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<blockquote data-quote="Lieutenant Dann" data-source="post: 28815780" data-attributes="member: 570491"><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Monster Man 2003*</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- [...police discovered the body of a man murdered inside his motor home. No details were released. Police would only comment that it was a grisly scene inside the camper trailer. KTML has unsubstantiated reports that the body was decapitated. Satanic ritual is suspected as indicated by the large pentagram drawn in the field, apparently with the vehicle's wheels...] That's the motor home where we stole the gas.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- I know. Oh man, this whole trip is turning into a nightmare.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/LcQzd6Y.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Welcome friend. I'm so glad you could be here with us tonight.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Go to hell.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- I already did. And that's why I'm here with you today. Actually, I have my sister here to thank, too. You're probably wondering why we've brought you here. See, brother Bob was driving his truck around, blasting his music, acting all macho while offloading. But he was basically drunk on his own testosterone. Anyhows, brother Bob doesn't see me taking a leak over near the creek, he done clean runs me over. But he doesn't notice the tree up ahead. Next thing brother Bob knows, he's flying through the windshield. Brother Bob survived, though. And my sister was able to sew him back together. I was a different story. Luckily, Sister's studying witchcraft. She starts praying to the devil, and praise Satan 'cause I done rise from the dead. But there's a catch. For me to stay alive, our lord Lucifer needs a sacrifice. So every full moon, brother Bob must go out and run someone down, just like he did me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- That explains the guy he mowed down behind the motel.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- You catch on quick, boy. Anyways, once brother Bob has done his work, sister does what she does. Chanting and drawing her pentagrams. Anyhows, the life energy of that poor soul that brother Bob flattened, goes and restores me. I was not a pretty picture. The bones in my arms and legs were shattered, lost an eye, too. I was nothing but a rag doll, really. Until sister started experimenting sewing other people's arms and legs onto me. Well, we couldn't just kill peoples and take their limbs, no. No, we discovered we had to let them live if we wanted my new arm or leg to take. But it's too bad we couldn't borrow a torso that would work. Always turned into a bloody goddamn mess. That's where you come in. Sister found a new book of spells and such. She found I could have me a whole new body if it were prepared right.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Prepared right?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Yeah. This devil's manual she came by explains that with the right rituals and the correct dark ceremonies prior to slicing and dicing and hitching and stitching, we wouldn't have the problems we've had before attaching a torso to me.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/6tQTCRM.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- We needed someone pliable. Someone easy to prepare. And that you were. Step one, we needed a body to voluntarily step inside a pentagram with a decapitated body. Phase two, we needed you to sleep with road kill. Item three and four came easy. She needed to taste your blood, and take your virginity. Four times just to be sure.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- What was the last thing? I had to eat the dead?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Almost last thing. The final step in preparing you was simple. You had to be scared to death. I think brother Bob did a fine job of doing that. I want to thank you for letting me have your beautiful body, young man.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">*</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Written and directed by </span></span><a href="https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=Michael+Davis+filmography" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Michael Davis</span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"> (Shoot 'Em Up 2007)</span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><a href="https://yts.unblockit.click/torrent/download/39B09137E7C2744F43796DA4282514C50B8DF8CA" target="_blank"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/2kJSoUS.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lieutenant Dann, post: 28815780, member: 570491"] [FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4]Monster Man 2003* - [...police discovered the body of a man murdered inside his motor home. No details were released. Police would only comment that it was a grisly scene inside the camper trailer. KTML has unsubstantiated reports that the body was decapitated. Satanic ritual is suspected as indicated by the large pentagram drawn in the field, apparently with the vehicle's wheels...] That's the motor home where we stole the gas. - I know. Oh man, this whole trip is turning into a nightmare. [IMG]https://i.imgur.com/LcQzd6Y.jpg[/IMG] - Welcome friend. I'm so glad you could be here with us tonight. - Go to hell. - I already did. And that's why I'm here with you today. Actually, I have my sister here to thank, too. You're probably wondering why we've brought you here. See, brother Bob was driving his truck around, blasting his music, acting all macho while offloading. But he was basically drunk on his own testosterone. Anyhows, brother Bob doesn't see me taking a leak over near the creek, he done clean runs me over. But he doesn't notice the tree up ahead. Next thing brother Bob knows, he's flying through the windshield. Brother Bob survived, though. And my sister was able to sew him back together. I was a different story. Luckily, Sister's studying witchcraft. She starts praying to the devil, and praise Satan 'cause I done rise from the dead. But there's a catch. For me to stay alive, our lord Lucifer needs a sacrifice. So every full moon, brother Bob must go out and run someone down, just like he did me. - That explains the guy he mowed down behind the motel. - You catch on quick, boy. Anyways, once brother Bob has done his work, sister does what she does. Chanting and drawing her pentagrams. Anyhows, the life energy of that poor soul that brother Bob flattened, goes and restores me. I was not a pretty picture. The bones in my arms and legs were shattered, lost an eye, too. I was nothing but a rag doll, really. Until sister started experimenting sewing other people's arms and legs onto me. Well, we couldn't just kill peoples and take their limbs, no. No, we discovered we had to let them live if we wanted my new arm or leg to take. But it's too bad we couldn't borrow a torso that would work. Always turned into a bloody goddamn mess. That's where you come in. Sister found a new book of spells and such. She found I could have me a whole new body if it were prepared right. - Prepared right? - Yeah. This devil's manual she came by explains that with the right rituals and the correct dark ceremonies prior to slicing and dicing and hitching and stitching, we wouldn't have the problems we've had before attaching a torso to me. [IMG]https://i.imgur.com/6tQTCRM.jpg[/IMG] - We needed someone pliable. Someone easy to prepare. And that you were. Step one, we needed a body to voluntarily step inside a pentagram with a decapitated body. Phase two, we needed you to sleep with road kill. Item three and four came easy. She needed to taste your blood, and take your virginity. Four times just to be sure. - What was the last thing? I had to eat the dead? - Almost last thing. The final step in preparing you was simple. You had to be scared to death. I think brother Bob did a fine job of doing that. I want to thank you for letting me have your beautiful body, young man. * Written and directed by [/SIZE][/FONT][URL='https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=Michael+Davis+filmography'][FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4]Michael Davis[/SIZE][/FONT][/URL][FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4] (Shoot 'Em Up 2007)[/SIZE][/FONT] [CENTER][FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4][URL='https://yts.unblockit.click/torrent/download/39B09137E7C2744F43796DA4282514C50B8DF8CA'][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/2kJSoUS.png[/IMG][/URL][/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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