Werewolves of Deadwood: May 2012…

“Motherfucker, do you not know about the werewolves of Deadwood? You got to be fucking kidding me. These are the most savage, the most ruthless, the most cunning. These are not those that are of Europe that has been cowering in the shadows the last few centuries in isolation. No fucking way, these wolves are all together like a new species of the darkest plague upon the vampire coven and it seems you went way out of your way in bringing this blood lusting vengeful wrath of god upon not just you, but all of us!”

Darius Phelps

“It is understood that some ancient curse has been released and brought into fruition by a shaman, a druid of the most darkest force in Lycan history has surfaced through the incarnation or the resurrection into a living wolf and with it, he brings this back to his pack in Deadwood from the Southwestern United States – A long forgotten strength that will make the Lycans in the Black Hills ten times more vehemently vicious and stronger than any other species of its kind. I pity the children of the night and the lords of shadows. The heavens will tremble and the angels shudder at the evils and bloodshed that befall the vampire covens throughout this region for I fear that nothing will stop them until every last vampire is turned to dust.”

Avon Lassure

“First it was some sort of mythical Indian legend that was later suppressed by the white man that came into the Dakotas, that drove out, slaughtered the Sioux who were visited upon them, their own sins for their evils upon the innocents who roamed the Black Hills. Cave drawings showed of such creatures known to the indigenous people as changelings, shape-shifters, and creatures of the night swayed by the full moon. No one believed this, most thought it was some mythological religion or spiritual babble of an ignorant mind. Some thought with the lust for gold that brought these creatures in with the white man, some say it was the vampire horde that brought them in to guard over them. Whatever the story, the fact is, these creatures have been here before the birth of America and now with the blood feud escalated, now man and beast will both suffer for it.”

Geoff Tate

“I told them that I would be back…”

Connelly Pettimore

Coming May 2012

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Merry Christmas 2011 From the Douginator Online Magazine!

Picture of Rob Zombie donated as a gift from Annette Vecellio

Well it’s that time of year again where people are in a frantic to buy their loved ones some sort of useless bullshit and the ones who really score is Corporate America, you know, the fucking 1% running the entire show.

Okay, that sounds a little glib…

Anyways, it’s Christmas 2011 and some, you know, the ass-packing idiots of the Gloom-And-Doom Committee that wants you to buy their latest book and believe that the end of the world is coming soon. Oh yes, and they are selling this hubris as this should be the last Christmas that mankind will ever see since the last day on earth should be, what is the date?

Oh yeah, December 21, 2012.

Fuck you too!

Come December 22, 2012 all these motherfuckers that has been saying this shit, selling their books, and other bullshit should be held feet to the fire, sort of speak. I mean anyone who makes these claims and those especially selling, thus making a killing should be shot the fuck dead – Graveyard dead!

It seems that every decade comes up with some sort of peril propagated by these ass-clowns as if we don’t have enough horsehit to preoccupy our overburdened minds already. In 2000, just eleven years ago, it was suppose to be the demise of our world-wide computer systems that would cause the collapse of a better phrase, the fall of our civilization and as to the every-astoundingly-hypocritical Christian community and their Iron-Age superstitions, the fucking “Rapture.”

Please…

Christians – Fuck, feed these ass-hats to the Lions!

About the Mayan Calendar:

The Mayan Calendar did end on the date specified, maybe because of their governmental collapse, maybe because they burned up all their natural resources beyond their means. Or maybe, they just got fucking bored with the entire program and said, “Fuck it!”

The Spaniards came and with them some 480 years of slavery, STD’s, Anal Sex, and with it, Christianity. As you can see, it didn’t fair all too fucking well for those Mayans, did it?

Unfortunately, there is a whole hell of a lot of simpletons that are the majority of the world populace though it seems, that believes in these sorts of things – Too many people in fact.

I digress…

Nonetheless, I want to wish all the fans, friends, and readers of the Douginator Online Magazine that has gained and will only continue to gain more fans of my dark twisted writing a wonderful holiday season.

As for me, I will continue to write and post on this wonderfully demented free magazine, that is, until I am on the wrong side of a bullet in an ill-fated Book Signing Event or something…

Again, I would also like to thank each and everyone of you on Twitter that has greatly supported the Douginator and my dark literary endeavors that I have great fun in writing. I sincerely hope that you all have a great Christmas and New Years too.

Douglas S. Taylor

Whispering Pines Sanitarium; Plugged In…

They say most of your brain shuts down when your caged and drugged severely all but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I am still awake and thinking about my escape, formulating a way out and accumulating the furtherance of my own personal death-toll.

The drugs they gave me, the medication was suppose to dull my senses, mix up my mind, confuse me, make me sleep, piss my pants, and make me some kind of dullard. I am on to their games, I know how to fight it off with my mind. After all, my most powerful weapon is my mind and no one can take that away from me while I am yet alive.

I know that I am several floors down in the dampness of my cell confined. I didn’t see anything when they brought me into here – blindfolded.Though I cannot see my surroundings. I can taste the fear from the others and in this, I know I am not alone.

Among other things, I can smell the scent of pines far above me through the concrete, barbed wire, and the various cunts they have on staff here. I can smell the pain, the confusion, and even the paint on the walls. I can practically taste the very color.

Though still bound and blinded, my mouth guarded to prevent me from biting others. I am strapped into a device that they used to haul me down here into this new home of mine, a home that they say that I will never leave only in death. The mere thought of that alone causes a smirk to  arises that I cannot hold back as to this place that they think that can contain me forever.

Fuck them, this is going to be fun…

Coming Soon!

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