The Matrix: The Path of Genocyde

Remember several months ago when I spoke of the game called Enter The Matrix? Well, after beating it with Ghost only to find that it's end was a trailer to The Matrix: Revolutions, I felt sort of bereft.

When Misty's Christmas gift for me arrived, I felt as though my insomnia problem was solved. And it was...most definitely so. I opened the package to find The Matrix: Path of Neo inside. It was just a terrible thing that I had to work and would not be able to install and play the game until I returned home. Once I did get home, I popped it into the system and prayed it would work.

Needless to say, I'm back to kicking Agent ass moreso now than ever. With Enter The Matrix, you may master the moves of Ghost or Naiobe but the problem is, you don't get to do Neo's Superman thing. Well, Ghost and Naiobe can take a backseat because this game is totally interactive. Sure, you can relive the movies to a degree but why do that? Especially if you're anything like me and you didn't like how those movies ended with Neo getting blinded, Trinity getting whacked and Neo offering himself as a sacrifice for saving Zion. If you had left it to me, Neo would have thoroughly brought forth The Holy Zion Smackdown on that dude that Smith infected. No blind shit. Neo would have whacked his ass right then and there because if Smith was trying to scare him, hell, there's nothing terrifying about a dead motherfucker. Second, ok, fine, wreck the Logos all you like but Trinity and Neo would have fucking lived. They'd probably never return to Zion after saving it but that's what would have made it awesome for The Matrix Online. You might just end up catching up to the two lovebirds in some sparring construct. Then again...if they ended up in the '70s Porn Construct...leave them alone.

Ok, back to the game. If you take the blue pill at the first of the game, you wake up at the desk with that numbshit alarm clock going off. Yay. Welcome to your bland ass life, Mr. Anderson but if you take the red pill, fight like all hell. Why? Because fighting in the elevator lobby is where you fend off waves of police, security guards (and surprise, surprise...they're better shots. Not by much...but they're better), SWAT, Soldier types, Agents and the more of these morons you pulverize, the more stuff you start the game out with.

After that, it's on to your dull life at the software place in your cube farm. Natch, you're getting a call from Morpheus and yes, you still have to do the escaping thing. Now, past a certain point, you can fight like hell to evade cops, agents, etc or you can opt to accept capture which I did simply because I was sick to death of having to restart that level when one of the agents would manage to snatch me up. Not even really into the game yet and already I have a record. Scenes from the movie are spliced up to recap the story and to bring you up to speed. Accept capture, you still end up free from the Matrix. If you manage to fight past them all, you get more shit to use...and you still end up free from the Matrix. Doesn't this game already reek of Destiny now?

Next are the training simulations. Successfully complete them as instructed and you get all kinda bonuses. The training simulations are nothing like the movie. You actually do square off in a dojo with Morpheus but I actually spent most of my time knocking the black off his bald ass. Yeah, this white boy can jump, bitch! Cowboy Curtis, eat your Jackie Chan Wannabe Heart out.

After kicking his ass a couple of times, you go to the next level...trying to reach the hardline phone before he does in an obstacle race. He kicked my ass at that, hands down but not before I knocked him to the point where he looks like a bald Michael Jackson.

Then, it's on to the actual missions. The first is the Oracle, but it isn't the meeting that's interesting, it's what happens after that. You have to find what they call "The Wetwall"...that's the wall where all the pipes are so you can escape out the sewer. Get past that and it's straight to rescuing Morpheus. Fight through the police of all types at the lobby, into the elevator, up the shaft, on the rooftop where Agents appear (oh joy!) and then, into the chopper to otherwise start shooting up shit with the chaingun. After Morpheus' successful rescue, guess what...yep...time to beat the green outta that cheap suit Hugo Weaving is wearing. First thing you gotta do is beat him until he falls off the platform and, if you time it right, the train will hit him but, just like the movie, he gets out when the next train pulls in. Resilient fucker, ain't he?

Now what happens next is something that WASN'T in any of the movies except by mention. Remember when they talked about Ghosts? Well you end up on sort of a ghost train. What it is is some corrupted coding and you momentarily disappear...the operator aboard the Nebuchadnezzar can't find you. Why? You're on a ghost train? When you get off it's an all-out ass haul to the nearest "hardline" which is where you pick up a ringing phone and make your exit. Still, going only SLIGHTLY true to film, you still get to kill Agent Smith and beat the holy codepiss out of his two cheap-suited, cheesy-shaded, McDonald's-earpiece-wearin cohorts. For the game, they've upped the ante by letting YOU choose Neo's Path. Does he become The One who saves Zion from ultimate destruction at the hands of the Machines or does he just stay Thomas Anderson? Well...I like the former, really so let's move on.

Now, as the levels progress, depending on how well you do, you get all kinda nifty abilities, principles, upgrades, etc. So as you progress, you kick more ass. By the time it gets to where the first movie ends and moves on to the second installment, then you're obviously decked out...shades and all and you get to choose from six different missions where you defend others who are slowly beginning to free themselves but aren't quite sure what the hell is going on. This game, so far has been an all-out slugfest and talk about wrecking shit...oh yeah, you can throw Agents into damaged electronics which will "kill" them, beat down entire SWAT teams like they stole your shades, utterly humiliate gun-toting soldiers who don't think your kung-fu will amount to jack shit and, the best part, save the lives and minds of others all while being hailed as something of a deity. Sounds like my kinda gig.

Now, I could do the whole thing quietly and slowly slip them through the grasp of the authorities but what fun is that? Uh-uh, Keanu...we ain't going down Neo's Path. It's gonna be loud, noisy, bloody and with much havoc, destruction and....pain....lots of pain and screaming and blood, guts, fingers and toes WOOOOOOOOO!

This is the Path of Genocyde.

Damien Cross Interviews Lord Genocyde

I've often wondered if me and my alter-ego were one and the same. As I found out, very rudely, we are not. I have since decided to embark upon the surreal trip of interviewing my alter-ego and presenting it to you, completely uncensored.

His Name is Lord Genocyde. He is the self-proclaimed Host, Main Event, Showstopper, Lord and Emporer of The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 and boasts one of the most eclectic music collections among those of his peers.

This is what transpired...

Based On Actual Events

Damien Cross: Lord Genocyde, glad you could do this and let me post it. Maybe we'll finally clear a little air for once.

Lord Genocyde: Yeah, right, whatever. Look, let's get one thing straight sport. There's no fuckin' air to clear ok? Nobody gets an explanation. I don't owe a goddamned thing to a goddamned soul unless they hopped onboard to toss something into the mix and when those people have, I owe them a lot and I'll continue fuckin' givin' where it's due. There have been plenty who've stood in my way...still are. Don't worry your fuckin' bald-ass head...they'll never know why they'll have thier asses blasted back at them. I find it's pretty convenient to forget but they don't get that luxury when they fuck with me.

DC: Ok, it's apparent you're pretty ruffled about something. Why don't we address that? Who pisses you off.

LG: They know goddamned good and well who they are. If they don't have any idea it's because they don't have any sense of honor or responsibility. Look, when something I do fucks over someone else, hey, they not only get an apology of utmost sincerety but they get whatever else I can offer them. I do my fuckin best to make amends on anything I've done but when it's some cowardly fucktard who uses their selective amnesia, they just get steamrolled and humiliated. There's no secret to me. I don't hold a fuckin thing back and I know the number one thing that always helps put shit into perspective.

DC: And what's that?

LG: That some run nothing...not one single goddamned thing other than their mouths. Some people, and I'll spare them a shred of dignity by just saying this, are living examples that post-birth abortions should be made legal fuckin procedures.

DC: Ok, with that out of the way, let's move onto some other things like, what makes Lord Genocyde tick?

LG: Well, Lord Genocyde feels like this. If it's fun and appeals to my hedonism, I'm going to fuckin rip in and go for it. The only rule I have is Never At The Expense of Others. I don't go around just straight up jackin someone unless they deserve it. Truth is, I like to just do off-the-wall shit for no other reason than just to do it. It's a value that most others have lost. They just don't have fun anymore.

DC: How so?

LG: Yuppie fuckin schmucks keep putting the damn kibosh on it, you retard! Look around! For fuck's sake, it's like looking at all these asshats getting all twisted up over Nativity scenes this time of year. I'm not much on them but the reason I don't go off my goddamn chain about it is the fact that I just don't care what others are doing. I don't give two fucks. I'm doing other shit that's far more important to me and nothing less. While I'm busy doing that, when do I have time to come around, fucking you off because of shit that's your business?

DC: Just recently you took a four-week leave of absence from Krush Network.

LG: Fuckin A Right!

DC: But why did you do that?

LG: Look, kid, what you don't understand is I have shit to do. A lot of what I do can be taxing on your damn body and mind if you just let me constantly run riot each and every time I wanted to. Truth is, shit, even I need to rest sometime. I've got ideas that have never been instituted because of some teenage bilgecrapping shitweasel just camping all my time. Adulation, while being a fuckin awesome thing at times is a cross that I bear and hey, gotta put it down sometime or collapse under the weight. I've had options I've needed to weigh lately. I can accept that four months of work got flushed down the shitter and commitments that I've made are STILL left unfulfilled but when I saw that it's pretty much unnoticed, I thought it best that I walk away from the bullshit for awhile. Let's face it, there's a whole lotta backbiting going on that I don't want any part of and I'd rather just deal with my own shit for now and then worry about all the other stuff later.

DC: You've been a huge proponent of the station itself. You used to show a lot of support, why did that start to wane?

LG: At first, I was handling everything myself. I set up all interviews and promo...it was all more low-tech then and it's not really gotten high-tech in the past year but anyway, I was doing it all and business hadn't picked up yet. When I tried to show support for other DJs. When I tried for the unity that others blabbed so much about, I was accused of being coerced into doing shit. That pissed me off. I blasted off on them about that. Never a single apology for the accusations which had me in a fury and, of course, work wasted. Got appreciation from those I supported and that, to me was enough to show me who had the nuts but no apologies, just excuses. I don't do excuses. I did them when I didn't know any better on Hear The Pulse but now, there are no acceptable excuses. Everyone on that station started out with my full respect but now, I know where I stand there and if someone feels like I'm upstaging them they need to just do their damned shows better. Some that I've tried to help, they've just done nothing but run their mouths. Then they wonder why I don't tell them much or do anything at all for them.

DC: Can you describe one of those instances?

LG: Sure, let's go back about almost a year. Bara and Pet, they had this awesome morning show called London's Kalling. I still listen to them. Even though they play country and some really off the wall shit I don't dig, I still listen to them. They have a helluva show. Well, something happened with them and they ended up being let go. I'll try to keep this as short as possible. I decided to pop on and punk their fans to stir up a little fan support. As it was starting to work, I was really wrapping my brain around it. I thought, Hey! This could be the start of something awesome! but leave it to one person to start the ball rolling. A third party came in and destroyed it all. Then, there were people on the forums at Krush saying that Bara and Pet pushed me to do it. Now, let's get one thing straight. Lord Genocyde don't do what Lord Genocyde don't wanna do. YOU don't change that. Fuckin' NO one does...ever. Now, that's the spot I was in. I felt like hell but naturally, hey, yanno a little help might have been nice but I got excuses, excuses, excuses and a load of bullshit. When you hear people say Lord Genocyde sides with the underdog, it's not bullshit. LK (London's Kalling) must have moved from station to station before they finally came back. My respect for a lot of people on Krush was shaken. I knew the DJ unity bit was a lot of lip service with no action to back it up. Sadly, with a lot of the DJs I've met over the years, there's a scant few that still believe in it and work toward it.

DC: The Three-Day Impyrial Death March was partially a move toward that, wasn't it?

LG: Oh yeah and that was another huge thing that showed me who was still left in the DJ unity army. These days, I focus on my own show, those who support it and the smooth running of it all. When my show runs smoothly, then the station gets that. I put the name on some things like banners and whatnot, that's the station support. Bottom Line is...the show must run smoothly even if we don't get the big interview or we get the big break so that's where the focus now lies.

DC: What are some shows you like?

LG: London's Kalling and VM Underground...big time. Those two shows are a real asset to internet radio. They have it all, personality, they're entertaining and even though the music's incidental, they just goddamn rule. Mongo's Blues Show rules because I dig the blues. Great beer-drinkin music and he's got that mellow vibe that I need sometimes. Doc's show is alright. Reminds me a lot of 106.1FM which is my favorite rock station. Difference is, he actually has some shit that isn't played on traditional FM. Cru...well...Disciples of Rock is cool because Cru is so laughable and that's what makes it entertaining. He has great tunes and he's always humiliating himself for the entertainment of his people. That's an admirable quality in a DJ. Zeph's show has a lotta damn music that I love...the dark shit and I know her and her hubby, Lycan (of The Lycan's Den) and they're good people. Lycan's show has some pretty awesome rock and what you hear is pretty much what you get. No bullshit. I like that. Then again, this names just a few.

DC: Where does the line between you and me end?

LG: Fucked if I know. That's anyone's guess. That's all I really have to say. No further comments. I gotta jet. I got an interview with Asylum Magazine to do.

*End of Interview*

Got The Feeling We Missed Something?

Ok, I know this will make the second fuckin thing I've posted but I'm pissed off and I feel it's for a damned good reason.

Has anyone seen this shit yet? I didn't even know they made a Left Behind Video Game until I saw this.

I won't go into detail on it because I think you can read the damn article but, look, I just recently "went back home" and what do I find when I get there? The same PMRC-Ass-Kissing bunch has gone way more flaky than when I left. Look, every religion out there feels picked on. The pagans have their flakes screaming shit about The Burning Times, The Muslims have their extremists radical fringes, The Satanists in Norway are torching churches and desecrating graves claiming it's a revenge thing...Ok, look...get the fuck over it.

Now, ready to be sick? Check out The Discusion on This Crap. Ok, so let me get this straight. Let's make sure I'm perfectly clear on this fuckin' subject. Christians had a book series. Left Behind was a gnarly series and I have to admit that I read it over two years ago. Took me four months but I got those books read and not only were they involving but they were really intense. Who got offended? The Catholics over being portrayed as the basis for the One-World Religion. I grew up Catholic. Didn't piss me off. It's a book. It's not written in stone and inked in blood that the Catholics are going to go that way. Just chill out and quit taking yourselves so seriously. This series was a best-seller, prompting Left Behind: The Kids and a movie series of the same name. Spoiler Alert: By the third movie...it really gets away from the books while remaining heavy-handed and preachy. Trust me on this, I own all three.

So now, we have a mainstream media game on the shelves and they...want...it...pulled. They're bitching about it? Waitaminute! When did I hire these idiots to speak for me!?

I didn't even know the game was in the damned works until I read in this article that it's on the shelves! Many video gaming magazines haven't given it a good rating for fuck's sake! ReLAX! It's going to be ok, you know why?

IT'S A FUCKING VIDEO GAME! Calm down, it's when your kid starts really getting into the works of Hitler and Stalin that you need to worry. If they start looking into Gene Simmons...panic. Ok, that's all you have to do now...panic and hope some government alphabet agency is going to step in and do your Nazi dirty work.

Ok, now granted, I'm not a gamer. In fact, I might have played three PC games in the entire time I've had this computer but I'm so tempted to check this game out to see if it follows the movies to any capacity. Why? I dig the series and how fucking taut the suspense was. It was like watching Prison Break and I don't see anyone bitching about that show.

Now, I think it's time that everyone heard this so gather 'round and let Lord Genocyde let you in on a little secret. It's so simple. In fact, it will break your heart to hear it in all it's simplicity.

GROW UP, GET A JOB, GET A DOG, GET A LIFE BUT, WHATEVER YOU DO, FOR FUCK'S SAKE IT'S A GODDAMNED VIDEO GAME!!! It's not something that's lurking in your closet waiting to take your children and I understand that you're worried about what it could teach them but that's what your fucking parenting skills were made for. If you're too goddamned lazy to sit down and teach them right from wrong, you shouldn't be breeding.

Next, you athiests need to severely fuck off. You piss and moan about your rights being violated whenever the fuckin subject is touched on well, let me ask you this, and I hope you've stopped to consider it.

Did you know I'm going to say a prayer in your presence? Did you know there isn't one fucking piece of enforceable legislation that can stop me? Did you ever really wake up long enough from your stupid self-deluded existence to think that maybe, just possibly, someone wishing you a Merry CHRISTMAS meant well? Oh, piss and moan, did I just step on your toes by mentioning that? Well guess what, I did it anyway. Know why? Because I mean well. I did it, it's over and I'll be on my way. If God doesn't exist, it won't piss you off.

You piss and moan about your rights being violated but you're quick to impose your own shit on others whether they like it or not. Separation of Church and State? Yeah, I'm all for it! One thing you forgot, though. It's only to keep a Church of America from forming! Yeah! No shit, look it up. Piss and moan some more and someone get me a damn violin!

Granted I know people worry. I know these days, people get scared easily but if you want to know any more of my views on it, just check out page three of the discussion forum on that thing and I guarantee you that should make it clear.

I think by the time this Rapture shindig goes down, a lot of people are gonna get left behind because they spent so much time worried about video games, music, movies or the way some emo kid is dressed. That might be a helluva thing to watch though. It would be like The Ultimate Cosmic Gag Reel.

A Universe Inside A Mind

There are days where work feels like another grind. It's been that way lately. The one thing I hate about the particular places they put me is I'm restless in those dorms. They're set up like what you might see in the movie Full Metal Jacket but the bathrooms are open rather than secluded and they're about half the size if not maybe a quarter. Not a whole lot of room to move in there.

Not much to do for that matter. The whole night consists of just walking around the dorm making sure it's clean, orderly, quiet and none of the usual bunch of 56 or more are acting up. Of course, there are the searches which no one likes, least of all myself. If you find nothing, the upper echelons begin viewing you through the perception of you're not doing it right. The guy's entire bed area could look like a category 7 shitstorm happened to it and they'll still look at you sideways, stupid and crazy if you didn't find anything. If you happen to find something, then the paper flies. You're almost literally buried in mounds of it and it's another addition to the endless tedium that is your life in there. In my six years of working there, I've never found any drugs or anything that could really be construed as weaponry. Most of what I've found has consisted of tapes that were homemade, rubberbands, breadties, stuff to fix radios, things to alter them, porn...hell, name it. Yeah, most of it, I wouldn't even need to do paperwork on it but there's always a catch. I know you're probably wondering about the tapes. Ok, here goes nothing.

Where I work, the rule is that all tapes have to be ordered through the mail and they must be clean versions...no explicit lyrics. Now, I know damned good and well that Acid Bath's two albums are chock-full of some rather explicit stuff but, since they bear no parental advisory, I can't take them. Some supervisors will let me but most won't. I just don't bother with it these days. What's the point, really? There's nothing in it that poses a threat to security and nothing to outright be disrespectful to authority and since most supervisors really could give a rat's ass, I just leave them alone. The homemade tapes are different. That's a sneak tactic to circumvent what's put into place. Believe me when I say that those fuckers get damn sneaky with them too.

I'll never forget one particular bust I'd made. Granted, the guy had 12 tapes (the max allowance) but he also had lots of religious tapes. There's really no rule regarding those types of tapes and, believe me when I say this, they looked legit as can be. A cadet had taught me something months before and I used the lesson I'd learned from him. I was looking at the tapes when, just on a hunch, I popped one into his walkman and put the headphone to my ear. Now, I'm not big on evangelical ministries via cassette or CD but I have to wonder how many preachers out there claim they're "gonna smoke dat nigga around da muh-fuggin' conah." No lie. I popped in one right after the other and they thumped and banged and sounded off some pretty foul stuff and I think I heard some gunshots here and there. He knew he was busted and now, his move...

"You can't do that!" he ranted.

"I just did," I said, "You know damn good and well you are not supposed to have this. Where did you get it?"

I'm only in the middle of this one when suddenly, he finds himself unable to maintain his composure.

"Fuck you!" He blurted out, "I ain't tellin you jack shit! Get the fuckin' captain and get the hell away from my shit!"

Now, originally, I was actually going to let him keep them in exchange for a name as to who had made them for him or where he'd gotten them. Simple enough and fair, I figured but he had to piss me off. If it's one thing I had learned a long time ago it's that when you have the right to remain silent it has to be reinforced with the ability to do so. If he had remained quiet and simply waited, he probably wouldn't have seen the cellblock that night with a contraband AND a defiance charge as well as an aggravated disobedience staining his record for stating, "I ain't got to do a goddamn thing. You're a kid and I'm a grown fuckin man! Respect your fuckin elders, kid! I'm tellin' you to get the hell away from my shit."

And all I told him to do was, verbatim, "Calm down and have a seat while I finish this up."

Sad thing is, he was at least twice my age. I wonder about these kind of things. What causes a person to literally end up so bitter and so arrogant all at once? And worse yet, at that age when most of your life has been spent in and out, back and forth. I look at that sort of thing in stark awe. It's nights spent in the dorms that keeps me wondering and reflecting back on these particular times. Sometimes, I thank God that I'm not working a women's prison. Had the same situation happened in there, I probably would have gotten my ass kicked.

No no no no no, don't start laughing yet, don't get ahead of me here. Stay with me.

Picture it: Same scenario but with a female. She's PMSing hardcore and blowing up like she's going to get an Oscar, an Emmy and an Academy Award all in the same night. Me? I burst into tears laughing and then she flies. I'll probably wake up in stitches and not from laughing.

Let's face it, I'm not trying to be sexist here, I'm just saying that I've seen it happen. A mass of women all get together and, somehow, someway, you sync up. It's like you have some weird atomic chick in Boulder, Colorado who sets you all on the same wave and then BOOM...you're all biologically in unison. Knowing my luck, I'll be getting all the areas who are on their time of the month on a weekly basis, thinking OK already! Who did I piss off this damn time?

Another reason I'd be no good in there...I know me and I don't trust me. Look, if a hostage situation goes down in a place like that, I'm volunteering myself. Know why? Because, chances are, I'm going to have a lot of fun in there. Oh yeah, I'm taking one for the team on a regular basis, believe that.

"Oh, no! Leave her alone! Look at her furrows of worry! Take me instead." *faking a sigh of defeat and broken will*

All you'll hear as I'm being hauled off into a blind somewhere is, "Pleeeeeeeeease don't tell my parents!"

Yeah, not a good idea.

These are the things I think about as I'm pacing back and forth after the lights go out and there's nothing to do. Tonight did prove to be a little more smooth and faster-paced than Friday and Saturday nights. Bear with me, I haven't been to sleep yet. Truth is, I actually calmed down long enough to sit down, focus and concentrate to write all this down. Be damned if I'm not getting a chuckle out of what's simply freely flowing from my conciousness experiencing itself subjectively. Scary in a way, though, that I have no more level of trepidation about that kinda thing.

I've seen the inside of the women's prison here in Louisiana. I have to say this for the place, it looks like a college campus with dual fences and razorwire...that's it. On my way there, I thought, Oh yeah, baby, I'm all good because it's NOTHING like the movies.

That's when I found out God has a really fucked-up sense of humor. Here I was stuck in the middle of hordes of them and they were enough to make me think, And I'm not getting laid outside? Once, my captain commented to one of my coworkers as we discussed the entire fiasco (we both share common ground on this subject) that, "They'll undress you with thier eyes. No shit."

Ok, if all their eyes did was undress him, I got passed around like a joint at a Pink Floyd concert.

About two and a half into the three hours which we were there, I thought, Ok, you know what, if they don't get me out of here within the next hour, I'm as good as fired. I can't count how many of them I'd given the phone number 318-867-5309. I wonder if any of them have caught that little sleight of mind yet. Probably so...it's been well over two years.

I've never forgotten that experience for one reason and one reason only. I later found out that it's a felony to get involved with them. Ok you know what? Not knowing whether any of them had any diseases was just barely enough to keep me thinking about my Star Wars game and how the hell I was going to defeat Lord Desann at that last level when he kept using some really wicked Dark Side shit on me to toss me around like a damn rag doll and none of my Force abilities seemed to have any effect on his purple ass but making it a felony just gave me more than enough reason.

Ending up in jail at this point with some dude asking me, "Was it worth it?" would not result in me responding, "Totally!"

I thought there was a point to this but I can see there's not. If you read this much you must REALLY be fuckin bored.

Hope you at least got a chuckle.

Regenesis: The Year-End Review

It's interesting the things that can happen to someone in a year.

When one set of turbulence ended, another began. It's a journey we all undertake. Year by year, day after day we see times of upheaval and renewal, triumph and agony, sorrow and hope.

This year has been an especially trying one and there's a whole new set of scars to accompany it. I've become accustomed to them, not thinking of them as disfigurations. They're always a constant reminder that there is a story to tell...or maybe just a lesson to remember with not much to tell.

I could go through all those stories again but you've already read them. You've already seen what was on my mind at the time. You've had that conversation with me. No sense in beating a dead horse, is there?

No, I won't summarize this year. I've already written it and there is no need to reiterate at all in the least.

Instead, I think that filling you in on what happened recently. There are some things contained within that aren't going to make a lot of sense. The turbulence should be over but it isn't. I regret to have to tell you that the tale I'll tell will only illustrate the new turbulence against which I stand. That's the thing, isn't it? I still stand. The path I have chosen, I can, for no reason whatsoever deviate. This is the point of return that equates to what mathematicians call Absolute Zero.

Everyone knows that I've taken a few weeks worth of absence from doing internet radio. I need the time. Things have been running at a speed that can only be described as "breakneck" and I'm at the end of my chain with a link about to snap.

Helen (aka "Bunny") and I have parted ways. It has been one of the most painful decisions I have ever had to make. The Idiot Child President's response to people wanting tougher immigration has also translated to even tougher emigration, making it impossible in my current state to be able to relocate to be with her. It was a situation that agonized me for months. Each day only made it more painful. I had tried, mentally, through research and thinking to come up with some route that wouldn't take me ten or more years. At it's end, I was forced into a corner and realized that it wasn't fair to her to continuously wait on me, wasting her life only to have someone who was going to have to start from square one to establish himself to give her the life she deserved. After the split, I wasn't depressed. Contrary to that belief, though faced with my first tangible overwhelming defeat, I was in a fury. I found a new sense of hatred. I hated policymaking, overstuffed, self-serving and arrogant people masquerading as public servants. I had nearly reached for my copy of The Satanic Bible for something, anything that would make a clear and effective message that they had fucked with the wrong inhuman being. I dreamed of showing up in the oval office, a radiant red light emanating from me and total darkness around that, spewing smokelike, snakelike tendrils and just taking on all of the evil in the world within me and then simply unleashing it on them. No mercy asked and damned sure none given. If they wanted mercy...they could take their asses to church. Then, I fell into a deep depression. I questioned it all. What was the point of a relationship lasting two years and well over six months? Her heart was broken and I was behind it.

What the blue FUCK was THAT all about? I'd scream out in my mind. Everything about my big show was a spectacular failure and now, I was faced with this. Still, no answers for any of it. Zero. There was only the darkness to which to crawl back and wait. I have since vowed to make part of my life's mission to expose people like that. You know the type...corrupt. Am I looking to bring them down? No. I will just expose them for what they are...fake-ass frauds who haven't done a fucking thing with their own lives but they want to tell me how I should be running mine. If you happen to be one of these intellectually inept people ...I'm on my way. I WILL find you and I WILL NOT rest until everyone knows what you are.

The show itself was undergoing serious problems. While my executive producer and I spoke at length, the communication between myself and my manager was beginning to experience serious problems. Anyone who has ever listened to the show knows that the format is metal, goth, industrial, horror-punk and talk mixed. Where in the hell did My Chemical Romance fit in? Sure, I liked a few of their songs but I'm not a fan. I rarely play their music. They had been offered an interview and I was notified after the fact. Then I was being begged to play an emo band that didn't fit the format. I told her pass it on to Krash...she'd have better luck. She did and continued begging me until I finally just relented. Four weeks later, I still don't have anything in the way of music to put them on the air. Were these the reasons she is no longer management of the show? No. Fact is, I'm happy she's gotten Scream Queen Entertainment off the ground. That seems to be her niche and Tampa is a fine place for the management of a band or multitude thereof. Now, I'm in charge of it all with Misty helping me where I can't. I can set up the interviews, CD Reviews and all of that good stuff. Misty has been taking the real meat of the work...public relations. So far, with the official MySpace page, we've had a lot of catching up to do. Many bands that needed to be added to that page simply weren't. Sure, we had their banner there but we didn't have the damned band added to the list of friends on the page.

Remember the spectacular failure of the Impyrial Death March? Well the news gets worse. Seems The Four Horsemen of Krush have taken over WorldRock and are planning an "official opening" for the first of the year. Ok, several problems exist here but I'll only name a few.

1. Two of the Four have expressed a problem with how I'm scheduled. Hey, that's how the State of Louisiana has me working...deal with it. One of the two having this problem had sent listeners my way until he didn't like the direction the show took. Soon, those listeners save one was gone and where he used to sing the show's praises to them, now he was talkin trash about it. Not one to reveal his rather childish tactic, he claimed my scheduling was "turning people off." I'm sorry, when do I pull my own listeners? Now, this is where problem 2 comes in.

2. Apparently, Two of the Four have expressed problems in the content. One of the two is the same one who didn't like the direction my show took and pulled the listeners he sent. Most of what appears in my playlist is the digital industrial shit. Hey, that's what's being sent in. We make the same offer to any well-produced and worthwhile band and/or artist. It's those that send in and contribute that get airplay and before they go on my show, I have to like what I'm hearing. I started this show because I knew what I wanted to hear and no one else was doing it. It just so happens others wanted to hear the same thing and that's why they tune in. If I don't care for something, neither will my listeners and if my listeners don't like it they have two options...make requests or go listen to something else. I am still program director. Take the reins or shut up.

3. The show has been stagnating. Since last year, the show surpassed itself (as I'm in competition with me only) by leaps and bounds but it's started to follow a formula. It's begun sitting in a box and I've based this show on not being in a box of conventional norms. There's been a level of complacency there and, in order to get out of it, I need the time that's necessary to figure out what to do next.

4. I've decided to pull the interviews until the show catches onto another established station. We'll be doing them there. I'm sorry about that, people, but there is only so many times I can hear and/or read via IM "Shut the Fuck Up and Play Some Music." or "Remember back when you used to play music?" Ok. Cool. For Krush Network, I can see where they're just not ready for the interviews. I mean, who wants to hear a band interview when you're in the middle of that World of Warcraft game that you've been spending your time on since July of 2005? Once we secure airtime on another station, we'll be resuming interviews but until then, it will be strictly music, shout-outs and me trying to sell you a CD or Six. Krush was started by gamers, for gamers. For now, it's all I have and far be it from me to lose a target audience.

5. Four months of work didn't just come apart at high speed. It seems to have been simply forgotten by the upper echelons. That's cool but I'd rather not hear about it if that's the case.

Due to this, I made the firm resolution that I wasn't asking for the time off, I was going to take it. Frankly, I needed it to work on things behind the scenes a bit to figure out just what, if anything, was going wrong. The solutions have started to present themselves and, so far, things are beginning to look on the up and up. Hang in there and you'll find out more, I'm sure.

Now, I know many of you are wondering just what it was that kept me from reverting back to some Dark Pagan ritual to summon up some malevolent energies to rectify the situation I have at hand. Well, my roots would be about the only really reasonable answer that I have for you.

Recently, while organizing some things, I found a box full of nothing but junk. As I was emptying the cardboard box into a plastic storage container, I found something and realized in a moment that I hadn't truly had an appreciation for my Catholic upbringing. Truth to be told, in the arrogance that was my youth, I had tried escaping religion by going to religion. I picked it out of a pile of junk and had a really wonderful epiphany. Long story short, it was my old crucifix I found (and will you please refrain from the fucking tired "vampires don't wear crucifixes" bit because this one does...deal with it) and I began revisiting my Catholic roots to find that perhaps I had been wrong. I've been wrestling with the thought for months, actually. Finally, all the pieces had fallen into place for me. I found God in a box of junk. What was that about Mysterious Ways again? I think that should be revised to include Mysterious Locations. I've been an ordained minister since October 2nd of 2005 but I've not done a damned thing with it.

Now here's where things become funny because, let's face it, faith is a funny thing. My pen pal Ann and I have been writing back and forth for awhile and, while we're close, we're close on a level that's not a "relationship" level. I'm happy with that. I need the time to cool off and take a breather, really. Besides, she's been one of the first that I've actually decided to which I've put some of my ministry into application...as her spiritual advisor. Oh, that's right, go on, laugh ya ignoramuses! Oh ye of little faith. Seriously, she's in a really dark time. The holidays are upon us, she's having to spend it locked up and that parole board hearing is coming up soon...like within a few months. Will I write to the parole board on her behalf? Damned right, I will. Why? Because, to me, that's the thing I want to do...the right thing. Maybe some disagree and that's fine but I still hang onto that one quote Gandhi had to say which was, "Be the change you want to see in the world." Honestly, I'm sick of the way things are working. I'm sick of the way things have been but I can't change them. I can only change me. You have no idea how hard that is. It's rough and it's nasty at times but that's the choice I've made and I'm staying with it. My mind's made up. There isn't but one temporal creature that can test me and He seems to have died over 2000 years ago. Face one fact and let this one sink into your skulls, there's enough bullshit in the world without me contributing to it. So I think I'll be contributing to something better. You don't have to like it. You don't have to agree with it. Hey, hate me for it and say what you like about me but here are a couple more things to consider. First, I'm used to people's hatred of me. I don't do a lot to help that image and it's best that I don't. People will believe what they want and frankly, I fail to see where that's my problem. Second, there's worlds of difference between what most think they know and what I know. End of that story.

Finally, while I'm on the subject of terrible things, incarceration...you know, shit like that. Has anyone checked out Prison Break yet? I have the entire first season on DVD and I have to say that, after watching it, it's about as real as it gets when it comes to how the culture behind the wire operates. Some elements of the show were pretty farfetched but, for the most part, the show nailed it and not only that but the writing is superb. These guys went all out for making that show and I can't wait to get my claws into season two.

I think I know why we're so nuts over shows like that. We have a serious fetish for nearly every element of that mystery. Some of us pass these places all the time and never really give it a second thought or a glance but most of us...well, if you want to disagree with me, just ask yourself when was the last time you watched The Green Mile, The Shawshank Redemption or one of those old exploitation films?

As a culture, a majority of us sport a chubby for this type of entertainment and the reason for it is simple. None of us know what really goes on in a place like that unless you've been a resident there or you've worked there. That's it. Secondhand information will never count. Trust me when I say this, though. The horror stories you hear at times, about 95% are true. Details tend to become embellished but the base of the story itself is where your focus should be. I initially took the job because I had to get to the bottom of the mystery for myself and I didn't have the nuts to get thrown in as a resident on a semi-permanent basis. Hey, I like being able to do some of the things I do. I'd taken a tour when I was a senior in high school but it's not the same and no news documentary can capture the day-to-day life that you can witness for yourself if you work there. They move the inmates from the areas you'll be touring and they make everything seem so neat, clean and orderly at all times...right down to the procedure. Sadly, it's not always like that. Sometimes, things can't be done by the book. Sometimes, the book doesn't cover a situation and neither do the contingency plans. That's where common sense and using your damn brain works. You have to have attitude as well. You can't walk into a place like that reeking of fear. You'll be eaten alive. Outside the dual fences, the razorwire and all the little buildings that make up the compounds, we all suffer the same intellectual ineptitude in thinking that the movies have nailed it. Nope, wrong again. We tend to think that everyone working a tower is a trained sniper. Uh uh. Point is, those places have a huge understood sign on them that reads Access Denied: Restricted Area to the general public so it has a mystique to it and when our imaginations are left to run wild, we tend to believe some pretty messed up things that may or may not have any application to what sits in front of us.

Anyway, I'm just waiting for that second season. I have to know how this group of sad all fuckers actually stay on the lam.

As for me, you can find me around somewhere but I've needed to unplug and get the hell away from this machine for now. I'm resting and biding my time. Once everything is settled and ready to roll again...you'll definitely know because you'll hear me scream once again.

By the way....have a look at the custom rosary. Cool huh?



Damien Cross
DeQuincy, LA
12/14/06 2:16 a.m.

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The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 12/10/06

12:00am - 3:00am EST


1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:05)

2. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Deepest Symphony - Psycho 101 (3:21)

5. REGENERATOR - ORGANISM (5:15)

6. Mankind is Obsolete - Still Right Here (4:17)

7. Immune System - Scarlet (3:46)


8. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

9. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

10. Dollface - Good Girl Gone Bad (3:33)

11. Nightwish - Ever Dream (4:45)

12. Charlie Drown - Lithium Nephalim (2:58)

13. Ayin Aleph - Butterfly (4:20)


14. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

15. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

16. Under Darkest Skies - A Place Of Fear And No Compromise (6:50)

17. Acid Bath - Tranquilized (4:14)

18. Cradle Of Filth - Her Ghost In the Fog (6:24)

19. Collinwood 13 - Music Box (4:24)

20. Antitrust - Egypt (5:21)


21. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

22. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

23. Collide - Somewhere (6:16)

24. Android Lust - Hole Solution (alternate) (6:34)

25. Descendents Of Cain - The Face Within The Mirror (4:07)

26. Digital Dream - Industrial My Love (4:19)

27. The Gemini Ritual - At Last (4:21)

28. BAD CAMERA - Sustain The Pain (3:45)


29. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

30. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

31. Mongrel - West Memphis Hell (2:14)

32. The Other - In The Dead Of Night (4:06)

33. Frankenstein Drag Queens - Your Mother Sucks Cocks In Hell (2:38)

34. Mister Monster - Over Your Dead Body (4:29)

35. Gasr - New Society (4:40)

36. Andraculoid - Close Your Eyes (3:56)


37. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

38. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

39. DerDRAKOS - Lust For Chaos (6:15)

40. things outside the skin - Spice Up Your Life: Slice Up Your Wife Mix by Hypoid (4:32)

41. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

42. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)