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Using my stump for balance, and digging the butt of the weapon into my shoulder just right, I could absorb the recoil and control the gun properly. I was no expert, but felt proficient enough to carry out my task. Believe it or not, my biggest struggle with learning to shoot was figuring out hand-eye coordination. Additional clips rested in my jacket’s left pocket. Around my waist I wore a belt of grenades, little pouches fixed to the leather strap to hold the fragile eggs, pins meticulously sewn into the fabric of my jeans. If I was going out, it would be with a bang. My travels during the prior year had taken me all over the world, hunting down a single artifact. Steven Nez of Nebraska had given me a good start, but the item had traveled far…to the Land of Pyramids. That’s where I finally tracked down the weapon that could kill The Old Gods. Getting my hand on such an elusive object was no easy task…I had to pay the right people and break a few laws, but my determination and the McGrath fortune prevailed. I held my walking stick with my right elbow and twisted the ivory head with my left hand, ejecting the eight inch blade from the camouflage of the cane’s body. No one I spoke to knew the origin of the golden dagger. It seemed to predate any human civilization, and perhaps even life itself. I slowly rotated the weapon, watching the light of the moon travel the length of it’s gilded blade. It’s handle was meticulously carved from some kind of bone, giving the thing a look of both majesty and horror. Heaven and hell were colliding in a single object…and I held it in my hand. My initial plan had been to burn the place to the ground. Not knowing what would happen to the innocent ghosts, my late wife included, combined with the feeling that Maddox would be able to extinguish the flames at will, that idea had quickly been rendered obsolete. So during my exhaustive recovery, I began to scour the internet, looking for anything even slightly similar to the events I knew to have occurred at McGrath’s, and then Slappy’s. After all, Maddox had mentioned “his Kind”. It was slow going. For the first month my search turned up nothing. Then it did. I don’t recall exactly what I typed in to query the results I did, but I discovered a small sect, a cult, that worshiped what they called the “Death Patch”…a small area of land in Nebraska. The cult, a piddling group of less than a hundred fanatics, mostly espoused bullshit religious propaganda on their website…end of the world, find your true calling, blah, blah, blah. I wasn’t interested in them. The “Death Patch”, however had my attention. I virtually explored the small, Midwestern city that housed the plot of land, and found that it did indeed have a high number of deaths. Surely enough, the overwhelming majority fell within a certain area of prairie…a section of land that’s had numerous ghost sightings throughout the years. The caveat, though, was that the “record” of deaths were no more than legends, and they were thousands of years old. Outside of the cult, no one truly believed there to be any curse…including the storytellers…a tribe of Native Americans that had called the land home for thousands of years. Nevertheless they told fairy tales of a great behemoth that once roamed the planes, it’s back shelled like a turtle…it’s head like the eye of a tornado, swirling with darkness. Six elephant legs carrying it to the Sacred Ground, where it would consume the very souls of those the tribe would offer it…appeasing it until it again called for a meal. Even the cult considered the great beast mere legend…but it sounded similar enough like Maddox for me to become a quick believer. The myth took a David and Goliath turn, telling of a young boy who was meant to be a sacrifice rejecting his role, and charging headfirst toward the giant beast, drawing a knife and planting it in one of the massive legs, killing the creature. A happy ending. But I could feel that that part of the story was far from the truth. Steven Nez as much as confirmed my suspicion. “You’ve encountered one, haven’t you…” Nez had said somberly as he closed the fabric sheet that served as his faux teepee’s door. “…of course you have. How else would you know about the dagger? Does anyone else know? ” “No one living. ” I’d replied. “My family have been keepers of the truth for countless generations…normally we wouldn’t breathe a word of it to an outsider. You though, may be able to persuade me. ” Nez had then rubbed his thumb and index fingers together in the universal sign of “if the price is right”. Lucky for me that this was the era of greed over honer. I’d paid up another hundred bones, and listened to what he’d had to say. Of course I’d researched the shyster before flying to meet him, and while I normally wouldn’t pay for merely someone’s word, it was true that he was a versed tribe historian. He’d proceeded to tell me a very similar story to the legend, save for the ending, which was more of a group effort, planned by the elders who were sick of losing friends and family to a terrible monster. Surprisingly enough, it WAS a young boy chosen for the killing blow, as all of the adults feared retribution if their plan had failed. The origin of the blade was left shrouded in mystery, as Nez claimed not to know how the tribe had come by it, however it’s fate was revealed. It had been stolen at some point, by early French explorers sometime in the early 1700’s…long after the beast had been destroyed. From America to France, From France to England, From England to South Africa, and finally I journeyed north, to Egypt. The final resting place of a weapon that had killed a god was a shelf in a simple home, an heirloom of a family that had no idea what history the blade held. I tossed the useless cane to the side, coming back from my reminiscing and focusing on the large building across the large parking lot. It was dark, no sign of life, but I knew better than that. I glanced at the watch on my left wrist and read 10:59. It was time. I stood, securing the knife in the pouch on my hip, and slinging the rifle over my shoulder. I knew that Maddox wouldn’t turn the lights on for me, so I slipped my headband on, and checked it’s mounted light. 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She looked cold, protective of herself, and her face was angled down, avoiding eye contact with me. Her orange hair tossed slightly by the weak breeze of the night. “I have to end it, Katie. ” I said, turning to face my late wife. I placed my left hand on the handle of the door, and pressed inward, where I was met with resistance. It was locked. “Did he send you? ” I asked the ghost of the woman I’d married. She nodded. “He said to warn you. Turn back. If not, you’ll be his next meal. ” Katie said, lifting her eyes to mine. “You don’t want to be here, Jack. ” She added. “No. Maddox doesn’t want me here. Because he’s afraid. Maybe for the first time ever. ” I spoke plainly, fishing my keys from my jeans’ left pocket. I’d become quite adept at using my non-dominant hand, and managed to free the golden wedding band from the prison that had kept it since Katie and I had split. I held it out, allowing Katie to see my offering as it dangled between my thumb and index finger. Hesitantly, she uncrossed her arms and extended an open hand. As I released the golden trinket, letting it fall from my hand and out of my life, Katie began to fade away, her hand curling into a fist around the memento. “Good luck. ” She whispered, and smiled solemnly as she blinked out of existence. I turned back to the glass door, Maddox’s first barrier. Bringing my ring of keys up to my face, I clumsily sorted through them, finally landing on the one that Robert McGrath had entrusted to me so long ago. The key that I had stared at for countless hours while I fought internally over what to do. I heard a howling from behind, and threw a look over my shoulder, where I saw the hanged man dangling from the massive tree
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First let me start off by saying that being born and raised in Michigan I've been a casual fan of Alice Cooper almost my entire life just from hearing his classic hits played on the radio and listening to his own radio show, but it wasn't until my early 20s where I decided to venture into more of his music, learn all about his history and influence on the entire music industry and truly be blown away and it wasn't until just these past few weeks that I decided to binge through ALL of his music and that's when I truly became a super fan and decided to get tickets to see him! There are very few musicians that I have as much respect and admiration for as I do for Alice. This man has been pushing boundaries in music for 50 years, he's had a massive influence on everyone from Bowie to the Sex Pistols, The Ramones, Megadeth, Savatage, Avantasia/Tobias Sammet, Marylin Manson, Rob Zombie and even Lady Gaga among countless others. That's not to mention how he can still put on one of the best and most energetic live shows even nowadays in his 70s (From what I've seen in live videos anyways) and even through it all he himself is still one of the nicest and most genuinely down to earth rock-stars ever, just watch any interview with him if you never have and you'll see what I mean. Now onto the ranking! Pretties for You ( #27) I'm really not a big fan of that chaotic psychedelic sound and you can clearly tell the band was still trying to figure out what they wanted to do, no real standout tracks for me here Easy Action ( #26) A bit better and more focused than the debut, but still not much my style, it does have some solid tracks like Mr and Misdemeanor or Still No Air and Beautiful Flyaway is really pretty too. Love It to Death ( #9) Now this is where Alice and company truly started to show off their greatness, a monumental and influential album for '71. I'm Eighteen is an anthem of teenage rebellion for the ages and Ballad of Dwight Fry is super creepy, especially the part where Alice is screaming I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! over and over, you really feel like you're listening to a patient from a mental hospital. I also love the weird experimental Black Ju Ju. Love It to Death is just an all around amazing album Killer (#3) A true masterpiece! Every single song on this is super catchy and fun. Under My Wheels is just a flat out classic and one of the best hard rock songs ever and Be My Lover isn't too far behind it. Desperado does a great job of nailing that spaghetti western vibe, Halo of Flies proves that the Alice Cooper band could've gave King Crimson a run for their money if they decided they wanted to become a prog rock band, just a pure epic suite. Dead Babies is a profound, yet unsettling rocker about child neglection. I could mention all the other tracks too if I wanted, but let's just leave it at the album is;) School's Out (#21) It's not bad, but it's far from great too and coming after the masterpiece that Killer was it seems even more disappointing. That said, School's Out still remains one of his biggest hits and it does deserve the praise. I also really enjoy My Stars, but aside from those the album seems pretty forgettable (And I literally just listened to it last night lol) Muscle of Love ( #22) Basically the same as School's Out, but this album doesn't have the greatness of the title track to prop it up either. My biggest standout would be The Man With the Golden Gun because it reminds me of the James Bond film of the same name Billion Dollar Babies (#5) Damn near as good as Killer! No More Mr Nice Guy gets as much radio play as it does for a reason, another all time rock classic song and my fave on the album, but I Love the Dead is another great song, a song about necrophilia shouldn't be that epic haha. Elected is another song I could never get tired of. This whole album is just tons of fun through and through! Welcome to My Nightmare (#1) Alice's magnum opus and my all time favorite rock album! Gonna try to keep this short because I could type up 5 paragraphs on why this album is perfect. Welcome to My Nightmare is a perfect opener, great Doors like atmosphere and very theatrical, leading into Devil's Food which has VINCENT PRICE doing a huge monologue on it, how could you not love that?! Connecting directly into The Black Widow my fave song on the album, the riff is so catchy and heavy especially for the 70s! Some Folks is still one of Alice's most theatrical tracks to date and could easily be in a musical. Only Women Bleed is one of the most beautiful ballads ever. Oh and the Steven Trilogy is some of the creepiest music ever in both concept and execution. Alice Cooper Goes to Hell ( #8) Not exactly the fitting successor to WtMN, but certainly not as bad as people make seem to be and I love the whole 'Dante's Inferno' type concept. Go to Hell is rocking opening track. My fave Give the Kid a Break has a nice theatrical almost 50s 'doo-wop' style to it and I love the Alice vs (Deeper voice Alice) Devil trade-off verses. Guilty is another great rocker and Wish You Were Here has some Disco like beat with a catchy chorus and a catchier riff. Great album! Lace and Whiskey (#6) Criminally underrated. The concept on this one is far looser than his last two and it's more just a theme based around 40s-50s music and pop culture. The first two songs It's Hot Tonight and Lace and Whiskey are the only two that really follow with the crime noir heavy drinkin PI concept, but they're great songs, memorable main riffs and nice choruses with some stage theatrics. Damned if You Do has almost a Johnny Cash vibe to it and I personally love that. King of the Silver Screen is my fave song on the album, love the references to classic movies and the combination of 'Battle Hymn of the Republic' woven into the song. Also have to give props to Alice for writing the best ABBA song that Abba never wrote, that being (No More) Love At Your Convenience of course. From the Inside (#16) It's a great album and I feel bad for putting it so low, but I just prefer others more. If Lace and Whiskey didn't prove to the world how diverse Alice was as a songwriter being able to mix Country, Rockabilly, Disco, Hard Rock and Broadway theatrics all on one album, this one surely showed it because this is basically an Elton John album with Alice at the helm lol. The Quiet Room is a big standout for me, the lyrics are pretty great, even if a bit disturbing and Serious is another great track and its chorus was probably pretty much an autobiography for Alice at the time. Flush the Fashion (#25) His first real misstep since his Psychedelic days IMO. Clones, Leather Boots and Model Citizen are really the only songs I can ever remember from this album and they're pretty fun songs. It's just not a super memorable album overall to me personally, but at least he got much better at that New Wave style later on Special Forces (#20) As I said, he got better at the New Wave style. Still not great, but overall very solid and nothing I'd skip on the album. My biggest standout tracks on this album are Who Do You Think We Are? which has a bit of a DEVO style to it, Prettiest Cop on the Block and Skeletons in the Closest which are pretty reminiscent of David Bowie all very catchy songs and the lyrics are quite poignant too. Zipper Catches Skin (#24) Only slightly better than Flush the Fashion, but still a pretty meh album. Zorro's Ascent, Tag You're It and Make that Money are the highlights here for me. The album suffers from the same problem as Flush the Fashion and most songs just blend together and it becomes very forgettable. DaDa (#13) The best of all his New Wave albums, it's catchy and creepy at times and the fact Alice doesn't even remember making it due to his black out period makes it even creepier. The first song DaDa could classify as proto-Dungeon Synth IMO. Former Lee Warmer and I Love America are my faves, both being very cinematic, one in a creepy way and the other in a comical way. Enough's Enough is probably the catchiest and one of the only times off hand I can think of that Alice said 'Fuck' in a song lol. Oh I also love Scarlet and Sheba with its very exotic instrumentation. Very happy to see this album has a nice cult following online, it's great! Constrictor (#15) I see a lot of hate for this one and I personally love it. There are a few unmemorable tracks to be sure, but overall it's a fun album. Teenage Frankenstein is better than Feed My Frankenstein don't @ me. He's Back is also a huge standout. Simple Disobedience and The World Needs Guts are both just pure 80s aggression, very catchy songs with great rebellious lyrics. Raise Your Fist and Yell (#2) Yeah you read that right. Easily my 2nd fave after WtMN. I'm unapologetic when it comes to my love of 80s glam metal and this is just one of the best album to ever be written in that style as far as I'm concerned. It's a perfect slab of catchy 80s aggressiveness. Freedom is the ultimate 80s rebellion anthem, Lock Me Up is ridiculously cheesy from the intro of Robert Englund naming off Alice's crimes and asking him how he pleads to Alice proudly sneering "GUILTY" and then Englund 's over-the-top laugh, always gets a smile on my face, plus the chorus is infectious. Give the Radio Back, Prince of Darkness and Time to Kill are also big standouts, but the best has to be Roses on White Lace which combined that creepy 70s horror aesthetic Alice was known for with the catchy 80s glam sound. Trash (#19) This is his weakest of the glam era, I don't get the praise for it over the others. Some great standouts like House of Fire or This Maniac's In Love With You and I admit the singles Poison and Bed of Nails are fun songs too, but then it has some of his WORST songs like I'm Your Gun or Trash it's such a mixed bag of an album for me Hey Stoopid (#11) The second best of his glam era and with an all star guest musician list like Steve Vai, Joe Satriani and Vinnie Moore you'd have to try to make a bad album,
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