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For All The MORBID-RAGE that's fit to print (MbS Catalogue)

For All The MORBID-RAGE that’s fit to print (MbS Catalogue)

 

MOST OF ALL

By The Grim Reverend Steven Rage

 

Right Now:

        Scarecrow was on his way home from his weekly PTSD group therapy session when he saw the lights flashing and the siren sound.

The cop that pulled him over was the homeliest female Scarecrow had ever seen. She looked like she’d have 5 o’clock shadow at noon. Her eyes were both the same shape (round) and color (brown), but only the one eyeball seemed to track Scarecrow. And the police officer did not say anything. She just stood there with her hand on the butt of her Gloch and stared hard.

“Did I do something wrong, officer?” he asked her. She responded by tugging the gun free from its hip holster with one fluid motion and shooting Scarecrow between his shirt-button eyes.

A mushroom cloud of wet straw erupted from the right side of Scarecrow’s stuffed head and splattered the passenger door window, sticking there.

With a wicked smirk she insisted to the deader n dog-dirt Scarecrow: “There is no God but Allah…”

 

A Few Years Back:

The Apache swooped down to the Afghani poppy fields. Scarecrow saw women and children scraping ooze from the round orbs.

Scarecrow considered his Lt. with a sneer. They both knew the score. But following orders is the soul of soldiering, so they finished the sweep of the adjacent valley. Finding nothing of interest the Apache banked a turn, heading back from whence they came. The soldiers inside began to lock n load as the bird evened out.

The pilot waited for the Lt. to give the go ahead. She hit ‘play’, getting low enough to finger a gopher’s asshole. Their war-song, ‘Drowning Pool’s”: ‘Bodies’ filled the valley, loud enough to rattle Scarecrow’s popcorn kernel dental work. The music was supposed to stop the enemy with a demon’s dread, but mostly it was just good mood-music for combat.

Scarecrow primed himself at the edge of the copter, leaning out a touch, surveying the fast moving ground for Bad Guy. The Apache’s gas-propelled Harvester armaments were hot and trained for a strafing run. They flew over the poppy fields and all the dead women and children. They lay broken upon the rocks, their red life blackening and caking beneath a quiet, careless sun.

Scarecrow regarded the Lt. “Your turn, ‘Crow,” he ordered, “Time for harvest.”

Scarecrow nodded. His strong bull’s heart hammered soundly in his straw-filled chest. His hands steadied, his vision narrowed and he saw Bad Guy.

The Apache, still low, came quickly upon three running for the hills. Suddenly, the cheekiest of the three monkeys turned. He hurled religious insults, racial slurs and a sturdy stream of bullets from his garage-sale AK-47.

The Harvester launched a chewing thresher at him. It shredded Bad Guy like so much newsprint. The kibbles & bits & bits blew out and up and floated in the hot, still air. It hung there for a moment before becoming a fleshy, soggy wet ticker-tape parade.

They dropped their weapons and raised hands high in surrender. Scarecrow stepped off the lander. His palms were forward in a ‘no harm’ gesture. Scarecrow smiled his most charming smile. A rusty chain slinked out behind him. The two captives smiled nervously as the straw-man neared. He unsheathed a miniature sickle. It had a wicked concaved curve. Strong, multi-folded layers of steel enabled the sickle to puncture a car door and skin grapes. There was a hole in the center of the handle.

Scarecrow freed it from the scabbard on his back. It whistled in a sharp upward arc, stopping only when it bit and stuck in the hard boned ribcage. Bad Guy’s countenance turned to alabaster.

Scarecrow clipped the chain’s hooked end securely to the eye-hole of the sickle. The man toppled to the dirt.

The Apache rose, dragging him. He seemed to be re-animated as he was borne up until there was an inch or two of air below his tippy-toes. The Apache hovered there as the soldiers had them a spate of crossbow practice.

The remaining prisoner was shaking uncontrollably as Scarecrow approached him.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Indicating his arrow bestrewn comrade twisting as each arrow hit him. “Some fun, right?”

The prisoner turned to Scarecrow and replied, “Huh?”

“Fuckn knew it, bro,” smiled Scarecrow, “Where you really from?”

The prisoner shook his head in denial. But Scarecrow knew that wasn’t just English, but in fact, American English so he grabbed the prisoner’s scrotum and tugged.

“Fuck!” spat the faux Afghani in perfect American.

“Try again,” encouraged Scarecrow.

“Liberty,” he stammered, “Kansas.”

“A very long way from Auntie Em’s farm,” noted Scarecrow. “So, what’s a corn-fed Midwesterner doing in this god-forsaken pile of rubble?”

“There is no God but Allah,” the prisoner began.

Scarecrow finished: “And Mohammed is His prophet. Yeah, I got it, I got it. But did either give you leave to slaughter those innocents?”

“Th- th-“

Scarecrow stuck his sidearm into the prisoner’s eyeball, popping the lens out. Bad Guy began to scream, so Scarecrow simply grunted a quick tug and the prisoner’s reproductive system came free as a whole. Just like scooped-out catfish guts.

The prisoner was unconscious as Scarecrow rifled his pockets and found an expired driver’s license. The prisoner was actually a Dorie Gale, from Liberal, Kansas. The photo beheld a cleaner cut version of the dying man.

Scarecrow unhooked the human piñata. He was left to rest in peace and fuck bloody all those promised virgins waiting anxiously in the Virgin Promised Land.

Scare crow rode the chain back up to the awaiting Apache.

 

Return To Now:

The cop finished the mantra: “And Muhammed is His prophet, peace be unto him.” She holstered her weapon and retrieved the spent shell which had skittered and spun to a stop nearby.

Sgt. Dorothy Gail absently scratched at where her reproductive organs used to be. She leaned down into Scarecrow’s car window, staring at his dead face. Mice began evacuating the driver’s body, pulling some straw stuffing out as they egressed.

And in a mock whimpering pout, Dorothy told Scarecrow: “And I think I’ll miss you most of all.”

 

END

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~ A DIRTY SHAMEFUL DEVIL OF A SECRET…
Something that two men share. A legacy that will shock you to your very core. One that is created not out of madness, but of the purest desire. Take a vivid journey into the mind of the killer and his biggest fan. Do you believe in evil? See the knife plunge. Lap at the wounds. Do you still? There is no rational meaning or pretty words that will hide away the darkness that the words of this found journal creates. Inside is the real truth. And it can set you free. Watch all you want. Taste what you dare not have. But once you see, you are in collusion. Keep reading and the guilt will stain. No longer can you feign innocence. The change is as permanent as it is wretched. Perhaps you should just walk away. This shit right here is a MorbidbookS blunt. You dig?
5.0 out of 5 stars Fantastic First Book!, June 3, 2014
This review is from: Legacy (Kindle Edition)
This is not a genre that I normally read, so keep that in mind as you read the review. This is a great book! The character evolution is nicely paced, and the book itself keeps you guessing from beginning to end. I’m looking forward to reading more stories from Michael Noe!
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Legacy, June 5, 2014
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This review is from: Legacy (Kindle Edition)
Really enjoyed reading this book. I was excited to find out there will be a second part hopefully real soon.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Slicing and Dicing, July 19, 2014
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This review is from: Legacy (Kindle Edition)
loved it!! it was gory and bloody and traumatizing!!! not for the faint of heart but totally worth the read. If you’re looking for a good slasher book to read, look no further!
4.0 out of 5 stars Family Values Done Right!, October 29, 2014
This review is from: Legacy (Kindle Edition)
Michael Noe GOES THERE. Legacy is a series of journals written by a mysterious killer who likes shopping at Wal-Mart and drinks blood from his victims’ wounds. The brutal recountings of how and why he kills are rather disturbing and leave nothing to the imagination. And this is a good thing, folks! Remember that you’re reading a slasher novel.

The story flowed and was consistent. Maintaining a steady pace throughout, and not going overboard on descriptive filler, I didn’t find any boring parts and also didn’t think it was too short at just over 100 pages.

The influences from Richard Laymon and Edward Lee and evident here and well used.

I had to step outside of my own comfort zone to read this one, but I’m glad I strayed from what I know for long enough to read this. It was refreshing to see this kind of madness on the pages of a book, but in such a controlled and thoughtful way. It was a little American Psycho, a little Blood Games by Richard Laymon, and just an all around fun time that you might feel a little guilty about having. Four stars for someone who isn’t a slasher enthusiast, but no doubt five stars for someone who is.

5.0 out of 5 stars Dark, violent and stylish debut., December 16, 2014
This review is from: Legacy (Kindle Edition)
Legacy, a dark and unflinching dip into the murderous mindset, is a brilliant and focused debut from author, Micheal Noe.
Told in the form of journals, this short, sharp and nasty work really gets under the skin, in it’s portrayal of madness and it’s corrosive effect on the psyche.
I’ve always loved stories written in this form. It gives the work a real intimacy, and when utilized properly, it can produce some startling effects. Noe understands that to delve into the mind of evil, you have to go dark, yet maintain that accessibility. He walks the line very well.
The influences are clear, Richard Laymon among them, yet Noe finds his own voice amidst the chaos. Legacy is a love letter to splatterpunk horror, and something more…it’s a wide-eyed look at a psychopath, told with a keen brutality and real edge.
Slasher fans and fans of real life crime will love it every bit as much as those of us who revel in splatterpunk. It’s dark, gory, mean-spirited, and has a plot that draws the reader into the narrators mad, mad world, and leaves you wanting more.
A great debut.
5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars, February 23, 2015
This review is from: Legacy (Kindle Edition)
Legacy is a GREAT book!!! Had to keep reading it! Mr. Noe has a talent for writing!!!
 
 

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