Superhero Murder Mystery Party Rap

Hey guys! I went to a Superhero Murder Mystery party today and we had a few contests during the game. My awesome group (myself as Stingmata, Electra, and The Wisher) won 2 of the 4 contests. Sadly our rap didn’t win though I think it’s pretty damn good. I think we lost cause people couldn’t hear us over the music. Here it is for y’all to read. Enjoy!

Stingmata & Wisher (background): Oh, oh, oh.
Electra: Nerdon was a poor unfortunate soul. Never liked, so sad, a short lived hero unfolded.

Wisher & Electra (background): Oh, oh, oh.
Stingmata: We’re suppose to feel blue but our hearts are filled with coal. Let’s keep the Walking Dead from happening so lets bury him with lead.

Stingmata & Electra (background): Oh, oh, oh.
Wisher: Geek of drama was Nerdon’s game. So lets lay him to rest  in his own bed of shame.

Stingmata, Electra & Wisher: Rest in peace Nerd.

Oh No Sweetheart

This is a scene I’ve had in my head for months. Finally one day when I had no internet I wrote the scene out (even though I had at least two tendinitis’ issues going on – yeah it was a bitch). Hope y’all enjoy!

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“I’m not telling you anything else.”

As the woman tried to walk by, it seemed like she would be free to go – at first. But before she could it past the other woman, a hand shot forward grabbing her by the throat.

“Oh now sweetheart,” Eve murmured.

The grip on Mary’s throat tightened before she was shoved backwards. Mary stumbled tripping over herself as she was moved forcibly.

Mary gasped, the air torn from her lungs as she was slammed into the wall. Spider cracks appeared like a halo in the wall behind her head as pain exploded throughout her body.

The hand on Mary’s throat moved upwards, fingers now grasping and digging into her jaw as the heel of Eve’s hand pressed into her throat. Mary choked as she reached up to grab at the hand that effectively had her pinned by the throat.

Mary’s head was forcibly turned to face Eve.

Totally black eyes with gold irises stared at Mary as a smirk, a cold promising smirk came over Eve’s face.

“We’re just getting started.”

Remy Gutherie – Interrogation

Here’s the third Remy Gutherie story. Enjoy!

I also have a board on pinterest for this story located HERE. Check it out for random bits that may make their way into a future story as well as pictures of Jason Statham the face claim for Remy.

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“Dammit Gutherie!”

Remy stared coolly at the officer. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and now here he was sitting an interrogation room. Who would have ever seen this coming?

Remy sighed, shifting in his seat. The police wanted Remy to spill the beans and give up the name of the guy Remy had been waiting for when they had shown up.

But Remy wasn’t going to do that. First of all, blabbing to the police wouldn’t make anyone want to trust him – except the police and who wanted that? Second of all, as a private investigator the police wouldn’t really believe anything Remy told them. Police always disliked PIs because they thought the PIs were sticking their noses into things that were not their business.

“You’ve got to give me something, Remy,” Officer Jenkins frowned, leaning over the table meeting Remy’s eyes head on.

Remy just cocked his eyebrow, and held up his index finger, signaling to give him a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and took a swallow before sitting his cup down.

The whole time Jenkins just stared at him, watching him, sure that Remy was about to talk.

Remy licked the remnants of his coffee from his lips before shrugging. His lips curled up into a smirk as he gave his answer.

“Nope.”

This was gonna be a long interrogation.

Remy Gutherie – Hero

Here’s the third Remy Gutherie story. Enjoy!

I also have a board on pinterest for this story located HERE. Check it out for random bits that may make their way into a future story as well as pictures of Jason Statham the face claim for Remy.

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Remy Guthrie wasn’t a prince or some dark hero. Maybe he had done some heroic things but that didn’t make him a hero – though a select few may disagree.

He had saved a few lives, found some money and taken down a few bad people but that didn’t make him a hero. But the people who he had helped thought differently.

Mrs. Wilks who he had saved from loan sharks, baked him cakes and dinners every Sunday.

Lily Rhodes whose daughter he had saved from a kidnapper, he was always getting homemade cards and gifts from them.

Hank the mechanic, always kept his car up to date and kept everything running, all because Remy had kept him from going to jail.

Maybe Remy didn’t see himself as a hero but the people he helped, certainly saw him as one.

Remy Gutherie – Stake Out

Here’s the second Remy Gutherie story! Enjoy 🙂

I also have a board on pinterest for this story located HERE. Check it out for random bits that may make their way into a future story as well as pictures of Jason Statham the face claim for Remy.

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Stake outs suck; though they could be exciting. But nine times out of ten, they were really boring. You couldn’t do anything either, in case something happened, so laptop, music, ect were out.

The only thing Remy could do was watch the suspect and drink coffee; lots and lots of coffee. He’s already gone through one thermos and a half and its only 3:10. THREE TEN. Ugh!

He’s been watching the suspect – Ronnie Assante (very lowlife sounding name, huh?), since 5:45, the time he got off at his job over at the warehouse on the corner of 5th and Benjamin.

So far the suspect (he used that term loosely_ had done nothing but made burnt mac and cheese, drunk a few beers and watched ESPN. Remy had a feeling lil’ Ronnie was only a scape goat.

Which meant that the big bad wolf was still out there. And that little red riding hood was still out there somewhere waiting, waiting to be saved.

Time to start hunting.

Remy Gutherie – New Case

Hey guys! Long time no post, huh? Sorry it’s taken me so long to find my way back here but hopefully I’ll be back to making somewhat regular posts. To start that off here’s the first story for my collection of Remy Gutherie Stories. I wrote this one quite a while ago (at least a year and half ago) and only three other stories have followed so far though I have many ideas for the collection.

I also have a board on pinterest for this story located HERE. Check it out for random bits that may make their way into a future story as well as pictures of Jason Statham the face claim for Remy.

I’ll post the next 3 stories shortly plus perhaps a few other things. Enjoy!

Summary: Remy Guthrie is a Private I by day, a bodyguard (for hire; he wasn’t free) and a (reformed!) criminal. Life isn’t exactly easy for him.

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There are three things Remy Guthrie knew for sure.

One – People lie; more than you thought and not as often as you would think.
Two – People are never what they seem.
Three – The world is dangerous.

Those three rules were important when you were a police officer, a private I, a bodyguard and a criminal. Remy was three of those things. A private I by day, a bodyguard (for hire; he wasn’t free) and a (reformed!) criminal. Obviously he wasn’t very trusted in this town.

Being a criminal meant that he wasn’t trusted by law enforcement; being a reformed criminal meant that the underground criminal world didn’t know if they could trust him, if he was trying pull off a gig or if he was giving tips and snitching to the police, and the police did try to have him snitch on things; which all in all got his ass kicked by both sides of the field.

Being a reformed criminal, bodyguard and P.I wasn’t easy. When people found out, well… Would you trust him?

Remy ran his hand over his head, taking his eyes off of the window across the street to grab his pack of cigarettes off his desk. Fishing his lighter out of his pocket, he lit the cancer stick and tossed the lighter onto the desk, watching it skip across it before settling next to his long grown cold coffee. Remy inhaled deeply, looking back to the window that had been dark for way too long.

Grabbing the cigarette and pulling it out of his mouth, Remy exhaled a few puffs of smoke. Clasping his mouth around the cigarette again and crossing his arms across his chest, Remy leaned against his dark cherry wood desk.

Remy kept his stance relaxed, reaching a hand down to his hip as he heard the slight squeak of his door being opened. Looking over his shoulder as his hand grasped the cool metal of his Colt M1911 pistol.

Turning around, Remy gave the young woman a glance over; Remy took in her features committing them to memory.

With amber red hair in a choppy hairstyle and green eyes hidden behind glasses, she had a nice face; cute even.

Remy watched her, tilt her head to the right and make her own assessment of him, wondering if she could trust him. A soft timid smile raced her lips.

“Those things will kill you, y’know?”

It seemed that he had a new case.

There was a notebook next to her. It was almost falling in between the seat and the bus itself. Curious Cathy as she was called couldn’t help herself. She picked up the notebook, glancing around to see if anyone was watching her. She was just seeing if anyone’s name was in the book, honest!  …So maybe shed take a peek at what’s written inside it, but who could blame her? Cathy opened the notebook.

Right in the middle of the first page, there were five sentences that chilled Cathy to the bone.

I see you. I’m looking at you right now. Which one am I? Find me within
ten seconds and I’ll spare your life. Better hurry.

Cathy’s hands started to shake. “It has to be a joke, right?” she mumbled as she hurriedly started flipping through the pages but all of them were blank. Cathy started looking around frantically even as her mind tried to logically say that the notebook was a joke. She started to stand up, tightly gripping the seat in front of her.

How much time had passed? It had to be more than 10 seconds, right? It had to be mo-

Cathy’s eyes met the bus driver’s eyes. He was looking back at her… Her mouth started to open but –

Suddenly there was a loud popping and crunching sound. There was the smell of sulfur and gas. There was a tremendous hike in heat. Suddenly…

And then darkness.

Prompt: Write something using these words: ghostly, edged, murmurs, poltergeist and silken.

Written: 2/21/14

Enjoy!

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Things had been strange the last few months. Murmurs from voices not there, things moving or getting broken when no one had touched them, weird noises, terrifying nightmares and more. The idea that it all was coming from a poltergeist was an especially terrifying thought. Black shadows moved with swift grace; darting in and out of eye sight. The ghostly images in photographs taunted and teased. Who are – were they? Or what are they? The silken curtains waved with no wind to guide them. All to make sure no one forgot the boy in the photograph in that old sharp edged frame.

I became the person I am because of who I’ve been. To change that would change who I am. My past may not be the best or the happiest but if I had not gone through it, then I wouldn’t be me, I wouldn’t be who I am now.

-Me

After a friend commented ‘I wouldn’t ask for more hate’ in response to this picture I shared on facebook, I replied back with,

” If someone hates me for doing things to make myself happy, to better my own life or just trying to live my life the way I want, then why should I care? Should I change myself, my life just to make them feel better? No way. There’s a list of things they can do because I don’t care what they think. If you’re hating someone it’s either because you’re jealous of them or they have severely done you wrong.”

I then start to discuss it with my friend J. The above quote is just a little bit of the things I said and it struck me, so I decided to share it.

The Beast of Bladenboro

Hey guys! Long time no post, huh? Sorry about that but things have been crazy on my end. Hope everyone had a great holiday and New Years!

This is the article I did for my school’s newspaper. Please go HERE to check out our newspaper and to like my article and share it! It’d be really awesome to get some likes and shares on my article! Thank you to everyone who checks it out and a HUGE  thank you and hug to everyone who likes and shares!

Okay, now onto my article. Hope you guys like it!

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Cryptozoology (from Greek κρυπτός, kryptos, “hidden” + zoology; literally, “study of hidden animals”) is a pseudoscience involving the search for animals whose existence has not been proven. This includes looking for living examples of animals that are considered extinct, such as dinosaurs or the thylacine (Tasmanian Tiger); animals whose existence lacks physical evidence but appears in myths, legends, or are reported, such as Bigfoot and Chupacabra; and wild animals dramatically outside their normal geographic ranges, such as a kangaroo on the beaches of the Caribbean. The animals cryptozoologists study are often referred to as cryptids, a term coined by John Wall in 1983.

Cryptozoology is not a recognized branch of zoology or a discipline of science. It is an example of pseudoscience because it relies heavily upon anecdotal evidence, stories, and alleged sightings.

After reading that, would you be surprised to hear that North Carolina has it’s own cryptid? The cryptid that calls North Carolina home is the Beast of Bladenboro – sounds like a late night horror movie, huh? But the beast is real, according to those who have witnessed it.

The Beast of Bladenboro is the name of  the creature responsible for a string of animal deaths across Bladenboro in 1953-1954 and then again 2007, when the creature returned after forty-three years. Though when the beast returned, he was attacking animals in Boliva, Greensboro, and Lexington. There is also speculation that the creature may have returned earlier this year.

The animals that have been linked to this beast all have one thing in common; their blood has been drained. Most have had their skulls crushed, some obviously struggled with their attacker while others seem to have been killed before they realized they were being attacked. A few even had a limb or two ripped from their bodies.

But what is this beast? According to eyewitnesses accounts the beast is an animal about four and half to five feet long, furry, resembling a panther, but with canine and bear like characteristics as well. The tracks of the beast were rather strange and unusual, but generally seemed to resemble something from the feline family. However, no one could identify the beast for sure. It wasn’t a dog, bear nor a cat. So what was it?

The Beast of Bladenboro was first reported on the 9th of December in 1953 by a local farmer who reported a large, cat-like creature had attacked one of his dogs and dragged it into the underbrush.On New Year’s Eve two more dog carcasses, reportedly completely drained of blood, were found. The next day, two more dogs were attacked. Something was attacking animals and whatever it was, it was striking fear into the hearts of the townspeople.

Women and children stayed locked up in doors, especially after dark, while men dared not walk outside without firearms. Big game hunters from around the country traveled to Bladenboro in hopes of catching the beast.

Everything came to a stop when a bobcat had been caught in a trap before being put out of it’s misery by a hunter. The mayor W.G. Fussell proclaimed the hunt for the beast was over. They had caught the killer. But had they really? The bobcat was a nice size (when held up by it’s front paws, it barely came to the mayor’s waist) but could a forty pound bobcat kill a hundred-twenty pound dog with no struggle and crush it’s jaw?

Either way, it seemed the beast had the last laugh. The bobcat wasn’t even cold in the ground before a hog was attacked and linked with the beast.

That was the last beast attack for forty-three years (at least, the last one reported). Some speculated that it was all a hoax. Some became sure of that fact because Mayor Woodrow Fussell, who operated the town theater, went to Charlotte, North Carolina on January 6 to book the film “The Big Cat” for a day. Leaflets published by the theater proclaimed “Now you can see the ‘Cat.’ We’ve got him on our screen! And in Technicolor too! ‘The Big Cat.’ All day Saturday, Jan 9.” Could it all have been a hoax? Well, in an interview Fussell said that he believed the creature to be a hoax, even though he was the one who called the Wilmington newspapers about the dead dogs. He found the manner of their deaths strange, and said that “a little publicity never hurts a town.” What he didn’t anticipate however, was how far the Wilmington Morning Star, The Wilmington News, and other newspapers would take the story.

So was it a hoax? Many seemed to think so or at least wanted to believe that. Forty-three years went by with the thought of it all being a hoax or that if it had been real, then surely the creature had to be dead by then. Whatever creature that had went around killing dogs, goats, hogs and small cows in the most unusual way – breaking their jaws, crushing their heads flat and sucking the blood from their bodies, according to local newspaper reports, had to be dead.

Except the creature returned in 2007.

Over a six month period beginning in September of 2007, more than fifty pets and livestock animals were killed in a similar manner along a 200 mile path from Bolivia, NC to Greensboro, NC. Similar attacks on dogs and goats had been reported in North Carolina along a 200 mile track including the towns of Greensboro, Lexington, Bladenboro, and Bolivia.

In Lexington, sixty goats were found with their blood drained and their heads crushed. Thirty miles away in Greensboro, another farmer lost his goats in the same way. The creature was back, bringing fear with it.

In Bolivia, a man named William Robinson lost his pit bull, RayRay to the creature. RayRay was one of ten dogs slaughtered in a two week period in this area. Because he had small children, Robinson took his dog down a dirt road to bury it away from his house. The next morning, Robinson found that the carcass of RayRay had been dug up and dragged back to the backyard of his house, right back to the spot where RayRay had been killed. Robinson also found unidentified tracks in his backyard. These tracks were about 4 ½ inches in diameter and did not display prominent claw marks.

Another Bolivia resident, Leon Williams, lost his two year old pit bull in a similar attack. Four days after the attack on Robinson’s dog, Williams found his 120 pound pit bull named Coco had been slaughtered. Coco was found savaged with a large part of her shoulder missing and with little signs of defending itself in an attack.

In Lexington, North Carolina, there have been similar attacks on goats that remain unexplained. The goats all appear to have been killed quickly and silently with the carcasses uneaten for some unexplained reason.  Bolivia resident, Glenda Floyd, reports finding several of her goat killed with their throats ripped open. In Greensboro, Billy Yow found four of his goats killed in a similar manner without the bodies being eaten.

The History channel’s show, MonsterQuest investigated the beast in 2008. They went over pictures of tracks, they set up trap cameras in the woods, exhumed Leon Williams’s dog for an autopsy, and they also did a beast vocalization investigation (people that had reported hearing the beast, listened to animal sounds without knowing what animals they were to see if they recognized any of the sounds). But nothing certain was determined, though the show concluded that a cougar was behind the attacks. The problem is that cougars have been extinct throughout North Carolina for at one-hundred years and the closet cougar population is in Florida. But it is worthy to note that during the beast vocalization investigation, that out of all the creatures Leon Williams listened to, he recognizes a tiger as the sound he heard when his dog, Coco, had been killed. Glenda Floyd didn’t recognize any of the sounds but was sure that it had been a feline that she had heard when her goats had been killed.

What was this creature? The explanation from the 53-54 killings, that has been used for the 2007 killings was that it was a bobcat, which are the only large wildcats in North Carolina. But could a forty or so pound bobcat kill dogs that were hundred-twenty pounds and more? Another explanation could be that someone bought a wild animal and it escaped or it was released into the wild. If that’s the case, it’s easy to figure out why no one would come forward with this information, but then why haven’t we found anything? Could someone have had a wild animal in 53-54 or could a wild cat have bred with a local animal? While possible, it seems a bit unlikely. The most popular explanation is that cougars have made their return to North Carolina. If they have, then they are a likely candidate for the being the beast.

Whatever it was, it seems to have returned yet again, earlier this year. On June 15th, Bladenboro, NC resident Misty Turner and her son Tyler contacted local police after something visited their farm in the dead of night, killing three of their horses and a large Bull Mastiff dog. Misty’s son, Tyler, found the horses after the barking dog had alerted the family to the fact that something was skulking around the property. The dog continued to bark for quite some time, obsessed with the dense wooded area alongside the farm.

Arriving police and veterinarians were shocked to discover that the horses had died from very deep puncture wounds to the neck. Even more shocking was that it seemed that the purpose of the marks was to allow the blood to be drained from the animals. The horses were also reported to have been wet with sweat, almost as if they had been running hard to avoid whatever was chasing them down.

The following evening, much to the Turner’s dismay, their dog was also killed in the exact same fashion, with two puncture marks to the neck, found with its blood drained. Misty claims to have seen the thing that had killed her animals as it was running from the lifeless body of her pet. Her description of the creature matched the same eyewitness reports of the beast reported in 1953.

The Beast of Bladenboro has certainly left it’s mark. According to witnesses and trackers it was (or is) likely a wildcat, but the uncertain nature of its identity lends itself to cryptozoology. The beast may be a mystery that will never be solved.