical songs, and can stimulate the mind easily with their music.

Many Metal songs have messages for the listeners to realize. An example would be “Master of Puppets” by Metallica, which lyrics say “Taste me you will see, more is all you need, dedicated to how I’m killing you.” The entire song is endowed to the way drugs and alcohol affect someone’s life forever, giving the listeners the wisdom to think twice before they would try these substances. Another example from the same band would be “Nothing Else Matters.” As the song says “Never opened myself this way, Life is ours, we live it our way, All these words I don’t just say, and Nothing else matters.” This song’s meaning is about the true bond between friendship and how it’s so strong that they wouldn’t care for what the world did or said, because nothing else matters. Another example would be “St. Anger” by Metallica (Yes I love Metallica, I’ll show others, shut up). The song represents the creation of a psychopath by bullying this person when he or she is very young. The desire of death can be strong, but provoking pain with anger is much more pleasant for a person who has suffered enough to say “Why not?” A song called “Fear of the Dark” by Ironmaiden as the song is self-explanatory. It is the phobia of being alone in the dark and how one’s imagination will consume it to the darkest void of horror. Although, it is a good song to show the superstitious people that there is nothing to fear but your own mind. One more example of a good philosophical Metal song is “Broken” by Surface 2 Air. It is a more actual band, and it has a good meaning of the song. It is a representation of the “Broken” kind of person that has the desire to die, but at the same time wanted to live to fix things. At the same time, this person passes to so much pain that it becomes evil. The entire song is a conflict of the human who is broken mentally, spiritually, physically, and emotionally.

Truth is that Meal music holds very strong lyrics that can help a person to feel better, cope with grief, energize them, and it can leave good messages on the listeners. This music was never a threat to society, and it will never be such thing. Metal has been, and always will be, just another musical entertainment with very positive and educational influence.

Works Cited

Recours, Robin, François Aussaguel, and Nick Trujillo. “Metal Music And Mental Health In France.” Culture, Medicine & Psychiatry 33.3 (2009): 473-488. Academic Search Premier. Web. 4 Nov. 2011.

Freeborn, Robert. “A selective Discography of Scandinavian Heavy Metal Music.” Notes 66.4 (2010): 840-850. Academic Search Premier. EBSCO. Web.

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Gregory D. Schwab, et al. “Effects Of Listening To Heavy Metal Music On College Women: A Pilot Study.” College Student Journal 42.1 (2008): 24-35. Academic Search Premier. Web. 2 Nov. 2011.

One thing that makes me wonder is how in youtube that word is used more times than a horny asian teenager’s sexual experiences. And that is a big comparison. In every video that I see, there is more than 30 comments that say the word “Gay” towards either the video, the youtube commenters, the content of the video, or just the user who uploaded it. I like it better when the criticism has meaning and it’s well explained. Like when  the audio swaps from low to high very often. That is a very specific knock out, and they know how to express it with a very professional comment. In youtube we will find Trolls allover the place, 40% of youtube’s users are trolls being there to just bother people. It is fun for some times, btu there is a limit, and these guys don’t do it just for a fun moment, o no, they do it as a daily hobby. That is a saddening pathetic example of a human being, not even the Phantom of the Opera would feel sorry for them, and he’s deformed. Other people like to just state the obnvious: “Fake” as they go to their respective videos and call it fake, but why do so many people comment uselessly “Fake and gay?” I recall “lame” being an amussing comment, but Fake and Gay? How is this video both? How and why would a video be both fake and gay? Above all the offensive words that come to your mind to you as a youtuber, and from all of those comments that you can put as a list, such as “Ass, shit, stinky hole, whore, ass balls, sucks, fucks, cunt, cocksucker, crap, mother fucker, ass fucker, dog fucker, shit fucker,” and so on. Why from all of those that you could actually mix as one full well developed offenssive word, do you choose to just narrow it down to the word “Gay?” Is there something I am missing? Because I am not getting it. Is it supposed to be funny? Well, sometimes it can be, but rarely; however, this comment is just too childish. I like it whenever they leave a creative or interesting response to the video or in any internet site. What are you gonna do? Just go on the internet and scream “Gay” all over the web? It blows my mind to many levels, and it doesn’t offend me, it just becomes highly annoying. It’s like watching a kid playing at Chuckie Cheese. You start to like the presence of that kid while he plays, and it’s funny; but after a while, that kid becomes just bland to you, and after more playing it just becomes annoying. After some time you really start to hate that kid, and every other kid, and his birthday, and all the creation of birthdays. See what trolls have made me? Now I dislike birthdays, thank you very much trolls.

When people take this word towards another person, it becomes more confusing. Because a person can be actually Gay. What is the point and reason for you to offend someone with the word Gay? It’s just childish and really uncreative. I can come up with much better offensive combinations, but why Gay? Is the person acting like the opposite sex and it’s prejudiced against? Are they just teasing this person as an act of brainless bullying? Do they actually feel, know, or tend to say that the person is homosexual? What is it? Explain people, just explain. When it arrives to this point, it can be really offensive, cuz another person might be actually gay, and you are using this word as a pretext of your desire of bothering someone just because you don’t get enough attention within your dysfunctional family that has scarred you many times physically and psychologically. It just makes us believe that you are worthless, even dog-shit is more interesting to watch. And I hate it when people support this and tend to follow the causer, that makes them even less intelligent and easier to be manipulated. Some people, if they read this, might take this and realize their surroundings. most of our readings are more interesting when we can link to them, and I’d really appreciate it if you’d take your time to observe your surroundings after reading this. Even if I sound stupid as hell, because I actually am. But I digress. Next time you use the word “Gay” just be sure it’s for an important and useful purpose.

Ahora, lo que existe en la Maldad no es de que sea malo o bueno. Incluso heroes pueden sufrir de Maldad. Cuando se ve un anime con un personaje que se deja llevar por su ira depsues de algo bastante doloroso, eso se puede volver una parte de la Maldad. Muchos lo descubren y mejor lo evitan, otros se dejan llevar y sucumben a cosas mas daninas. Muchos se preguntan. Por que existe la maldad? Que lo provoca? Como se forma? A que se debe? La verdad es que existe gracias a otra cosa que nosotros los humanos llegamos a cometer, pasarse de lanza. El peor pecado para un humano es pasarse de lanza. Recuerdan cuando Jesus maldijo esa vinia nomas porque no le dio fruto? Eso fue pasarse de lanza. Recuerdan cuando Hercules mato a Qiron? Eso fue pasarse delanza… y muy gacho, osea hercules nomames, como mataste a Qiron?! En fin, cuando nos pasamos de lanza llegamos a lastimar a otros. Cuando una persona llega a los limites de su resistencia ante el dolor, ya no los sobrepasa, los absorve. En este nivel, el ser humano llega a dominar una fuerza mas tremenda que la que el puede controlar, de forma que en algun momento ya no son dos naturalezas si no se vuelven una sola. La maldad nace de los dolores infundidos en comprimacion de danios y cicatricez emocionales. La Maldad no se puede destruir dentro de un ser humano, todos la tenemos, nadie esta libre. Y no me vengan con madres biblicas porque hasta dios se volvio malvado. Lean la pinche biblia bien de pasta a pasta weyes.

Algo interesante de la Maldad es que es parte de un ciclo triangular infinito. El dolor crea a tal fuerza llamada Maldad, la Maldad llega a ser una fuerza tan fuerte que otra tiene que balancearla, a esa le podemos llamar la justicia, una fuerza vengativa en razonamiento y raozn de detener al portado de Maldad. La justicia llega ser tan fuerte que el portador o los que rodea en algun momento los lastimara con dolores grandiosos. Y con dolor habra mas Maldad. Es como Batman, la mitad de sus villanos son causa de el. La Maldad no es detenible, y no se debe destruir. El universo tiene un balance, un ciclo sin fin, pero al mismo tiempo no se debe detener. Recuerdan esas historias donde el heroe derrota al malo por siempre? Si, no dura el “Viven felicez para siempre.” La justicia tiene su contraparte, La Maldad y ella estan ligados por fuerzas super-humanas. Seran sobrenaturales, pero almismo tiempo son parte de nuestro mundo del sistema de un humano. No hay metodos, no hay razon de. El ser humano fue creado asi. Cuando hablamos de angeles, demonios, y engendros del inframundo. Tenemos los tres del circulo. Los angeles son la justicia, los demonios son la Maldad, y los engendrso de el inframundo, son nuestros dolores. Son las partes de la Naturaleza humana. Todos podemos ser un arma, o una armadura. Pero ambas pueden fundir su metal y transformarse en lo contrario. Como lo dije, es el ciclo metamorphosico del humano. Si llega alguien que aman, que estiman mucho, que ha sufrido por el camino de la Maldad, no l@ juzguen. Todo tiene sus pertenencias. Como dije antes, dolores hay muchos, y la Maldad nos abunda hasta en las venas. Quieran a esa persona, haganle saber que no importa lo que haga sera aceptada y apoyada por ustedes. Su Maldad sera danina, pero almenos no llegara a niveles grandes. Yo preferiria tener de amigo a un Malvado que esta calmado, que a un hipocrita.

Ustedes como yo, somos humanos, y siempre lo seremos. Malvados o bondadosos, solo el tiempo lo dira.

10- Help Is On The Way The Piano Version.

Help Is On The Way (Piano)

This version of the song puts the meaning to a whole nother level, but how does it affect me? Well here it is. As soon as the silence is broken a few survivors from a waging war are still looking for a place to refugee themselves, but the thing is, the enemy forces are following, and there’s nothing they can do but run. Fortunately some of them can fight back, and start to slash and fire against the dark enemy and their weaponry. Blood stains the floor, shadows being crossed by lines of blades cover the children’s eyes, and still a little girl is not giving up the fight. She prays that help will come soon, holding the hand of her mother until they are help. She keeps screaming “Help will come, help will come.” But the battle is too loud for anyone to hear. The floor rumbles with explosions, the flying giants destroy the remaining buildings, the smoke fills the breathing of the runaways, and the flashes of fire splatter the hopes of the children of those fallen warriors. Still the little girl screams those same words. She holds her hands upon the sky and screams with tears on her eyes “Help is on the way, it’s coming.” The enemy sees the easy target, but everyone stays on the way of bullets and slashes to protect the girl and her last hope. One warrior takes her hand and runs with her, suddenly her mother is struck by the enemy. Her scream harrows the wind as she is held back for the warriors to keep on fighting. The smoke is still filling the people’s breath, the bullets smash the flesh and wounds, and the black sky rages with fire reflects. The little girl aims with tears shedding on her eyes to the sky one more time. At the far end of the horizon, the air is cut by a single savior, a winged help to save the remaining survivors. “They came, they came” she screamed with joy and tears, as everyone did too. Finally the air machine came close to them aiming to aboard them, but the enemy struck the machine with cannons and fire. Every last bit of that machine destroyed and turned into smitherins. The last flames were dispersed by the screams of deception from the people that were waiting for that last hope. The warriors fall one by one until none are left, the little girl kneels herself into grief, the survivors one by one get flashed away by the dark enemy, children and women slashed and penetrated by blades, bullets, and fire, and then the girl’s eyes look up to her death callers. The dark enemy glares at her with pity, the silence surrounds the two sides leaving nothing but ashes of blood. The bullet hole aims to the girl as she closes her eyes accepting her last sight of darkness. The bullet is freed as her body is taken by unknown arms. One person in black holds her in his arms, the enemy army stays in a line aiming and screaming in anger, and then they see another army shinning upon them the last spark of the scarlet sun from its day-break. The girl is held as she curls in protection adn the army that came from the dusk is now ready to fight one last time for the last survivor. Her hope doesn’t die, when the help is still on their way.

9- Trinity – Epic Rap Battle of History 9.

Trinity Napoleon vs Napoleon Instrumental

The instrumental of Napoleon vs Napoleon… man does that sound weird. Here comes now. One young man prepares himself against a whole vast group of brutal assassins and warriors. He holds his ground with fear, but overcoming it with the desire of revenge. The wind scares away the tension as both sides take a step. Small steps are taken in relaxation towards each other. They aim their eyes to one another when they take out their blades. They finally face each other. One man against many that are stronger than him, but his determination is greater than their experience. A blade from the assassins is swung, the young warrior avoids it kneeling and cutting the user’s legs, blades, swords, and whips swing across the wind as many fall wounded and the young man stands untouched. He is attacked from the back, suddenly he spins to backfire and strikes the enemy in the heart. The killers surround him in a circle, attacking him at the same time. The dust makes it unsightable, but finally they come out. more warriors have fallen, and the young man is badly wounded on his right. He kneels in pain as the others grin in assumption of their victory. Still, the young warrior holds his ground with might and pride. He looks at the sky with a smile with memories of his past in his mind. He holds tight to his blade, he stretches his legs and arms ready for an attack. The other side comes closer ready to surround him, every single enemy has closed the man’s ground as they prepare for another encounter. They clench and finally run against the young bladder. They can’t touch him, as he dances through the crowd of assassins cutting their extremities and wounding their backs. Slowly the fight goes on with swings of blades and whips, the warrior keeps on killing each and every one of them until they back off. more assassins have fallen down, and the young bladder is now more wounded and tired. His blood covers his clothes with black stains. He breathes heavily as he laughs the pain off. Knowing he will die in this battle he easies his body a little. The others get scared by his eyes. His eyes hold a demonic grudge but a calm aura. Just as if there was no escape from this storm. He holds tight his blade once again, clenches and finally rushes through them. The wind is wided and opened by blade cuts through skin, metal, and ripping clothes. More bodies fill the ground as the young warrior strikes more and more. The swirling and dancing splatters blood allover the sight. Eyes of blackened death fall upon the floor, and the warrior finally attacks the remaining one before the last. He stands face to face as they exchange cuts, wounds and stabs on each other. They are both dying, and they both know they will die killing each other. They both run against each other for a last slash. The wind pierces their wounds, their blood runs through the breeze as they step fastly to the other. Their blades both rise at the same height, they back their arms and finally strike one another through their hearts. They both stand there, holding each other’s weight and there their last breath is consumed by their spark of life gone. The wind cleans the rattle of the fight as the uncountable number of bodies stay on the ground and only the last two dead ones stay against each other like even in the afterlife their battle will go on until the end of times.

8- Cornered – Phoenix Wright Orchestrated.

Cornered Orchestrated

This is my favorite theme of the whole boredom of a game that this is. The story could be a very good detective anime, and I would love to see Godot laser-face the crap of his victims as a prosecutor. Here I go. As the title says, I imagine a cornering situation. Godot screams. “HOLD IT” as the whole room is filled with silence, and suddenly his finger points to the defendant. His laser lines glow in anger as he holds his cup of coffee tightly. He opens his lips to uncover the truth. Who really killed, who framed the culprit, who really has done the unspeakable and though she could run away untouched. Godot smashes his cup of coffee to the table and screams the truth surrounding the room with his voice of outrageous perseverance. He caresses his cup’s top as he laughs when the culprit cries in joy upon the truth uncover and realized. Phoenix agrees with Godot and attacks the defendant with the truth. The defendant tries to escape out of this attack with bluffing, but Godot doesn’t take it. He corners the woman with his evidence, situation theories, and stating that every word that escapes his lips is the pure bloody truth. The defendant is filled with vibrations of tensity. Her skin wet from sweating, her eyes shivering on fear, and her look can’t escape from Godot’s glare to her. That look on his face, firm and strong with such confidence as he just conquered the world. The defendant bobbles her head back to reality and pulls out a gun. “Nobody move.” Everyone stays still and afraid. She walks towards the exit, but there stands Godot. He raises his voice questioning her further and further. He knows there is more to know, and he is not letting her go to jail until every single bit of the truth is taken from her lips. he pressures her with his tension and laser face. He carries his cup of coffee on his hand. She falls to her knees crying in pain from the piercing words of Godot. He screams upon her, asking for the last reality from her truth to escape her lips. The gun is held upon him and still he stays his ground like nothing happens. The pressure was too much, as she finally shoots the gun. Everybody screams going to the ground in fear. Godot stays his ground still. With a huge wound on his shoulder. He still attacks her with his prosecuting words. He corners her mentally. Her body cannot take anymore of his voice or words. She tries to crawl back away from him, and Godot takes small and slow steps to follow her. His face still straight and strong as his walk. He attacks her more and more, his voice piercing her ears and mind. Godot points his finger to her and asks her to unfold the final truth to the world. She holds tight to her hands as she shivers more and more. Godot screams one more time. Finally she screams the last remaining part of the truth, and another thing. His coffee had poison, as she said that she replaced the cream cup with arcenic. Godot Laughs firmly as he drinks one more sip of his coffee saying: “I like my coffee just like my women… Black.” He raises his arm and calls the policemen to take her. Case closed, as he still has that wound and drinks the last sip of coffee while she is taken away. The day was saved thanks to Laser Face Godot.

7- To The Stars – Dragon Heart

To The Stars Dragon Heart

This is a masterpiece as for me, and the music always makes me cry. Oh well, here I go again. A dragon is held down in chains, wounded from torture, pain resides in his heart, and the last breaths are still flowing in his veins. His eyes looking with deception upon the one he gave half his life for long ago. one tear is shed form his golden eye. His strength cannot take it anymore, as he is freed by his fellow mates. But it’s too late. His remaining bursts of life are fading away. His breath gets heavier as his muscles relax more and more. His best friend stays on his side, holding him tight wishing he wouldn’t go. Finally the dragon breathes happily his last breath, enjoying his last moment with the person he most loved, his best friend. His body relaxes coldly as everybody stares at him with sadness. Nobody could save him form this sorrow, and yet he did save them. His body is transforming into fiery sparks and glitter. As everyone cries upon his parting. His best friend kneels down for a last prayer for him to find the heaven he wished for. The fire sparks and ashes swirl around slowly as they follow the wind around them. Finally the friend stands up as the dragon’s voice follows the wind. the fire sparks crawl the wind slowly upon the sky as everyone sees them go slow and calm. The lights go forward higher and higher as they arrive to the highest point, the stars are seen, and they can all see a small golden light among them all. That dragon is among the stars now and how the stars now shine and glitter with him. Finally a super nova smashes them all. the sky becomes dark deeply for a small moment, the friend cries and sobs in pain. Everyone still stares at the sky as they can see how the stars shine golden now. They all shape a dragon, a dragon like no other. The heaven he spoke of has finally open for the dragon. The dragon’s friend holds his face to the sky and cries in joy for his friend finding peace upon the stars. The sky is now filled with sparks of gold and yellow, as the people cry in happiness for the departed dragon. His friend cleans his tears and smiles as he hears the dragon’s roar one last time for a friendship that will never end.

6-The Ecstasy Of Gold – Ennio Morricone

Ecstasy Of Gold STEREO Morricone

Another Masterpiece, this one being a classic so loved that even METALLICA plays this musical piece for most of their concerts. Ennio created this musical piece for the movie “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.” Now let’s see what my head says. with it playing. A man fallen to the bottom of his own hell. He grieves, he cries, he hates, and he scars the walls among him as whips from hell surround him and cover his body. He looks up seeing nothing but blackness filling his hellish hole. He regrets nothing, but at the same time wishes to fix it. There’s no light for him to see his hands once again, but then a small line of light shines on his hand. he looks up again and sees it. He cleanms his tears and aims for that light with his hand. It’s too far away, and he is wrapped in these whips. He tries to rip them, but he is too weak to do it now. He breathes heavily. Once again he looks up and smiles. He then decides on his mind that he is not staying here and is gouing to reach for that light. He preapres his arms and legs and raises his head. Now fights the whips like a monster rips apart every whip that is on his body leaving nothing but smitherins behind. He fights, fights, and fights even more until he can stand on his legs once again. He still fights the whips that try to hold him down from his feet. He growls in passion knowing that once he’s done he’ll be free. he looks the light again and still wants to reach it. He holds his hands up and want to touch it. The hole is now moving as the darkness is coming. Whips and stings are moving  again to hold him down, but yet he is passionate, he smiles and laughs screaming “You want to hold me down my brothers? Well I ain’t staying. I am aiming to the sky!”  He strengthens his muscles, kneels down for a last preparation, he looks up once again and screams. As the whips close his light around him he smashes through them with his bare fists. He bites, slashes with his nails, kicks and punches everything that stand on his way. He crawls up fast as he can, he still fights back. The whips back off from him, and finally he is alone on the wall of the hole that is wet and pulling him again. He stares at the light again. He smiles with a serious thought that glares on his eyes. he desires the light now, he wants to live now. He wants to be one. He crawls up strong against the stream of wet walls. He fights back the whips that still rise and try to pull him down. As his feet and hands hold his ground he still crawls up, more and more, bleeding his hands, fingers, and toes. He is coming closer and closer to the light. His hurt feet are now nothing. He claws his fingernails to the wall for a last rush to the light. Closer and closer he is, and now he pushes himself over the limit. Finally he sees the spark of light that was a small line in front of him. He punches through as he finally gets out of the hellish whole with one jump to freedom.

5- Beethoven’s Funeral March Eroica

Beethoven\’s Funeral March

A classical piece that Beethoven wrote for Napoleon Bonaparte. The sky filling up with clouds, nothing but dark clouds preparing for raindrops. A mere young boy arriving to a public wearing black. He wants to see what is going on, the people crying and shedding in pain. The boy finally makes it out of the black sea to see the truth. His own brother, a hero, a warrior of honor, a paladin, died in front of many inhumanly. The floor now is clashed by drops of rain that darken the sorry eye-sight of the boy. The boy stares at his brother’s body mute. He walks slowly towards the corpse as his legs shake in unacceptable stance to this nightmarish truth. He kneels to the corpse and holds it within his arms. He hugs his dead brother tight not wanting to let him go to the underworld. The blood stains him, but he does not care and keeps holding him in depression. He cries and screams as he rocks back and forth holding his older brother. He screams in pain to the winds wanting to change what has happened, yet the people only stare with sadness as the boy still sheds his tears upon the dead body. He kisses his brother’s forehead admitting that this is sadly the darkest truth. He punches the floor in rage, angry to himself for not being able to save him, for not supporting him, for not being able to help the hero that always protected what was correct. He stares at the corpse’s face in fear to its expression. He stares for a silent moment as he cleans the blood from the brother’s face and closes his eyes as he remembers the times they had together as a family. They were the only ones, alone together but never apart. He holds tight to his hand as he still wants him to hold him, to tell him that everything will be allright, that everything is a really bad nightmare, then he opens his eyes and sees again the cold expression on his brother’s eyes. He screams in tears as he stands up holding himself from more grief. He lays down his own brother’s body and kisses his forehead for one last time as his tears run down from his face to his brother’s. He lights one small flame as the people watch, then he holds the small fire aiming the sky as the rain stops he finally forces a smile looking down again to his brother and drops the small flame onto his brother’s corpse. The fire extinguishes slowly the hero’s corpse as the people in black look in depression. The boy covers his upper side of his face with a hat and stands up straight to salute his brother’s farewell. As the flames take him away the boy stands in honor, still when his cold tears run down to his chin and his mouth twisting wanting to weep away the dark pain he has seen. Finally the people salute too as the sky is now filling up clouds of the smoke from a hero, a hero that will never be forgotten.

4- From Immediate music: Requiem For A Dream, and Fate of The World.

Requiem For A Dream

The Fate Of The World

You may be asking yourself “Why 2 songs?” Well since both are of the same company, orchestra, song writer, and genre, I cannot decide which one is better. But I have to admit I feel as if they both were linked in an episode. Requiem for a dream is sadness, then rebelling against the darkness to rise up against something supernatural while Fate of the unknown is the moment of the final battle when that final blow at the end will decide if this world will perish, rise, succumb, or it will only stay the same. Well let’s move on to Requiem. As a young person (He or she, I use He, but it can be a she) falls down to defeat when the entire army of the companions were slain and turned to dust. His weapons rusting, his will broken, his wish of life faded, his desire to fight destroyed, and his body wounded to the limit. He cannot rise up, he cannot stand up, as the other army with only few remaining warriors who are the strongest and stronger than him, laugh and mock him with ease. He stares at his hands stained with blackness from putrid blood. He smells the scent of dead corpses surrounding him, his tears cleaning the stains on his face, and his sword broken from endless fighting. He stands up weakly, shaking his bones in pain. He finally kneels falling to surrender. The others put away their weapons as if he was nothing, just a mere piece of excrement that no wants. He falls to the ground facing the floor, then he remembers, all the people he loved, all those who fought to the end, all those who died in his name for a better place, to derrocate the one who betrayed them, that one that he needs to destroy and needs to put to sleep. He Tightens his fists as he gets up shaking in pain. The warrior’s armor falls off, he takes off his helmet and bandages as he stares to the backs of the enemies. He bites his lips in anger. The wind gets hot and pressured. A small storm surrounds him as the others look back upon him. He dares not to die alone, he knows his fellows cannot die in vain, he knows his old friend that betrayed the others has to pay, and now he is ready with or without weapons. Wings rip out of his back, black silverish wings and the wind welcomes his steps. As fast as the wind he appears in front of the opponents and slams them to the ground with a single blow. Every other enemy tries to slash him down, but his wings blast off everyone around him. He fights bleeding, he fights as the one he is. Saint Michael the archangel, slaying everyone on his way with his own hands. He flies around them and slashes them. He stands in front of one of the strongest and strikes his skull with a kick. Down is the opponent as he crushes his skull in anger. The elite surrounds him as they jump to fight him. They strike his back as he kneels in pain and yet doesn’t give up. He flaps his wings once more to blow them away from his area. Michael puts one fist on the ground to control his bleeding. He shakes in pain still wanting to get up, and knows he can’t give up now, not now when he is going to die, not now when he knows his old friend has to pay the price and penance, not now that when he’s going to hell he would go alone, no. This time he’s not going alone. He stands up screaming in pain raising his wings expanding them wider than ever shining silver and gold. Feathers blow with the wind blow he emanated, and his eyes glow in scarlet red. His rage is worst than hell. He takes one step to support his weight. The elite gets up and stares at him in rage, but at the same time they shiver on their spines in fear. This is no archangel anymore, who they are facing is the same that killed mercilessly the devil, and now is going to do the same upon this army. Michael takes one sword from the corpses and prepares for another strike, the others don’t dare to close to him. So he walks towards them when the wind opens his way. His power is back, and now he is going to show it. He strikes one, another, as the blood is faded by burning boiling energy coming from his skin. His slashes cut through the wind, the screams of pain, the cries of mercy, and the rain drops of blood. He spins running through the army killing everyone in sight with no false movement. His speed uncatchable, his strength unmatchable, and his power horrifically fearful. The elite tries to face him, but one by one they fall to the ground dead with no soul as Michael’s blade cuts through their own hell. His wings rise him from the ground as he unleashes a blasting force that wipes the remaining soldiers back to the underworld. He rises his sword to the sun as he sees no one is left. His wings guide him through the wind as he flies away towards a high dark tower. Lightning surrounds him as his eyes emanate sparkles of fire from the fury he has. He expands his wings to land. His speed not slowing down, as he blows the roof landing with no false step. He kneels his landing with one knee on the floor, one up, and one hand on the floor as the other has his sword stabbing the floor. He stands up and finally sees eye to eye, face to face his final rival. His old friend, the betrayer, the one who took his family and fellows, Beelzebub.
Now to Fate of the world. As the two rivals hold their swords aiming to each other their eyes shine and their wings expand. Michael screams in agony, as Beelzebub screams in fury. Both following a fate of pain and grudge against the other, and both want to slay the other. They both clench ready to rush to the other. Their wings harden, their eyes stab each other, and their hands tighten their blades. Fast they rush towards each other to the speed of light as they blast each time the clash against each other. They trade punches, kicks, slashes, and energy bursts. The tower collapses as they fly to the high top to fight off like never before. They both rip apart their skin, bones break, feathers rip away, but still they fight as when they started. The walls break as each fist crashed the other’s body. They keep fighting with blood staining their blades and wings. The speed cannot be seen. a storm brews around them as they stay together punching and slashing the other. It becomes a hurricane as they finally throw their weapons and start to attack with no defense whatsoever one another with their bare fists. They brake each other’s bones, they leave their bodies damaged and bleeding as they stop the hurricane flying away from the spot. They finally take a last glare at each other, and now the final blow. They rush towards the other. Michael shining his right hand with one sword for a hand, and Beelzebub with a fierce claw by a hand on his left hand. The wind breaks, the clouds fade away with an explosion, the ground quakes, and the dust blows away as the tower is burst away by the clash of both titans. They pierce one another’s hearts as they keep stabbing again and again, over and over, as they rip their hearts out in rage. Finally they fall to the ground as they become ashes and dusty lights of death. Killing each other, the world has no winner but a stable balance. The archangel demon and the demonic archangel have both died.

3- Fate of The Unknown Kingdom Hearts

Fate Of The Unknown Birth By Sleep

This one is more of a self-liked masterpiece, and this is my sight. Two forces stand facing each other, none is good, none is evil, they just want to achieve something for the good of what they’re fighting for. There is only four on one side, and on the other is one. They stare at the sky and see the mountains around them as they close to the ground. They know they can’t stop this fate, and they know they can’t stop. One side relying on friendship, the other on a lone desire for revenge upon another one that is not present. They pull out their protecting armors as they walk towards each other. Finally they rush. The lonely one attacks with strange forces, he blasts them away as they try to fight through his fierce blows. One of them attacks the loner with strong large weapons, they rattle a little, but he loses the battle as he gets his arms broken. Another one, a small one, tries to face the loner. One on one again, but not for long as another one that is older comes by and fights along with the small against the loner. They fight him, the loner rushes around them punching and kicking, he uses his ax and tries to slash them both as they avoid him and attack him once again. They battle, two forces fighting. Two against one and it’s not enough. As the loner backs away and again blows them away with his strange forces. He goes to higher grounds as the 4th one appears. The most powerful one of them all fights the loner one on one. The battle brakes away mountains, rocks and wind. The loner uses his forces, as the powerful one uses his own power. Both are pretty matched. Finally they land and try to battle it out with their own weapons, the older one comes again to help, but they both end up blown away again by the loner’ force. They rush against him again and battle fiercer than ever. Their weapons get broken as the loner blasts them away once more. He goes high again to finish them as the small tries to attack him on the back, but ends up stabbed on his chest. Finally the small one is falling, and in the wind he is catched by another character. A dark character takes of the small’s mask as he sees it’s a girl. The girl cries and smiles as she draws a heart on the dark one’s chest. He holds her hand and smiles. Then she whispers the meaning of their friendship, as she fades to death he kneels trying to hold his tears. He covers her eyes and finally stands up and aims to the loner. They both rise their weapons. The dark one seems strange, his size grows slightly, scarlet red glows around him as he rushes at high speed towards the loner. The loner blows him away as his forces are repelled. The dust storm gets the vision unclear as the loner tries to fight something he cannot see. Finally he sees the face of who he wants revenge upon, but then he sees something. A monster is holding his face as he sees a beast enraged and worse than he devil.  The dark one unleashes a blow that frees red scarlet sparkles in a flash as everything goes dark.

2- The Dark Empire Zanto Remix

Dark Empire X-Ray Dog Zanto Remix

This is just an epic masterpiece done for pirates of the Caribbean. Though I think this came from God’s I pod. Let’s move on. There he comes, a guy who is mad, he is angry, because they kidnapped everyone he care about. He throws away his guns, because he has something inside. Dark demonic powers from the darkness. Every living mobster holding his gun aiming at him. One doesn’t mess with the embodiment of evil. They shoot, he releases some dark goblins as they attack the mobsters. They keep shooting as bullets pass through some dark liquid wall. Whips come out of the liquid wall as they whip and slash into pieces every one on that place, he rushes through them releasing dark snakes that bite and crush their hearts out of their chests. Everyone in that room ripped apart and blasted away by black holes that pull them and explode them. Everyone slashed away and he is still on the move. Whips destroy bodies and bones as he finally opens a door and stares at the flashes of gun shots when the dark goblins and snakes and whips attack the others. He enters another room filled with assassins, brutal assassins. He stares at their eyes again and again as he releases more whips and stings from him to destroy them all. The room splattered by blood and body parts as Jackie passes through them all. He crushes his enemies without mercy, he takes guns and shoots the ones that stay on the way, and the others are ripped apart. He opens another door and kills more, every door proof of assassination until he opens the one. He sees his best friend held down as he opens his eyes finally. He sees that he can’t control all of his darkness and she is afraid of him. He kneels to the ground fighting withing himself. as smoke emanates from his body, black gooey smoke. He is trying to control it, to fight it, to become himself and not the darkness. Still whips try to slash the room as he still fights screaming within him. The dark goblins come to the room and every other creation from him to join his body. He stands up and frees her as he still tries to walk it off. Assassins appear and he slashes them away with whips and stings. the darkness whispering to him “you are a puppets, do as we command” and him trying to wipe it off from his head. He still tries to protect the ones he saved. He finally can’t take it and kneels to the ground again feeling explosions in his head and thunder. The darkness tries to lure him to complete evil, he doesn’t want to become truly evil. He needs to be dark and powerful, but he doesn’t want to kill like a beast. The darkness tries to lift him to fight off some more, he tries to hold back but the whips and snakes still rip off bones and hearts among the room. He still tries to back off as he shoots on the legs the shooters. He has to stop killing. The darkness enraged pulls him down to the ground as he screams in need. His best friend and others hold him and pull him as the darkness screams in deception. Jackie defeats his own darkness rebelling against this force with the help of friendship. His anger finally fades away and the darkness with all of those demonic powers explode away, but before he can take a step with his friends the darkness deepens inside him deeper than ever so one day Jackie and it can become one once again.

1- Vitality – Zavadskyy Transformers Soundtrack Dark Moon

Vitality Zavadaskyy Transformers 3

This is just a perfect masterpiece. It takes music to a whole nother music, using sound effects, music, background sounds, immediate music verses and the ultimate level of the use of Classical Orchestrated Music. This is just an orgasm transformed into a Symphony, Transformer orgasm. Here I go. As the sun rises, some warriors are fallen and showed by the light of the sun, others are remaining wounded and tired and fallen in shame by the dead ones they couldn’t protect. Far away evil; prevails, it destroys everything in sight, it consumes living things, it becomes the powerful force, they are the winners of this battle. As the warriors see this sorry sight they feel ashamed of not prevailing. Everything they fought for, and now their anger is calmed as they step up, the silence fills the wind as they take small weak steps towards the sun. They feel ashamed for failing, they feel sorry for themselves, they want to feel penance upon them, but then one of them stands up firm saying “We’re not going without a fight” the warriors see their weapons and grab em high in ecstasis, now they take their steps stronger than ever. Their walk possitions tightly stronger and their weapons sharper than before,they walk towards the sun ready for battle. They know they will die for sure in the battle where they are outnumbered, but they know they cannot fall without another clash. They walk firm to the sun until they touch the light. They stare in wonder to the sun and then to the darkness that has fallen upon those lands. They tighten their muscles in preoccupation, they know they cannot win this one with so much darkness and so many of them. But still they hold their weapons. They stare remembering their families, their friends, their dreams, and how they are a family and friends too, they know this time even if darkness prevails today, tomorrow will be a brighter day, and that tomorrow is today. They walk strongly as the ground shakes with their walk and they see the sky to the stars. They hold their sight to the sky and see shinier stars. they know the fallen ones are looking upon them with pride. They finally know they are not alone and that this battle is not for destruction, is to protect the ones we care about and it’s to rise one more time to see the sun one more time. They will never give up and they will prevail. They hold their weapons and smile with confidence to each other, they walk towards the dark spot far away. Every step getting stronger and stronger, and every time they take a a step their soul shines brighter. They are not warriors anymore, for they are now the saints, the paladins that will fight for a better balance. They now take their steps with joy and then you can see their bodies are healed and stronger. Their eyes shinnying with metallic shines, their steps rumbling the ground more and more. The darkness now knows they’ve come, they are alive and they are here to become its worst menace. They walk faster as the darkness harrows in fear when the sun shines on their way towards the darkness. Here is the final battle, the final stage, the final spark of light they will see, and the last time that their eyes will see darkness, for this battle shall bring them to the unknown. The aim their weapons in, the darkness prepares as they walk back and the paladins are finally close. Their eyes meet with he darkness and finally the blow sparks with the feeling of a new dawn.

Well here these are my top 10 musical masterpieces. What I want you to do is to listen to these musical pieces and post your imaginative ideas when you close your eyes and listen to these musical pieces. I am sure my imagination is weird an very different, for I am always taking it to the freakish levels. I bid you farewell and hope you too can create a huge scenario with your own music, try it, enjoy it, and live it. Because sometimes in your life you will be facing a situation in which you are part of these scenarios. Live and enjoy my dear friend.

I hate it even more when they try to shorten their writing.” OMG i no, its like tolly asom, an it looks gud on u” NO and KNOW are two fucking different words. Gud doesn’t even exist in the human language. Asom? JUST FOR 2 LETTERS YOU’LL MESS IT UP? And making U instead of YOU is really lazy for you… wait I forgot tolly. What the pokemon!!!?? Tolly? I imagine one of Polly Pocket’s friends, or from the bratz, or a new Muppet I haven’t heard of. Again I will say IT, omg is freaking stupid. if you actually pronounce the acronyms on their face, they will surely stop writing them. I’m totally serious, people get so traumatized by your outrage that they will stop, or they will delete you from any kind of contacting; anyways, any turn is perfect. Either they get the hell out of my life, or fix their freaking typing. I may sound assy, but I have my limits. Why do I bring it up today? Because my friend just texted me. ISUA. WHAT???!!!!! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???!! Guess what. He made it up. It’s never around. I know it’s a stretch of really small rocks and islands around Greenland, but that’s it. I was expecting Intervals Sewing Unique Antiquities, or Inside Selling United Arms, or Insert Shitty Unnecessary Acronym. It blows my mind, so I asked him in person and he said “It means I’ll See you Around.” THAT DOESN’T NEED AN ACRONYM!!! LET ALONE, WHY???!!! ARE PEOPLE JUST MAKING UP THEIR OWN ACRONYMS ALL OF THE SUDDEN? So I go around and instead of saying “Hi” I say “h” LIKE HHHHHH. Will they understand me? NOOOOO, UNLESS THEY HAVE SUPERNATURAL MIND READING POWERS.

My point is that you can’t just go around acronymizing everything. “Acronimyzing” how is it a verb? ACRONAMIZE THIS FUCKING SENTENCE ON YOUR OWN. Would that be an assignment from an english class? Anyways, Don’t be too lazy to write down what you are trying to say. You may save you some time, and even grow into a better writer. Or you could just be a mother fucking piece of cheeto.

True Blue- Blood Stain Child

(Bass intro)

Coils all of my heart,

Breaking down turning mad,

Never rising from this fall,

Such you murmured so,

Coils all of my heart,

Breaking down turning mad,

Never rising from this fall,

Calling back the truest blue.

(Guitar solo)

I fade within, aimless stare at the stars,

With a puzzle that I’m trying to unveil,

It seems just like I’ll never erase the scars,

Is it truly that I cannot prevail?

I glare at the black, upon the hollow,

With my will of life cast upon a shade,

The clock is stopped, my time is no more,

A night in silence drives me insane.

(Piano begins)

My all coils down,

Turning my surroundings,

Everything turning monochrome,

My all coils down,

Turning my surroundings,

Painful dark light that will never end.

Coils all of my heart,

Breaking down turning mad,

Never rising from this fall,

Such you murmured so,

Coils all of my heart,

Breaking down turning mad,

Never rising from this fall,

My true blue will never fade.

(Guitar solo)

My all coils down,

Turning My surroundings,

Everything turning monochrome,

My all coils down,

Turning my surroundings,

In never ending puzzle.

(Piano slow solo)

I feel lonely, without a trace,

A missing piece, a sky’s astray.

(Bass solo)

Coils all of my heart,

Breaking down turning mad,

Never rising from this fall,

Such you murmured so,

Coils all of my heart,

Breaking down turning mad,

Never rising from this fall,

Can I from the True Blue Break?

(Keyboard piano leading to fading end)

(Bass and guitar synchro)

Try in the room to hold my hand,

You hold me tight and hold my hand,

None in the room can hold my hand,

Cannot True Blue be cast away?

(Hard Battery solo fading to piano ending)

     I can’t believe they made a story that messed up. The first movie had a good ending, that’s it. Don’t fuck it up more than it was. Besides, what is it so interesting about watching a lot of cars just being alive? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE ENTERTAINMENT????!!!! I have to add that I noticed something. They went a little lazy with some characters’ texture. I do not remember the names. See? That’s a big flaw, when you can’t remember the names of the movie you just saw a day before, then it’s a movie that needs more standing. But it’s a KIDS MOVIE FUCKERS!!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS. Oh and let me say that it doesn’t have a fucking strict plot. I hate that. I can’t fucking go on detail cuz I gotta watch it again to review it a 100% acurate. But it pissed me off so much that I had to say it. I had to fucking post it on here. Disney is one of my well idolized companies in my list, but I hate to say this about their movies. They are awesome, but when they just want to press the juice left from a movie, then they will get the sour taste out of it. Let’s admit there are a few ass movies they madel. Gordy, Inspector Gadget, Meet the robinsons, Chicken Little, Tron, etc. The classics are the best ones, but for every number of good movies, let’s say between 6-10, there is always one or two shitty ass movies.

     And I’m not adding the fucking MARVEL movies, because Disney bought MARVEL. WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU THINKING!!!!????? Although “The Amazing Spiderman” looks dark and cool, I hope it turns out to be a good one. THOR sucked, and it made me want to rape someone. Captain America was good. Yes it has a few flaws, but it was worth it. Still, Disney has it’s share of fuckeduptivity. Disney sequels shouldn’t exist. Maybe Toy Story turned out well cuz they put time and effort on it. As well in the Lion King 3. There are some things that show the effort spent in the movie. But if you are too lazy, then why don’t you just throw a fucking piece of shit-cake on our faces?????!!!!!!

    In conclusion, Cars 2 sucked. I still need to analize it a little more, and it deserves a huge crapper. I disliked the fact that it’s a sequel, the music, the texture in some characters, the plot, and the fact that I have to stare at a wh0le fucking army of cars that talk. Fucking retarded. That is all I gotta say. Mephilel… OUT!

El domingo pasado me invitaron mis primos americanos a la iglecia, y de alguna forma me toco dar clase a el grupo de ninios. Que no en los mormones las mujeres son las maestras? Bueno, el caso es que me toco hablar de un tema del cual nunca me familiarise por razones muy poco aceptables ante mis ideas y creencias existenciales. Intente citar la biblia, desafortunadamente de los 5 a los que puse a leer, solo 2 podian leer con entendimiento y claridez. Mis otros 3 lectores eran horribles para leer. Claro, se puede comprender que la edad tiene que ver, pero estos ninios son nuestro futuro, y 2 de ellos me leyeron las citas con tal belleza que me conmoveria. No, no soy religioso, pero doy credito donde se debe dar credito. Los ninios tenian una cara de la cual podria imaginarme un grupo de chavos con expresiones de “QUE CHINGADOS?” Prosegui a utilizar el libro de lecciones canonicas con una historia para ellos. Al leerselas en voz alta no pude contenerme. Fue la mas estupida historia que habia lehido en mi vida. Mucho mas que Twilight, si mucho mas! Los ninios estaban desinterezados, y muchos no comprendian de que hablaba. Me di cuenta que la religion no faya por sus enseniansas, si no porque espera a que sus educandos aprendan reformas y filosofias muy vastas para sus cabezas. No digo que no sean capazes, pero no puedes enseniarle a manejar un avion a un tipo que apenas esta aprendiendo a ir en triciclo; mi punto es, no deben de irse mas aya de lo que los ninios pueden entender. Cerre los libros excepto la biblia. Se que el libro de mormon sirve, pero para mi es una basura para la ensenianza infantil. Me sente inmediato a formular una idea, y entonces me puse a recordar algo que discutia con mi amgipo Mickey. Lo repeti tal y como se lo dije a el, pero dentro de mi mente. “Si Hellboy es el hijo del rey del infierno, entonces por que lucha por el bien, lo correcto, y lo mejor parala sociedad en si? El libre albedrio puede aplicar incluso ante las bestias mas oscuras de la tierra, no importa su prosedencia, naturaleza, o forma. Sus decisiones son lo que lo formaran conforme a sus acciones y razones.”

Me levante con gran estruendo espantando a las ninias que me observaban con intriga. Grite sin pensar. “Eureca, ya chingue paleta.” Claro que los ninios empezaron a reir cuando dije tal frace que no comprendian en espaniol. Uno que otro me entendio por ser hablantes espaniol porque sus padres son hispanos. Me puse a dibujar en el pizarron poniendo un monstruo feo de un lado con lo que parecia una monita, y del otro lado un angel con una lanza con una figura rara bajo de el. Me retire de la vista que bloqueaba el pizarron y prosedi a mi idea que esperaba funcinaria. “Jasmine, dime que vez aqui.” Como lo suponia, Jasmine solo vio a un monstruo comiendoce a una princesa; por que carajos vio una princesa? Bueno, segui con otro punto. “Matt, dime que vez en este otro.” Mathew me dijo esto: “Un angel matando un malo.” Que tierna respuesta, entonces prosegui a lo que creo que despues me llevaria a mi expulsacion de la religion misma, lo cual me da igual. Explique exactamente despues que varios concordaron con solo dos cosas. Del lado izquierdo habia un monstruo y del otro un angel. Tape bajo los dibujos con unos libros unos pequenios textos. Dije que pasara la ninita llamada Elizabeth, la cual era muy morenita curiosamente con su cabello y pelo natural siendo pelirojo naranjisco. Les pregunte a todos: “Este de la izquierda es bueno o es malo?” Todos dijeron que era malo, y dijeron todo lo contrario con el de la derecha. Entonces le dije a Elizabeth que tirara ambos libros. Bajo de el izquierdo escribi “Hellboy,” y bajo del izquierdo escribi “Satan.”

Los ninios quedaron boquiabiertos, y prosegui con mi idea. “Hellboy es un monstruo, pero eso lo hace malo?” Y todos dijeron que era bueno, que peleaba con monstruos, y que tenia pistolas y blah blah blah. Sabemos que cuando hablaron de Satanas dolo dijeron que era el malo y el diablo y que nos tentaba. Prosegui a explicar. “Si Hellboy es el -hijo del diablo- (y lo dije con los dedillos), entonces por que el nos proteje y Satan nos dania? Ahora si les puse ciertas escrituras acerca de mi idea. Asi explique las escrituras y despues prosegui con lo importante. “Dios no puede lastimar a el diablo porque ahun lo ama. Ustedes tienen el “Libre albedrio” para elegir que hacer y que decicion tomar. A ustedes dios los ama, y nunca los dejara nomas porque robaron un lego, o desobedecieron a su mama, que recomiendo siguan obedeciendo o Hellboy los aplastara con un sape; o tambien si se pelean. No porque siempre los va amar tienen que hacer esas cosas y mas, pero mientras mas bien hagan mas seran recompenzados. Lo que elijan sera parte de ustedes, pero nunca crean que dios los va a castigar. Son ustedes los que se haran hombres y mujeres de buen formar. Mientras se portan bien podran tener barbies, transformers, legos, globos, duvalines, pokemons, etc. Nadie es perfecto y nadie es imperfecto. Todos somos solo blah. Ahora ven que no pueden fijarse en que es malo nomas porque es un monstruo, y no porque este bonito es uno de los buenos. Vean la Bella y La Bestia y despues hablamos.”

Despues de eso ya perdi las ganas de enseniar, pero esperaba a que les hubiera quedado el mensaje. Ahun asi me quedo pensando que es verdad. Hellboy es un demonio, y hace lo correcto. El diablo cayo y nunca se kizo alzar. Si existe una fuerza supernatural que nos domina, entonces no puede derrocarnos nomas porque quiere. Nisiquiera un ser supremo puede lastimar sin tener una razon, o talvez hay un senado que vota favo o en contra de lo que suceda.

Mi experiencia es muy corta, dado a que perdi las ideas cuando me fui con mis amigos en medio de escribir esto. Regreso y que veo? Un tema que ni recordaba a que me referia. Ahun asi se que si vemos al bien y el mal solo vemos atras y nankas. Ambos son iguales en ciertos modos, al mismo tiempo no existen, pero sus metodos son los mismos. Lo curioso es que el que queda ganando es el que siempre reclama ser el justiciero. Si no observen todas nuestras guerras historicas.