Review of "Everblack"

Alright you guys. I've noted that this blog so far has been all about personal things, so I'm going to stop that trend and use one of the other two things it was meant for: CD reviews.

As we know, The Black Dahlia Murder's 6th studio album "Everblack" Drops in stores on June 13th. However, I got it early thanks to preorder, so the plebeians who will be getting it 3 days from now, can suck it. However, I'm being kind and giving a review of the album, song by song, right now for the understanding and personal view of it, from the eyes or yours truly, Dr. Gungnir Blues.

So, what better place to start than the beginning, with the preorder package itself? Within the package came the album itself, an "Into The Everblack" T-shirt, and an evidence bag. Now I know what you're thinking, what the fuck gave with the evidence bag? Well, it's a promotional series that the band is doing, of which is a scavenger hunt for evidence for the murder of the members. I got the bag with the murder of Brian Eschbach, one of the guitarists and composer of TBDM (If I would have gotten Trevor's bag, I might have broken down). The bag contained a 12 gauge shotgun shell, a bloodied handkerchief (which I intend on wearing with my suit, by the way), a picture of the dead member, and a part of a note, most likely the key part of the murder case itself. My mother took to glaring at the picture and wondering what the hell is wrong with me, but hey, that's normal.

Now for the album itself, and for this, I'm listening to each song for the 3rd time as I review them.

The first song, "In Hell Where She Waits For Me" is an excellent example of the progress the band has made over the years that they have been playing. This is their 4th studio album where the intro song didn't serve as an introductory song (as opposed to the albums "Miasma" and "Unhallowed") This song shows of the style the band switched to in "Deflorate", with heavier guitars and very in your face riffs. 2 in a half minutes in is where I started headbanging, every fucking time. Because it's easy to get into. I must say, I enjoy where they went with the band. They've become heavier, and more talented, which is fucking beautiful, because that doesn't happen often. The guitar solo, laid down by Ryan Knight, although not very long, it hits the metalbone in everyone, the simplistic yet technical chords kinda say "Yo bitches, I came to lay down some sicknasty solos" Of which he does.  The song ends abruptly, causing a little bit of confusion but hey that's fine, which moves us on to the second song

Goat of Departure. That's what it's called. The second song on this album, I firmly believe, is an ode to metal's classic mascot, The Goat. We throw up the symbol at concerts, idolize it in religion, and sometimes raise them as friends and sources as milk. Well, The Black Dahlia Murder did a fucking song about them. But not quite. However, what's interesting about this song is the cheesy yet kickass chant of "six six six" about midway through the song. What also makes it interesting is that the chant is the lead into another short but this time more brutal guitar solo. The song is proooobably one of my least favorite on the album but it's an interesting prospect on taking something cheesy in the metal universe and using it to make a song better.

Now then, onto the title track, "Into The Everblack".... that was not intentional. The fans of The Black Dahlia Murder absolutely ate up this fucking song when it was first streamed. Myself included. I must say, this is what made the orgasm over the coming of this album so... ripe. This song fits the meta of the title track being the best thing on the album (except for my case because of my hard on for evil dead... that'll come soon) and it also gave us fans a chance to see that The Black Dahlia Murder was trying something.... amazing. This let us know that the band miiiiight be taking the chance to lead into Blackened Death Metal, which is showcased by kickass bands like Anaal Nathrakh. The bridge to this solo was amazing, the cries of the dying in the background made it a lot more Daemonic, which makes the solo even more beautiful. Ryan Knight laid down the dunkiest of solos, ripping shit to the melodramatic drum and bass background. After the solo the lyrics take a faster spin, bashing Christianity (always a fucking plus in my book) and at 3:35 I swear I caught whiplash. The riff there just, for some reason I love it. I can't explain it. After that it's just the kickass chorus again, concluding the title song on a really good foot.

Which leads me into my favorite song on the album: Raped in Hatred By Vines of Thorn. Jesus fuck that's a brutal title. This song just brought about one of the most easily exploitable hard-ons about me: Evil Dead. Yes, this song is about the tree rape scene in the original (and new, but Trevor confirmed this was based in the original) Evil Dead. The delivery on the chorus is top notch, the lyrics in the first verse personify the woods themselves rather nicely, instead of the staple 'you know she's fucked' kinda deal from the movie. This song also goes in depth to describe the rape itself, and the toll on the girl's body. Like, son of a bitch this song is actually perfect. "Behold the wrath, of the Necronomicon" is where I really get into it, because I love all lore dealing with the Necronomicon. This song (along with the band, I guess) does the one thing no man or woman has ever done... blame the stupid fucking people themselves for touching the Necronomicon instead of just, blaming fate or something stupid like that. Fuck, they touched it! along with the kickass solo, which goes more for technical brutality rather than brute.... brutality. Yeah whatever. It just goes back to the first chorus, ending off on a rolling note of the first riff. Which is beautiful.

The fifth song on the album (halfway there!) is called Phantom Limb Masturbation. Now, you must b wondering what Phantom Limb is. I learned about this through "John Dies at The End". Phantom Limb Syndrome is when an amputee can feel the missing limb and even feel as though they can act with it. However, this song isn't about jacking off with a missing right hand, it's about one mans... obsession with being amputated, and the lengths he would go to have to be operated on. I've realized that the song has a mini solo before the actual solo, which just begs for slow headbanging. After the solo the lyrics describe the lengths of amputation again, begging to be cut down to "perfect size" I'm not sure what that means, but I'm guessing it's just being a torso without limbs. And maybe the song title can be used to describe having no limbs, yet PLS'ing jacking off...? Fuck man I don't know. The song pans out with a kickass riff and the sounds of rain in the background, along with a train and... hammer strikes? Bringing the bill to song number six.

Control is an interesting song, as far as lyrics go. It's about a control freak gone to far. The first verse contains my favorite fucking lyric from the album, which is "Welcome to my nightmare feel free to make yourself at home." Shit is beautiful. Trevor also uses a very interesting word I will use in term of "whore" from now on, of which is "fuckdoll". Any way... the song itself is a very quick-styled song, kinda similar to "Den of the Piquerist" from Ritual. However, unlike "Den of the Piquerist" and "Death Panorama" (which is off of "Deflorate"), this song is approximately 2 and a half minutes long, with a bad ass full length solo.

Song 7. This is titled Blood Mine. This song could be equated with Vampirism, because of the description of consuming blood. However, it could also be allotted to cannibalism, but not so much. The song has a heavier, more brooding tone than the others, which is why it captivates me a little bit. I love the chorus because of the declarative tone Trevor takes when yelling "Blood Mine". Blood Mine is a song where Trevor gets a tad bit more into prose, making it more lyrically effective (The best in this category still Raped in Hatred by Vines of Thorn in my opinion) Uhh. Not much I can say more about this song since I've given why I enjoy it.

Song 8 goes to Every Rope a Noose. This song is more fast paced, but unlike "Control", its more full length. Truth be told, I don't quite like this song as much, but it seems like the kinda song where it'll grow on me. It gets me going, and I love the riffs employed, it's just, it didn't have the flair of the other songs at first. But hey, it's still a pretty good song. I think once I get to know it I'll like it a tad more. One thing I did particularly enjoy was the lead into the solo, and the solo itself. I have to say, probably one of the better solos laid down on this album. The piano pan out to the song was also pretty interesting and a different spin on the album.

Now we get to Their Beloved Absentee. This song starts with a somewhat happy chant in the background which increases in volume, then heavy as guitars from fucking nowhere, like good shit. I enjoy the drums in this song, their rhythm just kinda, helps you to feel it. Not to mention the fact that I have a best friend who plays drums. So yeah. Like I said, since I didn't feel captured by this song, I don't have much to say about this one either. However, I do have to say that I like the rhythm changes throughout, and the lyrics are dipped in classic Trevor prose more than the others. Wait a second. Through my 3rd listen of this song, I realized that they placed the solo very strategically. I mean, I didn't even expect it. It was like a guitar solo bitchslap and I liked it... whatever. The song is another one of those that grows on you. That tends to happen on their albums, it's perfectly normal.

Song 10. Map of Scars. The Last one on the album. This is a fucking great song to leave off on. I mean, people might say "hey what the fuck man, songs about cutting are for bitch bands and stuff herrderr" But, I'll defend here. The Black Dahlia Murder pretty much got to the meat and potatoes on the whole cutting thing. A pretty accurate description of a fair percentage of the situation. The song goes into description of two girls, quite possibly sisters, who both cut. These girls fuckdoll themselves out, drink, pop pills, all that shit. Their father is abusive and theur mother is negligent. I have to say, it's accurate. People who cut have one or more of these things backing the "affliction" I guess you can call it. (trust me guys, I have experience).
The reason I say this is the perfect song to end an album on is because it's a subject that is relatable to many people, especially in the metal community apparently, it kinda reminds the listeners of a refined mixture of "I Will Return" (From Deflorate) and "Blood in the Ink" (From Ritual) because of the ritualistic act and the kickass instrumental ending. Seriously, the song "Map Of Scars" kinda hit me in the face when I first heard it, because I says to myself "Holy fuckin shit this is the perfect way for a metalhead to understand cutting, because it's fucking accurate to the situation and it's just.... good. Like the song is fucking delicious."

Speaking of things being delicious, the entire album is fucking gold, and it's a kickass transition from Melodic Death Metal to Blackend Death Metal, should they choose to go that route, either way it's heavy as fuck. If I had to rate it as a musician, I'd have to give it a 9/10, as a fan, a 20/10, because this shit is fantastic, and I can't wait for more of their shit.

Stay tuned for a review of "Deceiver of The Gods." From Amon Amarth, the Viking Metal powerhouse. Sadly I didn't preorder this because money, but I will get it, you bet your asses.

A Revival

So... long time no see.

It's been a while, I know I've been a bit of a slacker (underemphasis...) but hey, I'm back and I'm badder than ever. Seeing as though I've been busy with my radio show, my classes (which I'm kickass major ass in apparently), amongst other things, I haven't posted on here. But consider this a revival. So, let's open our mouths and revive this! (Protomen reference is Protomen reference.)

First off, I have some shit to rip on:

Team Fortress II:

I started playing this game again recently, and I have to say I've fallen in love all over again. I was playing Mann vs Machine mode and it was a wicked good time. Although you get the occasional asshats who fuck up and do it wrong, of course fucking up your whole game, but usually the Team Fortress community is good about Mann vs Machine, and you have a generally good time. That's all on that.

The Game Fucking Hates You:

Blogging about my own Let's Play... Yes, I'm that meta my friends. Well, although I took an extended break from it and I should feel wicked terrible about it, I ave picked up my slack and have decided to hop back on the ball on that one. (I would've done it tonight but I had an appointment, sorry loyal fans, I fucked up once more.) It's been a fun ride of madness about Expert Emerald, and I'm hoping to reach to point where I can do 20 minute vidya's so I don't have to stop in weird spots (Or, am less likely too.)

Okay, now comes the big reviews...

The Coheed and Cambria Afterman Albums:

Well. Here goes nothin.

Me personally, I favor the Ascension album. This is an unpopular opinion apparently, but hey, it's mine and I'm sticking to it. I personally favor it because of the Key Entity Extraction songs. Yes, I know, Key Entity Extraction V: Sentry The Defiant is on Descension, I heard that a million times, but, I still feel like Ascension is better. It got into the story of Sirus Amory pretty damn good (even though Descension did too) but, Ascension got into the sort of, sibling rivalry that Sirus had with Domino. And then I really enjoyed the Rhythm of Holly Wood the Cracked. And pretty much all of the songs on Ascension. Although.... I have to say, Dark Side of Me and Number City were amazing songs too, I have to say. All in all, I loved both of them, but I still like Ascension more than Descension. Sorry guys, it's just my opinion.

Now for the BIGGER review!

The New Kamelot Album - Silverthorn:

Silverthorn... oh Silverthorn. I came upon the lovely Silverthorn in Newbury Comics for a mere 16 bucks. You might think, oh, a mere CD for 16 bucks, oh Bropei you crazy, but, deal with this feel: It was the limited edition box set. Now, I was under the impression that I'd never see the limited edition Silverthorn let alone own it. Let alone for more than half the average asking price. The limited edition Silverthorn comes with a few nice things: It's the CD, the Instrumental CD (which had two extra songs, mind ye folk), a story book (which we'll talk about in a bit) AND a poster of the band, which by the way is really cool. The model on the album art is probably one of the most attractive women I've ever seen, the album itself is masterpiece and probably their best. It was pretty feelsy once you got a hang of the story by listening to the songs, but once you read the included story book, good Odin is it dark...
Now the story book took me by surprise. I thought it was merely going to be a picture book with very few words, but, it was a full fledged story with all the good story elements we all know and love. It got dark really quickly. There was no real 'Happy Period' to look at. Nope. Not even once. Straight to the nitty gritty within the first two pages, and that was good, I liked it. However, we're talking of the music. The music itself was within power metal roots, with powerful vocals and fast paced instruments and such, and it still embedded a message too. It's a wonderful thing.

Well. My reviewing power has been shortened, but hey, whatever. It's totally fine!

So, as per usual, you know this is The End Complete, and you guys can comment below with stuff you want reviewed, or talked about, or whatever have you. Well. Au Reviour!

A Grim Reality.

   Hey all.
So I figure, now that I've told the important people, now the world can now what is now bugging me. But first of all. Fuck you. Yep, I said it. Why, you ask? Merely because every single one of you probably have thought at least once that I live a cushy golden life. Well I don't. To keep things simple, I might not be able to have classes next semester. Reason being is that there is a 2 thousand dollar plus financial hold on my account or whatever, and since I can't pay a 2000 dollar lump sum, guess who might be fucked? It goes to show that no matter how much intellect you have, if you don't have the money to back it up, you're not doing anything with your life apparently. I mean, there are a lot of dumb people going to school, and how, you ask? Because their mommies and daddies have the money to put them through it. I mean, just look at our former president George W Bush. Guy was a fucking dumbass right? How'd he go to school? Money, you guys. I must say, this America place has built itself up to be the so-called "Land of Opportunity." I would care to call bullshit. If we really had opportunity, I wouldn't see so many young, smart individuals dropping from school because of money. My friends wouldn't tell me that my money issue is "normal" and I "may have to drop for a semester". Like what? I know you guys are my friends, but, do you know what I've gone through? Take one of the silly, stuck up fucks with money and place him in my shoes. My childhood itself would break them. Along with that, I've made promises to the dead (they were living when I made set promises) that I  can't turn back on, so I can't simply drop. But hey, if I can't get the 2k, that shit is useless.. Because economy don't give a fuck bout promises, intellect, or determination right? Sigh. Enough bitching from me, because it's not worth it.

    Okay. So, the New Year is ringing around. And before it hit 12, I got my first fucking Pentakill in League of Legends. God damn it felt good man. Also, I don't know what else to blog, so this on will be short...

Remember this is The End Complete here on Blogger, the personal Blog of Jason T Johnson, aka DJ Gungnir, Gungnir, Bropei Iori, Protoman, etc,etc. If you want anything blogged about just let me know somehow, I'll most likely listen because I'm a cool guy like that. Love you <3

Not so terrible reflection

     Alright! Guess who's back guys! So the whole 2012 thing was a bust, so I'm gonna post about what I promised on Facebook: The Chicken Fry. Honestly, I don't know how the fuck this thing came into existence, and I don't want to know, but it happened. Well, it's story is this...:
     My good friend Michael Thomas and I were hanging out at the mall, and my Bro Nestor comes along. Before we left, he forced money into our hands to get some food. First thought, Popeyes. So we go, get some chicken wraps and fries. I finish my wrap because I eat like a wolf for gods sakes, so I pour the fries onto the bag my wrap came in so I could eat them THEN FUCKING BAM THIS:

    This is the ChickenFry. The once in a lifetime food that pops up when popeyes "chefs" Don't get all of the chicken from the fryers, then get some fries. This is two fries attached to a small piece of chicken, actually rather hilarious at first sight. Now that it was in my belly and probably ejected by nature, it's not so impressive, but hey, it existed thus it a thing. To be honest, I hope I get another one, because it was really good, but hey, a boy can only dream. 

     Alrighty then. Moving past that... I'd like to take a moment to fulfill a request by my good friend Andreas, to talk about Andreas. Well, in a nutshell, probably one of the most outrageous friends I've ever had. He was technically my mentor for bass guitar, almost broke my back once, he was an inspiration for me now usual antics, and most of all, he knew how to have a good time in all the wrong ways. Speaking of wrong, let's go to chem class in my 10th grade year. This man brought waffles to class. Myself, he and a mutual friend Lucien, snacked on these. Then I felt funny. Not funny haha but funny weird. I asked what was in the waffles and he said special stuff... well then. Also, we made tin foil pokemon. Example is here.... or not. Can't find it but in short we made a Geodude, a Pikachu, and a Pidgey (or indiscriminate bird). It was pretty fun too, because even though we were all high on waffles, our teacher didn't give a fuck, because he was geeking on his meds. I have nothing more to say in regards to Andreas, but he's a kickass guy.

Now for SHAMELESS SELF PROMO TIME! Well, CamStudio was fixed for me, so I'm happy to announce that my friend Merric and I have started our playthrough of Katawa Shoujo. Or, more so, my playthrough with him halping me. Hopefully this means that I can do my Megaman II LP soon :D Like I said, hopefully. I have winter radio shows starting on New Years Day on Tuesdays at 4oclock to 6oclock or further if I fucking please. Other things include I got my shit required for art so yeah. Also, I've been very happy lately, so that's good.

This is a shorter post, but they shouldn't be this short much longer. Umm, Remember this is The End Complete run by me, Gungnir, who is also known is Bropei Iori. Remember to drop comments and shit regarding requests and things you'd like to see blogged about. Alrighty then. I'm probably gonna go either play League of Legends or just... listen to more Dimmu Borgir. kbai.

A Terrible Fate...

"You've been met with a terrible fate, haven't you...?" 

We all remember the Happy Mask Salesman, right? The creepy guy from Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, who made his first appearance in Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I liked the guy, but he told of a grim end in Majora's Mask. You, the hero, had 3 days to retrieve a magical mask that the little imp Skull Kid had stolen from him, or else the moon would crash into the earth and slaughter all / demolish Hyrule as you knew it. Mmkay, well, we also all know about the world supposedly ending on the 21st, correct? Here's my personal piece on it...

If, by chance, I do die that day, I'd like to say I've lived a very successful life for my current placement on fair Midgaard. I got to be a kickass Radio DJ, a Writer although I may never get to publish my novel, I have a wonderful girlfriend at the moment, I had good friends too. I completed a semester of college with passing grades, which, I say is more than my predecessors got to do, and I've gotten to almost be at peace with myself... almost. Through all of the good things I've gotten to do, there are still some things I regret. I still consider myself a monster to society, but it's fine, none of you fine folk need to know my sins. But do know there is blood upon these hands that types this. 

Enough about my personal bullshit, here's some more current things. I've been on a website called terriblefate.com, and it's something of a time counter until midnight Thorsday, where the clocks would shift to the 21st and thus, the Day of Death. When you first log into the charming little site, you get your taste of Majora's Mask. An eerie sound starts and in the background of it resonates Skull Kid's laugh, except at a low pitch, almost like a small giggle, although still evil. There is nothing to do on the site but wait as time counts down, with Majora's Mask in the background. On the bottom, the quote above: "You've met with a terrible fate..." sits in pretty letters. Yes, I'm a guy and I just said the word pretty. What the fuck ever. I also forgot to mention the thunder when you first log in, but it's a low rumble, so it shouldn't scare anyone. As you hang around, waiting for Death, chilling but calming music plays in the background. My mother called it "creepy apocalypse music." I think that's what the creator of this site was going for, so excellent job. In my personal opinion, I wish, if there really was an end, that it was something I could fight, like the demon I once dealt with in my early years as a Researcher of the Paranormal and Supernatural. Then, I'd be an active force in stopping this, because the sum'bitch is stealing my thunder. 

But enough about Terriblefate.com, which I do encourage you to visit before the 21st, and even directly before Friday to see if any changes come about at midnight Thorsday. Now, something came up when I was browsing the internet and talking to my dear friend Franklin, and it's the whole Sandy Hook shooting thing. Okay, here's my piece: What the fuck world? Here I am instantly calling insanity case because it's logical fucking sense, and then there's this cock-on-face in the UK saying it's the fault of Dynasty Warriors? What? I'd like to thank AlphaOmegaSin for being my way of finding this out, if you do read this, keep up the amazing work you do broski, in the words of Junpei, You Da Man. But, back to my spheal, Dynasty Warriors is a game set in Feudal China, more particularly speaking, the Three Kingdoms Era. Before Guns, you fucktard. If you really want to slam Koei then go for Samurai Warriors. They had guns, but only two characters in particular used them and it still doesn't make any fucking sense because one of them wouldn't have killed himself since he wanted complete control of Japan (Masamune Date) and the other one would've been too busy either fucking mass amounts of women or being a mercenary for just causes to shoot up a bunch of little babykids (Magoichi Saika) so piss the fuck off Britain! At least the Americunts that blamed Mass Effect got it semi right in the ideal of guns, but Shepard was too busy saving the fucking universe or getting laid to contemplate shooting kids, so you fucking detective wannabes can suck on a sack of dicks too. If you really want something to blame, blame yourselves. That's right, yourselves. We live in a society where people outright shun one another for no particular reason, and that can drive most people to insanity in  it's own. I for one give no fucks, being a misanthrope and all, but other people can be really fucking hurt by society now a days, and it's really easy to be hurt especially with dickheads on the internet. It's also easy to hide one's emotions as well, so you never really know who the fucked up ones are until the straw that breaks the camel's back sends the camel on a fucking rampage. To end this little rant off, my heart goes out to the parents of these children that passed. I tried not to say anything on account of knowing I'm not exactly the type of guy that parents would really want saying sorry, but I am. I'm sick of bullshit like this, and I really hope the parents stay strong.

Another thing that's been pissing me off for the past few days, The Westboro Baptist Church... Are you guys fucking serious? I try my damndest not to be judgmental but you fucks just beg the line to be redrawn. You tried to picket the funerals of those innocent lives lost? On what basis? Children... little babykids... although children may bother me, annoy me, rip my favorite tee-shirts (that's a thing... man that was a sad day), or just, in general cause me to feel angry... I always feel love for children. Why? Because I know they have the potential to see my dying dream realized... So, Westboro Baptist Church shall be receiving a letter from me at earliest availability with my displeasure at this heinous act, as well as their other atrocities. I don't  count them as a Christian church. I may be against the Christian mythos but, I know them. I've lived with them and loved them even though I'm a Heathen (In the Odinist sense of the word) and I know that is not how they'd act. So, that's it on that, before I drive myself off the deep end.

One last topic, and it's shameless self promotion. Is this is not to be my last document, and should this whole end of the world thing be one big fucking hoax like the other ones, then I'll be starting up Winter Ragnarok on Tuesday, December 25th, as your Christmas gift from me, with some pretty brutal shit. Also, I'm currently working on typing up some short stories from the arc of first novel (which I'm also typing up) to second novel (which is in the works ;D) from the Raven Series. Uhh, other than that I plan on starting up an art thing pretty soon, not gonna dirty my hands with digital because I wouldn't know what the fuck I'm doing, so I'll stick with pencil and paper for now. Online D&D campaign starting soon for any interested. Uhh... Song covers may pop up soon on my personal youtube channel on the I'll Beat Cha Oss youtube channel, many things, many things. Umm, If you play League of Legends or have Steam my account name is Necroanimus for both. Other interesting things include my campaign for a Bass, and future reviews of many things upon this blog provided I don't die. 

Now then... to something else... If this is to be my last document, and should someone somehow find this, I want it to be known that... in all honesty... I really hope for a revolution. Not just in a country like how Russia, or Syria, or Egypt, or America revolted... no. A revolution as a whole. I've spent a lot of time in my head for the past week, so I've been a little off, but I want this revolution... I want the human race to be able to be past their own flaws, especially their ease of judgement. Vanessa, if you're reading this you get what I mean by that, hopefully since I think I explained it to you. This revolution should be one that brings humanity closer to being a whole, instead of this foolish and hurtful division... but, should you all achieve a revolution of the soul. I can't be there for it. I simply can't. I know I don't judge and I know I'm the one who wants this, but, I've simply committed too many sins to be able to walk among that form of society, so I'd become a wanderer, to walk a lone road n my own, but, to that effect, although I really hope it does happen, I'm almost sure it won't...

So, I think that's about it for my first blog post. Pay attention for links to my fan pages and my twitter for more personal views on me, remember to ask any and all questions and give me topics to review in regards to video games, current events, anything having to do with metal, and anything you thing would be kickass for me to talk about on here. Remember, stay safe, this is The End Complete on Blogspot with your taste of me on any day I damn well please. Thanks for taking the time to read this and if not:

TL;DR: I raged at shit, got emotional over other shit, and promoted lots of my personal shit.

Be on the lookout for more things on here. Goodnight~