John "JD" DeServio is best known for his work as bassist for Black Label Society. He co-produced the new Order of the Black album alongside Zakk Wylde and did the mixing as well. He also has his own band Cycle of Pain, which he formed when he was still a teenager. The track "Do My Work High" of their debut album features Sen Dog of Cypress Hill and Zakk Wylde. It was awarded the High Times "Pot Song of the Year" Doobie Award. John is an avid fan of horror flicks.
Orlando, Florida is being taken over by Zombies and freaks in an ultimate weekend of horrors on October 8-10th 2010. It's a weekend of fun and screams and many surprises. From meeting the original Freddy from Nightmare on Elm Street to being strangled by Jason from Friday the 13th or being vamped by the real Elvira, so many things are happening there on that weekend that there is just no way to do it all. Meeting celebrities is only one of the horrific things that you can do inside those doors. A full list of the events is not available but here is an overview of things that lurk behind those convention doors.
It's 3074 A.D. A prison transport ship carrying some of the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy has crash landed on a remote planet. Only two survived the wreck — one accused of a terrorist bombing of a spaceship and the other a soldier ordered to ensure the accused prisoner stands trial for the crime. . . .
Tyler Mane, though best known as Michael Myers in the Rob Zombie flicks Halloween and Halloween II, is a man of many talents. He has appeared in such films as Joe Dirt (Bondi), X-Men (Sabertooth), The Scorpion King (Barbarian Chieftain), The Devil's Rejects (Rufus), Troy (Ajax), and How To Make A Monster (Hardcore). Mane has also appeared on television shows. He appeared as Dirk for one episode of Monk and surprisingly made an appearance on an episode of Party of Five as Mr. Mayhem. He co-starred in the HBO mini-series Hercules in 2005. Before becoming an actor he was a wrestler on the WCW Wrestling Circuit for over a decade(die hard fans may remember him as “Nitro”). Tyler has recently formed his own production company, Mane Entertainment LLC, which is to specialize in films of the horror thriller genre.
Over the last few years Macabre Cadaver has gone through several transformations. In the beginning we were just a webzine. Then we tried our hands at going into print, which was a complete flop, and only lasted for two print runs. After that, we decided to go back to just publishing online as a journal with no regular schedule and focusing more on non-fiction material. It was boring and nobody was interested. Why? I don’t know. Lack of advertising and publicity? Editorial laziness? Maybe. Perhaps the only people reading stories are those who are writing them . . . and when we stopped accepting submissions and publishing stories we lost all of our readers. God, I hope that isn’t the case, but it seems to be the trend.
SFX: Waves breaking on a shingle beach . . . the harsh clang of hammer and anvil as if in the making of ancient bronze armor for horses. Fade up out of black to what looks like blood dripping from the twisted branches of a solitary oak, gelatin silver with moonlight.
VO: I seek the confederacy of the spirits of magnetic devotion.
Dissolve through the branches to the face of the Woman in soft focus . . .
THE CHANT: Take semen . . . yesterday’s rain and gunpowder . . . Irish whiskey, a velvet ribbon and a live needle spider . . . A lock of her hair and a single pungent, menstrual red rose . . . then build a fire beneath a high water moon.
Wally finally had a story—a story to scare the pants off his friends. Starting tonight, he no longer would be the butt of their jokes, the “piss-pants kid,” and the least important member of the five-buddy clique.
It was Friday night, the thirteenth, and they were again in Ben’s basement rec room. One last sleepover before they had to start high school.
Ben’s house was about the biggest in the county, and his rec room was just the best place for teenage boys to hang out in a small town. The room was long and wide, a pool table at one end, ping-pong table at the other, a stone-lined fireplace in-between. A TV was hooked to a video game player, and Ben always brought down his laptop so they could explore the Internet all they wanted.
“Six feet up is better than six feet under.” This advice, given on the morning that PFC James Moran shipped out for a tour of duty in war-torn Iraq, was given by his father—a veteran of the Vietnam War who’d returned from that conflict without the use of his legs. He’d issued the warning from his wheelchair, his normally stoic face trembling at the unspoken implication that needed no elaboration. “Come back in one piece, Jimmy.”
The soldier paused on the tarmac to glance back at his wheelchair-bound father, delivering a crisp, final salute that exuded confidence. He felt invincible, and his faith was strong. He boarded the plane recalling a memorable line delivered by Father Mulcahy during a sermon he’d attended shortly after receiving his deployment orders: "Be strong, do not fear; your God will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you." As the transport plane moved toward the runway he caught a final glimpse of his father watching the plane pull away, unaware that it was the last time he’d ever see his father alive.
I was contacted by Shane Diablo (aka “Meatwhistle”) of the shock rock metal band DieMonsterDie and asked if I would like to do a review of their latest album, “Fall to Your Knees.” I’d never heard of them before so I took a look at their website and MySpace pages and saw the stage makeup and costumes and listened to the songs and was instantly thinking: “Hell Yeah!” I quickly replied and asked them to send the material over so I could check it out.
Man was I impressed. These guys are good. Not only are they talented musician who produce high quality tunes, but also they put on a bloody and shocking horror show to rival the best in the business. Their costumes are morbid, Gothic, sinister, and downright bloody and that was a plus right off the bat. I love the theatrics of shock rock. The music is the real meat for the grinder here though. If you’ve never heard of this band and you like metal and horror then you should head right over to their website and take a look and listen. You will be pleasantly surprised and horrified at the same time.
"Thanks," she says. "I had a weekend spa. Dad bought it for me, after all the stress."
"And the new job," I say.
"Whew," she says and wipes her hair from her forehead. "Let me tell you about the new job, Alex." And she does. For a half hour. Everything is the same, the same as I remember from the last time she had a new job.