Tag: Rail

#7 BeBe Lyles

| November 7, 2010 | 0 Comments

Entertainment reporter Betsy Tremaine was freed from her network contract yesterday, following a disastrous bid to get an interview from Mourningstar guitarist Bebe Lyles.  Well-known for their pact of non-contact with the media, Martin d’Etoile’s bandmates carry security details that are simply legendary and follow intricate pre- and post-concert travel protocols to evade the paparazzi.  Obviously, any successful exchange with just ONE of them would make a music journalist’s career!  And this was apparently the rationale behind Ms. Tremaine’s failed undercover effort!  She hounded the band as a groupie for weeks, targeting the rumored tastes of the solemn axeman, Lyles, until – just three days ago, after Mourningstar sonically detonated Madison Square Garden – she finally got the backstage invite she’d …sacrificed…so much for.

Tremaine emerged from the tour bus of the self-dubbed “Satan’s Choir” completely bald, psychologically vacant and covered in ritualistic brands burned into her flesh!  She couldn’t speak to accomplishing an interview, but she DID recite a laundry list of journalistic ethics violations perpetrated in her quest FOR said interview.  Of course, we can’t repeat ANY of the acts constituting those violations, EVEN on cable – but they were all apparently at the hypnotic behest of Bebe, seen staring and – a FIRST – SMILING from the door of the bus as Tremaine stoically recounted the degenerate situations to which she subjected herself…all for NOTHING…

#6 Mad Daxta

| November 6, 2010 | 2 Comments

Quisling.  No other nomenclature suffices in reference to my former colleague of the sinister sobriquet, Mad Daxta!  Only the most base among us sour gifts for the general betterment by twisting them to tools for the satisfaction of desires best obscured in minds tranquilized in jailed cellars.  Surely you are familiar with the street lore accompanying this name, but, hear these words:  the reality of Daxta’s firmament in dark history is yet to be discovered except by we who faced him.  The power of rail transport we employ loosed the ego-wrought chains on this beast’s hunger for children.  Realization of abduction undetected empowered him to ACT!  And he did.  Granted free reign and sanctuary by the enemy, Mad Daxta rampaged, privileges all received in barter for intelligence on our methods, our roster and our base of operations.  The turncoat led point on the ambush of Grand Central, our extra-dimensional staging area, and he murdered his share of us and the Flagman as well.  With the enemy now returned, I sense that it was Daxta unleashed them again, and so I go now to seek him.  And to annihilate him.