Illustrate With Lydia Burris
Illustrate with Lydia Burris
Lydia Burris: I’m Lydia Burris. I make art and confuse people. I was raised by trees, and was fed a steady diet of horror and fantasy movies as a child. I’m always looking for a way to bridge the gap between concepts; Fine Art and Illustration, Abstract and realism, light and dark, humor and stark seriousness. I am a midwest girl, but I lived in England for 14 months to get an international Masters of Fine Art. I never want to stay the same as an artist – I am always trying to grow, improve and try new methods. Art is not just a business for me – it is my way of life, and my journey, and the paths I take almost always lead toward a darker realm.
Malice: How long have you been an artist? What first inspired you to walk that path?
Lydia: My mother and aunt always debate on who gave me the first crayon. My mother was an artist and was a huge inspiration to me and always encouraged me to be creative, to do art and not be afraid of the dark. She passed recently, but I will be keeping her website alive – to see what dark dreams I crawled out from, see her site: http://catherineburris.com
Malice: What sort of things inspire you on a day-to-day basis?
Lydia: Dreams, strange psychology, mythology, the books I collect, nature, detritus, faces, words and interesting people.
But that’s not all! I can also add things like discolored photographs, idle emotions, the struggle of self-evaluation, paint drips, the type drawers on my walls filled with the pretty and sometimes broken things that don’t go anywhere else, and the will to stay as creative as possible.
Malice: So you mentioned you have a vampire for a boy friend…how does one end up with a vampire?
Lydia: You stay up late and check out strange basement night clubs. But seriously, he’s the sweetest vampire ever.
Malice: Let’s talk more professionally, how long have you been doing professional commissions?
Lydia: While I’ve been doing art since I was a tiny, I didn’t really start to extremely market myself until after college.
I decided to become professional. I grew a beard and started wearing a top hat and carrying a cane.
That didn’t really work, so instead I started to submit proposals for projects, contacting galleries, reading freelance books… etc. That worked better than the beard and hat. Some fun stuff: I have a permanent 4’ x 8’ oil portrait scene in the city hall of my hometown, Columbus, IN. There is a 9’ x 29’ lightbox of my art in Indianapolis which will stay up till August 2011.
Malice: What kind of clientage have you brought in? I know I saw a magician poster on your blog…
Lydia: Convention folk, magicians, monsters, musicians, movie makers, madmen and more. I do a lot of my own thing, but I love commissions because they usually give me a chance to do something I may not do on my own, thus expanding my experience.
Malice: Have you ever had any “strange” requests?
Lydia: Does ‘A Michael Meyers malkavian vampire who turns ducks into vampires with a prince duck vampire and 4 vampire ducks-of-the-apocalypse’ count? (courtesy of a fun gamer client.)
Art by Lydia Burris
Malice: Now I here tell you frequent the convention scene. Any appearances coming up?
Lydia: HorrorHound Indy, Days of the Dead!, and I plan on being at GenCon. I’m looking into many more – my convention circuit depends on the success of the previous conventions, winning the lottery, people throwing money at me, and/or inviting me as a guest to their convention.
Malice: How do you like doing the vendor thing at conventions?
Lydia: I love it more than banana cream pie. I wish I could do this stuff full-time. I get to meet the most interesting of people, share my art, and have bizarre and wonderful conversations all day!
Malice: So now it’s time for the mighty sword to fall…”Out-Of-Hat” questions? Let us begin: Do you think that the existence of the “Chaos Frog”…a frog capable of emitting a noxious gas that can turn people insane…should be made more public than just the private sector?
Lydia: I am not at liberty to discuss the ‘Chaos Frog’… however if we want to discuss the multi purposes of the ‘Deranged Dragonfly,’ I’m all game.
Malice: What coolness would it be if you could actually be a Cheshire Cat? You know, like if you could be a werewolf or a vampire…but you know…a Cheshire Cat instead?
Lydia:What are you talking about? I AM a Cheshire Cat!!! Notice my constant eerie smile?
Malice: How cool do you think it would be to have Statler and Waldorf from the Muppets at a convention? Mind you, they can be put anywhere to comment on anything?
Lydia: That would be awesome! Lets put Statler and Waldorf on the back of an Ostrich that just wanders through the entire convention.
Malice: If you could pit any celebrity mom’s in a death match, who would it be? Who would win?
Lydia: Lets just pick them at random and have them smack each other with banjos. I don’t care who wins.
Malice: Are you aware of the Pecking order?
Lydia: Baaaak-bOOOaaaak …. cluck cluck cluck…. baAAAKKKityCLUCK!
Art by Lydia Burris
Malice: Well as fun as that was, all good things must come to the end. I always wish after my interviews I could give people a Tee Shirt, but you know it never ends that way! At any rate I will give you one last chance to pimp your stuff…so tell the good people where they can find you…
Lydia: I’m an online junkie, I admit it.
You can browse my website: http://lydiaburris.com
You can support my convention habit, buy and request artwork, prints and strange stuff at my etsy: http://www.etsy.com/shop/LydiaBurris
I have a blog called “More Self Drive Please” – all about my art progress – http://lydiaburris.blogspot.com/
I am also on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lydia-Burris-Art-Mystery-Madness/112602985472928
And last but not least, DeviantArt: http://zyphryus.deviantart.com/
Now Freaky Darlings, wasn’t she just a gem!? I hope you all hunt her down and give her some business, because this is one artist that shouldn’t have to wait until post-mortem to gain her fame. Click the links above and show this lady some love. That will be all for this installment…more to come soon…My Freaky Darlings. So until then I bid you fond farewell…
Sadistically Yours,
Malice Psychotik
Art by Lydia Burris
Jack’s Speakeasy…Akira’s Luck has Run Out?
WAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZ UPPPPPPPPPPPPP MY FREAKY DARLINGS!!!! Here is yet another unshared story. Again this is from my days on roleplayer.com. My Soul Eater group had a story arc going where the world of Soul Eater was fragmented by the arrival of a new Kishin. This allowed all different manner of creatures to creep in from the multi-verse. With all of the confusion going on, no one seemed to notice the real threat, a hidden Kishin by the name of Jack Crowley. You might see Jack Later in other stories. He was just too good of a character to waste on a now dead roleplay. Anyway, before the group fell apart this was his grand reveal. We had a god-moding little bitch that needed dealt with…he did it! Enjoy!
Editor Note: This is from the Soul Eater roleplay, but you really don’t need to know much about Soul Eater for this one. If you did you would love it more, but as a stand alone it may be ok…
photo edit by Matt Garner
It was a dark humid night…the air was still thick with the demon rider in the area. Akira had barely escaped…had it not been for how beaten he was, he wouldn’t be able to mask his own wavelength. The only reason he could in the first place was because it was so broken and weak from battle. What nature of beast was that thing? That fire…it wasn’t normal….My soul feels like it was nearly ripped to pieces. Plus that stare…why did his stare burn like that….Akira was ready to pass out. That Rider had chased him all around the planet…London, Paris, Tokyo, Romania, the Sahara Desert, Siberian Wastelands, America, and back. Never once giving him more than a couple minuets to rest. He needed a place to go. Somewhere safe where he could recoup. That’s when he remembered…Jack.
During one of his minuet long breaks Jack had found him. He offered to help, but Akira ignored it. In retrospect this might not have been wise. The Kishin felt in his pocket, and there they were. Jack had given him two cards an Ace of Spades and a Jack of Spades. All he needed to do is remember how he said to use them…”If you ever decide to accept some help…if you ever need an out….Just Remember to stack these cards on a wall and recite these words…’Remember, Remember, this Teeny Tiny Fact, Whenever you want someone to have your back, Knock three times and whisper Black Jack…'” Remembering this…the Kishin took the cards and placed them on the wall. After speaking the incantation and knocking three times, the cards glowed. They turned a brilliant green and melted into the wall. The wall shook violently. Brick seemed to shake away like dust to reveal an old door. Over the door hung a sign that said “The Laughing Clown.”
A small peep-hole slid open. As it did a pair of eyes shined through. “Password..?” said a gruff, deep voice. Akira looked side to side, and then spoke, “Black Jack…” He heard the door’s many latches undo, and then the old door creak open. As the door opened the smell of cigars and booze lingered heavy. An old Jazz tune played, and he could here many people inside talking and…partying? What type of aid could a party possibly be? It was then he heard the Ghost Riders motorcycle rev up and heard him yell…He was close. Deciding he had much better chances with a fellow Kishin than he did with that…thing. Akira made his way through the open door. The towering door man closed it behind him. The door man looked like a huge muscular ape in a suit. What kind of place was this?
Akira scanned the room looking for Jack and saw all sorts of interesting characters. There were lots of people in clown masks, but amongst them were all sorts of villains from all walks of life it seemed. Around the room he saw what looked to be a talking burlap sack, a being that looked more snake than human, there was even a large group of weirdos at the back. This was were Jack sat. The table consisted of a demented looking clown, a skinny sickly looking man with a camera, an old mortician in a top hat, an older lady in Victorian dress, a chainsaw wielding maniac, a younger woman with black hair in a bloody night-gown, and a light-haired younger woman in a sparkling gold dress. The beaten Kishin walked over to the table where Jack was sitting. Upon approach Jack noticed his presence waving him over and sending the other characters away. “Akira old Boy! You look positively BAKED! Tell Old Jack what happened!”
The Kishin gave the purple suited man a sharp look. Jack sat smiling from ear to ear. “Well, as you know I was running away from that Rider. We clashed a couple of times after I talked to you. That fire he was using wasn’t normal fire. It seemed to burn me down to the soul and was near impossible to recover from. Then he finally got a good hold of me and locked me in a gaze. IT FELT LIKE MY SOUL WAS TEARING APART! I released a massive amount of energy and managed to shake him off.” His panicked expression turned to a sullen look as he looked at the table. “My Soul is fragmented…I can’t muster any of my powers. Some of the souls I had within my own feel like they were burned up…”
Jack kicked his legs up on the table and started shuffling a deck of cards. “Well, if you would have accepted my help…You would have known I knew the Ghost Rider. He’s from the Marvel Universe. A Half Demon really, he walks between the world of humans and the world of the supernatural. His life long mission in life is to destroy evil and hunt down devils. Him and I have had our brushes and I narrowly escaped every time. You have to out smart the Rider if you hope to win.” Jack stopped shuffling and laid one card in front over each of them face down, and then laid one each face up. Akira had a 4 of hearts and Jack had a Jack of Spades. “Hit or Stay?” The other Kishin nodded for him to hit. He got a six of clubs. “Hit or Stay?” Jack said. He decided to stay. “Your problem seems to be you think you have all the cards. When in truth…” as he said this he flipped Akira’s face down card, “when in fact you don’t have squat, just a big bluff! That bluff will only get you so far though…” While he spoke he flipped his face down over. It was an Ace of Spades, “When your opponent has you beat…he has you beat! What you need is a loaded deck! Yeah you need someone with the know how, and the power to help you stack the deck against your opponent…”
The black-haired kishin smiled at this, “So you ARE going to help me! I knew you were a worthy ally…”
“Now, hold your horses Junior…I never said that. You don’t get to ignore me and treat me like a pile of garbage and have me help you right off the bat…No, No, No! The time for that has passed. Besides, your wounds are from Hell Fire, and not very many people can repair that. Not to mention you got at least a quarter of a ‘Penance Stare.’ The Ghost Rider Burned you from the inside out…No…You don’t need my help right now…You need a lot of Luck…And I know just the Lady….Haa Haa Haaaaa!” laughed the purple suited Kishin. Jack held his hand up and motioned for the younger woman who was dressed in the gold dress. She came over swaying her hips the whole way.
“You called Jack, My Dear?” she said with a smile.
“This is Lady Luck…Lady Luck…this is the Kishin, Akira…He’s in great need of your assistance. It seems he needs a little….well Luck!” Jack grinned while his words slid past his lips. “Think you can help him out, Dear?”
Lady Luck stood looking at the beaten Kishin, “Jack…I would be more than happy to help him….but….He will have to play a game of chance first to see if he’s worth saving.” She grinned and continued, “The stakes will be high…If you win…I’ll turn your Luck around. You’ll heal and Jack here will give you some fire power…If you loose…it will cost you everything…So, what do you say…are you a gambling man Kishin?”
Akira thought about this for a moment. The Ghost Rider had damaged him pretty badly. His soul was starting to fall apart. All of his vast powers were gone…and he wanted revenge. Revenge on that flaming freak! Not only that though, but now more than ever he wanted to squash the DWMA!!! “Lady Luck your stakes are high…but…I’m willing to take the bet.”
Jack smiled and looked at them both, “Well then, since we now have an accord, let’s get this puppy started. I can’t imagine how you feel Akira…why this is got to be the first time you have been without your powers since you became one! Why I remember before I was a Kishin…Remember it like it was yesterday…My partner Harley and I were sent after some witch. She was of course up to no good…as most witches are…but during the battle…I was knocked out. When I came to Harley was dead…She had to have just died, because her soul still lingered on the air. So I did the only thing I could do…I devoured her soul, and killed that witch!!” Jack’s eyes grew distant as if he was remembering something very painful to him…”Anyway, on with the show!!”
“Let us begin!” said the woman. She took out a small silver tray with three card on it. Each was a different color. One Red, One Purple, and One Orange, “Pick a card…and determine your fate…”
Akira looked at the card curiously. He had to be careful! One wrong move, and he would lose it all. He would probably have to work for Jack for the rest of his life as a lackey. “I think I will choose this one,” as he said this he layed his finger on the purple one.
The mistress of luck smiled, “Well…it’s not my most interesting game…but it’s still s good one. This game is called…’The Jokers Wild.’ To play this game I will set out five cards. Three will be Ace’s and Two will be Joker’s. If you pick the Joker’s before the Ace’s…you loose.” She laid the cards down carefully in front of Akira. “Choose wisely…”
The Kishin toiled back and forth for a few moments he had to be careful. He chose the one in the middle…It was the Ace of Spades. The second card he chose would be the one all the way to the right…Whammy! He picked up a Joker card. Jack and Lady Luck smiled with delight! This was not good. He liked the odds better if he would have at least gotten another Ace. The time he went second card to the left…He was relieved to se it was the Ace of Hearts. All Akira would need is one more good card. He picked the far left one…His heart sank as he turned it over revealing another Joker card. The other two cackled in glee….
“You lose…” Lady Luck said.
“Well I knew the stakes…I suppose there is nothing to do. I’m guessing now I will be bound to this bar…or be a lackey of yours…” lazily said the fallen Kishin.
“Oh, I don’t think I will do that…” laughed Jack. “No…I have something special planned for you…”
Akira looked on emotionless, “Such a disgraceful fate for the God of Kishin…”
“There’s that word again. Friend, you do know all Kishin are at the level of being a God right? There is no God of Kishin, it just sounds like a bad joke. Ya’ know…Now that you got me thinking about our beginnings….you got me thinking about that day oh so many years ago. What was that witch doing?” Jack thought for a moment before exclaiming, “Ah HA!!! She was trying to revive a Kishin…what was his name…?” A grin grew across Jack’s face and his eyes grew wild, “His name was Vlad D’Yavol…also known as ‘AKIRA’!!!!”
Akira’s eyes grew wide and a look of horror spread over his face. “Wh-wha-What are you going to d-do?”
“Well, you’re not going to work here that’s for sure…No…I’m going to get the one thing I’ve thought about since that day 86 years ago…” after saying this Jack licked his lips. “It’s dinner time…”
This was the end of Vlad D’Yavol….
Fan-Fiction: “Stein Vs. K.C”
Hello Darlings! I was digging through some old writings when I discovered some old stories and articles I’ve never used for one reason or another. So over the next week or so, I’m going to intertwine them with the new stuff. Hope you enjoy. This story in particular I did for my Role Play group. It was a Soul Eater one and I played Stein. If you have never checked out Soul Eater you should. Very good anime and top notch manga. Simply put, if you are a fan of stuff I recommend or this site…high chance you’ll enjoy this show. I was inspired by a child murder that had happened around the time. Writers find inspiration from everywhere…sometimes even tragedy.
Picture by BishouHunter of deviantART
It was a hot summer night when Professor Franken Stein and Death Scythe Spirit Albarn arrived at their mission. If the reports were true, they would be fighting a Kishin seed well on its way to the real thing. It had been a long flight and Spirit had been on edge the whole time. Their target was one Kirsten Castles. Kirsten was the subject of recent legal debate. You see, she was accused of murdering her daughter a few years earlier. After a lengthy battle in court, she was acquitted of all charges. This didn’t sit well with most…especially not Lord Death. Lord Death had briefed them that the jail she was held in had quite a few “Unexplained Deaths.” Inmates found dead, with no real explainable cause. It was almost as if the soul had been sucked straight from their bodies. At any rate, the Death God had a theory and if it was correct, she was well on her way to being a full-blown Kishin. Taking this into account he sent his best Meister and his trusted Death Scythe to take care of it. The two talked back and forth before they snuck into the empty house to wait for their mark.
“I don’t understand why Lord Death wants us to confirm before we attack. I say we get that rotten baby killer right at the door!” raged an angry Spirit. The whole thing didn’t sit very well with him. He was convinced that she was guilty, and the theory of her being a Kishin Egg just seemed to fit.
“Spirit, we don’t actually know if she is a Kishin Egg…Guilty of murder or not, our only charge is to take care of her is she has started walking the path of a Kishin. We aren’t here to determine the type of guilt you are going after. Even if she did do it, if she’s not a Kishin Egg we have no jurisdiction over her.” said Stein in his usual calm tone. He didn’t mean to sound cold, but it was the truth. They weren’t vigilante’s and they weren’t there to write a wrong of the court.
The Death Scythe pushes back his red hair, “I just don’t understand how you can be so cold about this Stein! Maybe if you had kids, you would understand…”
“That has nothing to do with it Spirit. You need to calm down and clear your head…” Stein interrupted, “She will be here soon and I can’t have you all over the place. You need to get your head in the game and stop thinking with your bleeding heart.” With that, the two crept into the house and waited for their possible “Kishin Egg” to come home.
When Kirsten would arrive she would open the door to a dark house. She fumbled for a light switch when all of a sudden, moon light from the door would catch the Professor’s glasses making them glow eerily in the dark. As she jumped back in fear, the scientist clicked on a nearby lamp to reveal himself fully sitting in a chair and Spirit standing next to him. “Hello…Miss Castles..” he said in a plain tone.
The woman looking shocked asked in a shaky voice, “What are you doing in my house!? I wish you people would leave me alone! Don’t you know the court’s found me innocent. You people need to wake up and realize that!” She was obviously scared. It’s terrifying enough finding two people in your house, but when one of them is a man with stitched up clothes and body with a screw sticking out of his head…well I don’t have to explain that to you.
“Were not here about the court’s verdict, no…We are from the DWMA. You see, our Lord Death suspects you of being a Kishin Egg…a person that eats the souls of the innocent to try to gain more power to become a Kishin.” he replied. “You see there were a lot of strange deaths at the prison you were held at. Even stranger was the fact, upon investigation, all of the inmates were in your cell block. Of all the people ran through your block, you were the only one to stay there during the entire period of your incarceration. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
The woman looked surprised at the mad scientist. She looked around the room, almost as if the answer would jump out from behind a book-case. Looking the mad scientist dead in the eye she yelled, “I don’t know what you are talking about! Now if you don’t get out of my damn house…I’M CALLING THE COPS!!”
Stein put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Taking in a long drag, he let out a the smoke forming a skull in the air, “You see at first I was inclined to believe that. I mean, if you already didn’t have a considerable amount of power in the first place, why would you want to be a Kishin. More importantly, if you weren’t a witch, a meister, or a weapon…what would make you want power like that in the first place?” The scientist turned the screw in his head a couple of times before continuing, “Then it occurred to me. What if you did want to get rid of your daughter, but didn’t know a way to do it WITHOUT leaving evidence that normal police could follow. What if a someone told you how to suck the soul right out of that little girl? A young child’s soul is exceptionally strong…so consuming one would be enough to give you a bona fide jump to becoming a Kishin. Might even give you some powers to make the next kills easier. Being in a jail with all of those souls…nobody cares to look into a prisoner’s death. It’s like a Kishin buffet in there! But who would give you that sort of information…why?”
By this time the woman looked at the scientist with cold eyes. She was either irritated or knew where he was going with this. “Your story is as crazy as you are…But go on and finish…I’ll be calling the cops…” She stood glaring at the Professor.
“Oh. I don’t think you will be doing that no. Getting back to my story, Why would someone turn a regular person to the idea of being a Kishin? Simple really…you were easy to manipulate. It gave you the out you were looking for, and then as the Madness grew within you…how could you resist? The power made you feel good. It made you strong…” A smirk came over Stein’s face, “But in truth you’re not strong at all…No…infact you are a pathetic waste of matter that turned their back on not just humanity…but their own child….your the lowest of the low.” As he said this the room grew tense. It almost seemed to fill with energy and a Madness grew over the air.
Kirsten stood there with a wide grin growing on her face, “You know, they said you would come. Who would have thought that the Reaper would send his best after me. I have to admit, they were really hoping it would have been that Kid of his or the loud mouthed brat assassin.” Saying this, the lights began to flicker and the womans body began to shift and morph. “But if it means getting a shot at the best he has to offer, I’ll add your souls to my own…I’ve always wondered what a meister or a death scythe tastes like!”
As she began to grow and take a disgusting new form, Spirit looked to Stein, “Do you have your evidence yet? What are you waiting for Stein!?”
By the time Spirit finished his sentence, the woman had changed into a mangled form. Standing at approximately, 8′ 5″, her once small fingers turned to long gangly things with black razor claws for nails. Her once brown hair now ratty and thin looking that of an old Halloween witch. The once white skin now replaced with a gross pale grey…almost appearing like dead flesh. The beasts head looked huge. It’s jaw open wide with a slew of barbed tentacles hanging out of it. On tube in the middle looked as if it could be a mouth as it had teeth. Stein replied, “Spirit…take your weapon form…this is about to get interesting.”
As the Professor said this, the monster roared. Spirit turned into a scythe and with a quick spin the two were ready for battle. Kirsten lunged forward trying to slash with her claws. Stein quickly pulled the scythe around in front to catch the blow, the force knocking him through a wall into the kitchen.
“Watch it Stein! I’m not a shield you know!?” Spirit yelled. “By the way, I have sneaking suspicion she secretes a neurotoxin, so be careful!”
Stein replied, “I guessed as much. I have a sneaking suspicion she is a Hydra-Kishin Seed.” As Stein got up the beast slashed with its right, causing him to duck down. Thrusting it’s tentacles forward, the meister slashed at them severing a few. “I do believe we need out of this house though. There really is no room to fight in here…” With that the angry Kirsten charged. Stein side-stepped putting the bottom of the scythe against the back of her head. This combined with its own momentum took her through the wall and out into the yard.
“Aggh! Stupid Meister!! Your tearing apart my house! I’m going to enjoy eating your soul!!!” The Kishin Egg was now in a blood rage…Stein’s plan was working perfectly. It was time for the good Professor and Death Scythe to take the offensive. Stein dashed across the yard swinging down hard severing her right arm. Another strike would go right across the abdomen ending with a gash to the throat. Kirsten recoiled in pain. “Stupid Fool! It’s going to take a lot more than that to kill me!!” In just a few seconds her wounds healed up. Stein got the info he was looking for.
“Stein we need to end this!” Spirit yelled to Stein.
“You don’t think I know that?” replied the meister. “We need to be careful with this.”
Kirsten called out to Spirit, “Hey, hot head! You should listen to the Mad Scientist! Your not going to make me an easy kill!”
The Death Scythe called back, “Shut up you child killing skank! How could you kill your own child!? You’re the worst type of monster!!!”
The monster smiled a gruesome grin, “Oh…I’ve heard of you…You have a soft spot for kids…and a real hot head.” Kirsten chuckled, “You know her soul was really kind of sweet…almost like candy. Really. I haven’t tasted one quite like it and I don’t think I ever will…Maybe I should consider changing my diet to more children.”
This threw Spirit into a rage. Letting out a loud battle cry, he turned into his human form rushing across the field. Right before reaching her, he let loose his blades on his back and arms. Spirit swung wildly at her. “I’LL KILL YOU!!! YOU BITCH!!!” Spirit was in a full-blown rage.
“No Spirit, you’re falling for her games!” Stein called after. “Damn hot head, you’re gonna get us killed!!”
Spirit rolled around her causing her to turn her back. Slashing wildly he made various cuts across her abdomen. unfortunately, Spirit wasn’t paying very much attention to his movements and had cornered himself. “Your mine now little hot head!! Yaaaaa!!!” Kirsten thought she had him…but was terribly wrong!
“Do it now Stein!!!” Spirit screamed. Stein came charging in from the back planting his palm deep into her back.
“SOUL FORCE!!!” the scientist would call out as he hit her with his soul wave-length. This sent her flying toward Spirit. He used her knee a spring-board and forced his way up dealing an uppercut and flipping over head.
“That’s for your daughter you slime!!!” Spirit called before turning into a Death Scythe and landing in Stein’s hands.
“Thanks for the distraction. I really thought you lost it there for a second…” Professor Stein responded.
“I’ll be honest I kind of did…then when I snapped to it I saw a openning. Thank God you pick up on things quick!” Spirit was as ready as ever…
“Hey I told you!!! It’s not going to be that easy! Quit talking like this fight’s over!” the beast raged.
“Well, considering your not going to able to move, I think you have no choice but take this next hit…” the Professor said in a calm tone. “Suture..”
With this command, Steins wave-length formed suture’s bind Kirsten’s feet to the floor. “Aghh!! How did you? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?”
“If you would have done some more research, you would have found what a bad idea it is to be hit by my surgical wave-length. My sutures will hold you right in the spot. Even if you could break free, it would be too late for what will happen next.” Stein explained. He took Spirit and spun him around holding him in the air behind his back. “Being in sense you regenerate so fast, it’s I can’t afford to drag this fight out to long. Unfortunately you regenerate faster than I can deal any significant damage…taking all of this into account…Spirit I think we have to use THAT attack….are you ready?”
“You know it! Let’s take that evil Bitch’s soul!” replied Spirit.
Alright then…LET’S GO SOUL RESONANCE!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!” both yelled in unison. “SURGICAL STORM!!!”
With this command, Spirit’s blade grew double in size. Around it sprouted up several other smaller scythes of various lengths. They glowed with the combined power of the two. Stein rushed forward, bringing the blades down at a diagonal coming across her chest. Using the momentum, he reversed the force bringing the blades up from bottom to top. The final slash would be a high-speed run through the middle. As he landed behind her, the attack would release and Spirit would take his human form again. Blood would spray our following the direction of the slashes. Kirsten howled in pain.
“That’s not going to be enough! I’ll regenerate, and then you both di—-Huh!?” she stopped dead in her words.
“Actually, I was counting on that regenerating ability…” Stein said this with a smile on his face. “Surgical Storm is designed for monsters such as yourself. You see it turns your own ability against you. The faster you regenerate, the faster you course my soul wave-length through your body. Only this one isn’t ‘suture.’ No, this is a wave-length designed to cut. More specifically, it cuts at a Microscopic level…It’s cutting you slightly now…enough to paralyze you in pain. On my command, the attack will activate…slicing you faster than you can recover. It will tear you to shreds…You gave a good fight…but I’m afraid it’s time to end this…’Dissect!'”
With that command Kirsten’s body started to tear apart from the inside out. Organs, blood veins, muscle, cells…all being torn to ribbons. Kirsten coughed up blood. Her tenticals falling out of her mouth…her cuts growing wider and bleeding more profusely. Finally with a scream her body exploded leaving a red Kishin Seed Soul…
“Well…were done here.” Stein said to Spirit. “I know you don’t need to collect souls, but do you want to…”
“Eat that thing!? NO! That soul is foul. I would never let that dirty thing touch my lips. Anyone that would harm a child is the lowest of the low. I’m a Death Scythe. I wouldn’t lower myself to eat a sick soul like that.” Spirit said disgusted.
“Ha Ha! Well then I guess we’ll just take it to Lord Death to dispose of!” laughed Stein
“How can you be so light hearted!?” yelled the Death Scythe
“Lighten up Spirit! Justice was served and disaster was avoided. That little girl’s soul won’t be used for evil means…Let’s go home Spirit…”
The two walked off into the night. Stein was right, disaster had been avoided…but only for the time being. After all…who was behind all of this? Some one had to have been pulling the strings. Time could only tell…
Cordelia Von Thorn
It’s time again for you to get to know yet another member of the Psychotik Crew! Introducing the lovely Cordelia Von Thorn!
Name: Cordelia Von Thorn
Hair Color and Style: Ever Changing
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5ft 4in
Weight: Curvy
Build: petite, busty body proportional
Bust Size: 40 DDD
Clothing: Dark, gothic
Other Identifiable Traits: Lots of Tattoos
Race: Succubus
Crew Position: Psychotik Girl
Favorite Music: Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, The Beatles, Queen, The Doors, The Eagles, Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson
Favorite Movies: The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Repo! the Genetic Opera, Devil’s Rejects, Boondock Saints
Favorite Books: Sherrilyn Kenyon novels
Back Story: A sultry Succubus feeding on the most unsuspecting of men. Cordelia has been around for years and has caused much chaos. Through out the ages she has been responsible for massive loss of life. From cults to secret societies…she’s done it all. She consumes enough energy to last her about a century and then stops for a spell. It’s been nearly a decade since her last massacre…and she’s hungry for more…
Meeting Malice: You know I’m very fond of graveyards. You really never know what will turn up. One night in particular I was enjoying a midnight absinthe through one of the greatest cemeteries I’ve found…in Edinburgh. We got bored and found a way down to the vaults. Very fun place if I do say so myself. Lot’s of spirits and all sorts of supernatural creatures. We were just about to settle down and have some “Personal Time” when we heard something down the hall. Poor thing was trying to hide away. Apparently, a slayer had caught her off guard. She had regenerated most of the way but was very weak. Seras allowed her some blood and I ran off looking for that slayer. Sometimes I get it, Slayers help to protect against the really BAD creatures of the night. This wasn’t the case. Very seldom do you find a Succubus that feeds on the innocent. Mostly they have fun with the wicked (they taste better or something!) This Slayer in particular was angry over the death of a grandfather…or some such shit. I don’t like bullies! I tracked him down. Idiot went down in the vaults without an exit plan. She fed and restored her energy…but not before I made his insides his out….That was how we met our dear Cordelia.
And that is our dear Cordelia…you can look…but get to close…and well you might find beautiful and deadly go hand in hand…
Until Next Time, My Freaky Darlings,
Malice Psychotik
Psychotik Review: Mr. Hush
Alright this has been a long time coming, and I’m so happy to be able to finally review this film. As some of you may know who have been with us from the get go…or those of you that like to browse my back catalogue of articles…know about Mr. Hush. I feel so bad that I have sat on this review for so long. I know a few people who have been dying for my thoughts on it (Literally I have been to two funerals over this so far and can’t do it anymore…lol) Seriously though, this has been a long journey and I can’t wait for the next one David Madison set’s me on. Without beating around the bush…and no more around the tush…Allow me to present…
Psychotik Review: Mr. Hush
Behold his greatness!
Allow me to start this off my saying I’m generally not a fan of Independent Films. Most experiences I’ve had in the past were very bad. Not to say that their haven’t been times that I’ve been amazed. Also in saying this though, I’d like to add I’ve come to know what to expect from these movies. Hush stands head and shoulders above others. Let’s not start out with the rating though…I want you all to sweat! The film is about Holland Price (Brad Loree), an average enough guy with a perfect family. This all changes one Halloween night when a priest shows up at his door. According to him, he was taking some children trick or treating when his vehicle caught a flat. He just needed to use the phone. Seems legit? WRONG! I a single instance all goes wrong and thus begins Hollands nightmare. Flash 10 years in the future and Holland has become a drifter that suffers from nightmares of the night his wife was murdered and his daughter disappeared. He still searches for her, clinging to the thought she is still out there. It’s when he stops to settle down a bit…he finds the nightmare…has found him once again.
Before I dive into pro’s and con’s, let me start off with saying this is an independent film, and as such there are some things you have to take into consideration. Independent films are very low budget most of the times. So picking at bad visual effects, shaky camera, and other small details…you can’t really do that fairly. These are present in most if not all independent films. They can’t all have Rick Baker, Tom Savini, or film in an IMAX camera. So if your watching this movie, don’t rate it yourself comparing it to a multimillion dollar flick. At this point you are being unfair. You have to appreciate it for what it is. A throwback to the old horror movies of the 80’s. Something that was done wonderfully. Now that that’s out of the way…Pro’s and Con’s (I’m going to reverse the two so we end on a positive note!)
Cons
Really there isn’t much bad I have to say about Hush. The main problems I found was with transitions and character development. Some of the transitions between dream sequences and flashes forward in time are left unclear. It takes you a minuet to gather your thoughts and realize you aren’t really lost. A couple of times it happened and I was like “Whoa, Did I miss something?”
As far as character development goes, you learn a nice bit about most of the characters. Definitely enough to keep the movie moving. I just wish there was more. Some of the relationships that are formed are unclear because you don’t know how much time has lapsed. This con is almost a good thing, because that means the film had characters worth wanting to know more about it.
Pros
Ah, a lot of these to be had. But I’m only going to gush over a few. I enjoyed the casting, the story, the ending (the ending is going to have spoilers…but don’t worry I’ll warn you…this is number 1) The casting in this movie is very interesting. This is the first speaking main role for Brad Loree who usually is just a stunt man. I do hope this isn’t his last lead role as he did very well. The antagonistic role is played with a chilling sadistic nature by Edward X. Young. The man plays a villain like no other. He can go from purely calm in demeanor to psycho in seconds. Stephen Geoffreys is like the perfect lackey and very much so a nod to his roles from the 80’s (Fright Night, 976-EVIL). Steve Dash will make you smile from ear to ear as will director Thomas Churchill. Neither one has much screen time, but boy the time they are on screen…you won’t forget them. Watch out for Spoilers ahead….
Story was another thing I enjoyed. It is cut from the same cloth has most horror from the 80’s, but in an original pattern. it’s refreshing to see a call back to when horror was really different. It wasn’t afraid to have comedy. It wasn’t afraid to be a little campy. The dialogue in this movie will chill you in some areas and in others make you have a real gut wrenching laugh (Listen for “You Smelly Fuck!”…your going to lose it and not get it back!! lol) A + for freshness….Spoiler Alert coming up ….now!!!
***SPOILER ALERT***
Who is this Edward Cullen you speak of?
The ending is really worth mentioning as a pro. You don’t see it coming. Obviously you get their is something off about Mr. Hush. A sort of supernatural quality. What you don’t expect is him turning into a grey shark tooth fanged vampire. You also don’t expect one of the most hilarious vampire staking since Paul Rubens in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Huey Lewis and the News isn’t a bad addition either. I like the twist ending the most. You sort of see it, but it’s not at the front of your mind for sure. Age old vampire grudge over Hollands grandfather killing Hush’s mate? it’s very refreshing not seeing regurgitated ideas.
Final Verdict
In conclusion, I give David Lee Madison’s Mr. Hush 4 out of 5 Top Hats. If you’re a fan of independent film, or just wanting to see a good fresh horror flick pick it up! It’s available at Blockbuster and through Netflix by mail. I really can’t wait to see further projects from David Madison. Hats off sir…Hats off! That will be all for today Darlings! Stay tuned for more madness!
Until Next Time, My Freaky Darlings,
Malice Psychotik
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The Psychotik Girls!!!
Hello Freaky Darlings! I have a special announcement for you all. For once, one of my additional ideas for the website is panning out! I believe I mentioned it a while back, but we are going to have our own models for the site. Think of them like Encyclopedia Psychotika’s version of the Suicide Girls. Or like Suicide Girls meets Jager Girls. Difference being, we don’t conform to the norms of beauty. Pretty is pretty…Fat, Skinny, Back, White, Tan, Purple, Blue…Cthulhu help you if your turquoise (Nothing good ever came from those turquoise bastards from Planet Vaxtrum!) At Any rate I expect you all to give them a warm welcome and be sure to visit the Facebook to check them out. Like the page and show some love.
The Psychotik Girls are lead by our very own dazzling femme fatal Seras Psychotik. If you are interested in becoming a Psychotik Girl email psychotikgirls@yahoo.com. Pictures on the Facebook page will be rated PG to PG-13. However, we may do some NSFW (Not Safe For Work…for those of you that are not up on the lingo) photos only available on the site.
Welcome Ladies….to My Madness!
Click the picture you fools! Then like the page!
Luna
Time for another intro my Freaky Darlings. This one comes in the form of a friend and Psychotik Girl Luna! Now her profile is not complete so do please check for updates and give the girl some love! I also have to say she is the only one that got me in her Holiday picture on time. I didn’t get to post it on Christmas due to Computer issues (since resolved). She’s a good half bat/half puppy!
Name: Luna
Hair Color and Style: Long curly, dark brown with light brown highlights
Eyes: Bright hazel
Height: 5’4
Weight: 145 lbs
Build: Average
Bust Size: D
Clothing: Gothic / punk
Other Identifiable Traits: Two beauty marks one on each cheek
Race: Hybrid; werewolf and vampire
Crew Position: Psychotik Girl
Favorite Books: The Dark Hunter series by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Favorite Movies: The lord of the ring and soon to be The Hobbit series.
Favorite Music: Nightwish; Bye bye beautiful. Nickleback; This is how you remind me. Kesha; Cannibal and Take it off.
Guilty Pleasure: I enjoy smells…When I say I enjoy smells…let’s just say just about any and leave it there.
Editor’s Note: Really? Nickleback wasn’t the guilty pleasure? In that case no I do not want to know some of those smells…Ha Ha! I kid…But seriously we need to talk…
Back Story: Luna was a creation by a scientist that was obsessed with the perfect monster or more so the perfect human. Stronger, smarter, faster and everlasting. To put it simple; an immortal. Reading stories and myths about hybrids and created his own. Blood of a vampire mixed with blood of a werewolf. For years the man worked on the perfect blood to balance it and failed many times. One day he had all but given up, that was till a new idea began to form. The blood did not have a host. In his readings he remembered the note of a Dr. Frankenstein, could it work? There was one way to find out. The scientist had found a child. She had died at a young age; killed with her family by some lunatic. Her throat was slit, torn apart. The perfect subject. The night of the blood moon was the night the scientist had succeeded. He had tubs down her throat and IV’s in every vain. A small pulses of electricity were sent to her heart and air pumped into her lungs. Her neck was stitched back up after all the blood was in her, slowly her body started to heal. Within a month her heart rate was normal, all vital signs were stable. He had done it. Three months had passed before she was learning to walk, read, talk… and feast. To her it was normal, but the scientist had told her that she was to keep the blood thirst away from others, it was their secret and one she kept very well. Upon her 18th birthday however was her awakening and the fatal night for the scientist.
Meeting Malice: You know I’ve always been one for enjoying what most consider monsters. Really they are no different than other creatures. Just they are a bit higher up he food chain. None of these creatures are quit as interesting as a hybrid. A half and half mocachino of the monster variety as it were. So here I am, wandering around in these woods in…well I’m not even sure I remember what dimension…and there is this girl covered in blood in the middle of the forest. Fierce eyes and sharp fangs. Apparently she had been out there for a month. She had killed the man who created her, a few campers, and a host of chickens. The guy that created her had done a good job at bonding Vampire and Lycanthrope DNA…he just didn’t know how well. It just so happens on her 18th birthday, the DNA strands became perfect…and the result was violent. Poor thing was having trouble controlling her baser urges…Seras is working with her. The information she has from her home world is advantageous to say the least.
Hope you enjoyed our dear fanged puppy! Look forward to more to come!
Until Nest Time, My Freaky Darlings,
Malice Psychotik
F.E.A.R Concert January 5th, 2013
Darlings…you do remember a bit back we had the interview with friend and Finding Every Altar Ruined’s Mike Meara? Well recently I for to catch a live show of there’s right here in little ol’ Bum Fuck Egypt! If you have the Youtube channel added (and we know you don’t) you would have already gotten to see the video’s I’m a bout to post. Give them a watch, I really do think they have something good going on here. I was very impressed by them. I’m not just saying that because they are friends either. I’m a real stickler when it comes to my metal. I don’t just listen to anything…I like to think I really only listen to good music. They are good music. Somebody hand them a record deal, because they are going places all of them!
The most amazing thing is, this is coming out of Okeechobee, Fl. Most of you out there may not even know it exists (regardless of the fact it’s located over the biggest lake in Florida of the same name…you are all nimrods if you just said “What lake in Florida?”) It’s a tiny little cowboy/bible town you would never expect good music to come out of. F.E.A.R proves that theory so wrong. To top it off, you never see a show like that in Okeechobee. Now it may have been in a back yard, but hey that’s as good as it get’s here. I do belive the last rock show I was at in this town was Ring of Scars. And that was way back when. They proved it can happen though. I caught up with Mike after the show and he had even said he hoped that this shows other bands that you can do this in this town. There is a scene for it! At any rate…look at the videos below. So sorry we didn’t catch the other bands that were there. We caught the last half of Reach for the Sky‘s set. They are another really good band to keep an eye out for. Seras and I talked to Lead Singer Rajan Maharajh about doing an interview and they are pretty down for it. So look for that soon!
Editors Note: Do excuse the quality of the videos. It was getting late and the sun was going down. As there was no lighting, the videos get darker. Seras informed me that if I made lights appear out of no where, all the humans would freak out..I also could not get all of the show, which is a shame. But at least I had a chance to enjoy the last half!
Until Next Time, My Freaky Darlings.
Malice Psychotik
A Psychotik Review: Jersey Shore Shark Attack
Why hello there Freaky Darlings! Dear me, the recent experiments have been keeping me away! On a brighter note, things should pick up soon around here as I have wired together an interesting substitute for a broken lap top. (Can’t use Cheshire cat magic all the time kiddies…takes the adventure out of life!) Any how, we have a movie review from my dear vampire sweety, Seras Psychotik! We sat down the other day to a remarkably funny cheese fest in the form of Jersey Shore Shark Attack. I considered it to be pretty good for what it was. But this isn’t about what I think….Let’s see what Seras has to say…
A Psychotik Review: Jersey Shore Shark Attack
The Jersey Shore Shark Attack is an Anchor Bay film released in 2012 that is a parody of The Jersey Shore reality television series and JAWS. Yes I know it sounds corny but proved to be quite humorous. Vinny from TJS stars as a newscaster for News Jersey Live. Other stars of TJS are parodied as follows: The Complication aka TC (The Situation), Donnie (Ronnie), Nooki (Snooki), Paulie Balzac (Paulie D), J-Moni (J-Woww), and BJ (Deena). The only star not parodied is Sammie. Guess they weren’t a fan?
TJS acronym GTL (gym, tan, laundry) becomes ASS (alcohol, sun, sex). Not that it’s any different from what they do on The Shore lol. So early on as the film opens you get to see the sharks that cause all the problems. Albino Bull Sharks. White with blood-red eyes. This species of shark generally stays far out in the ocean but are attracted to vibrations. Mayor Palantine (Paul Sorvino), has approved a development on the Jersey Shore that includes underwater drilling thus drawing the albino bull sharks to shore on the 4th of July.
First kill in the movie is very JAWS like. A man out fishing on a small boat is attacked. Immediately, you can hear the squib hiss as blood comically pours and squirts from his neck and upper torso areas.
Things get crazy when there is a “misunderstanding” between the Guidos and the JS Blue Bloods or preppies we’ll call them. A friend of TC, Donnie, and Paulie goes missing after jumping in the water to escape the pursuing preppies. When he isn’t seen again and doesn’t return calls they become concerned and the entire JS gang takes matters into their own hands to find out what happened.
After they enter a restricted area the gang come across a human torso and then the fins begin sailing through the water right at them! A decision is made to steal a boat belonging to head preppie Bradford (Grant from Secret Life Of The American Teenager). Sharks are spotted so they begin lighting fireworks to toss at them. Donnie clumsily drops a lit firecracker into a bag full of them and consequently blows up the boat!
No one will believe them that Seaside Heights is crawling with the deadly creatures. 4th of July festivities begin and as Joey Fatone formerly of N Sync prepares to take the stage they try once more to make someone believe. Joey simply laughs in their face and takes the stage. Joey dedicates a song to all the ladies but before he even begins singing, a shark flies across the screen devouring him!!! Now people believe.
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You know, they used to just use Sheppard rods or a gong to get a bad act off stage…I’m for this…J/K…We love you Joey, ya’ crazy Italian Bastard!- Malice Psychotik
As we come upon the climax of the film, the sharks have banded together to take down the pier. Police start clearing everyone off but of course there are casualties. Brave TC runs out onto the pier where the drilling was being done and manages to shut off the drill. Immediately, the sharks begin heading back out to sea. Newscaster Vinny is excited to report that the Shore is once again safe. Just before a shark flies across the screen and eats him. RIP Vinny. The Shore won’t be the same without you.
My personal scoring of the film is 4 out of 5 top hats. It was very entertaining and kept my attention throughout the entire film. Remember, it’s a parody.
You should really go out and rent this if you can. It’s pretty good for a laugh and entertaining enough. Whether you love The Jersey Shore, Hate The Jersey Shore, or just plain want to see a shark movie…I’m sure you will love it. Stay tuned for more madness to come!
Until Next Time, My Freaky Darlings,
Malice Psychotik
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