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reforgingthesword:

Rot In Hell no longer appearing at Notts Thou/MOloch/RIH release gig on Saturday

Or HEVY fest, or Ensign in London/Manchester.

Apologies.

Part three of the Monster Hunter trilogy is out 16th August and I’m pretty fucking excited!!

I’ve been shot one hundred and fifty-three times. Stabbed, cut, or bit so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve been blown up, electrocuted, frozen, buried alive, set on fire, and was once hit by a train. I’ve fought in both world wars and a few others. I’ve killed men on all but two continents. I’ve killed monsters on them all. Other dimensions? Twice. I guess you can say I get around. Husband, father, grandfather, and now great-grandfather, I’ve seen whole generations come and go. I’ve loved, protected, and watched over my family, the Shacklefords, for decades. With a couple of notable exceptions, most of them have turned out pretty good. Which is important, because in the grand scheme of things, the Shacklefords are a very special bunch. This particular journal is not about them. I run Monster Hunter International, the best outfit in the business. You work for MHI for very long, and you’ll see some things. I’ve run into some of the weirdest beings in God’s creation and killed a whole mess of them. You wouldn’t believe the shit we’ve fought. There are a lot of innocent folks alive right now only because one of my Hunters stepped up and did what had to be done. The bravest men there have ever been look at me to be their leader, and that’s a humbling thing. But this journal ain’t about them, either. I’ve already written those things down. Now I need to focus on the hard part. This is the third journal I’ve attempted to write. If you are reading these words, then I can only assume that you know the truth about me. This book is about things I’d rather not share, things I’d rather have forgotten. But no one lives forever. I’m hoping that some of the things I’ve learned might help after I’m gone. A wise man once told me that we’re no smarter than the Hunters that came before us. The only reason we’ve got a clue is because those guys bothered to write stuff down. So here goes. I’m a werewolf. You’ve got no idea how remarkably hard that was to write. I stare at those words and want to tear the page out and burn the evidence. We tend to be a secretive bunch. See, I bear a curse. You learn to deal with it, or it deals with you. Crying about it won’t change a thing. Embracing it will destroy you. I have stared into the face of evil, and I’ve been the face of evil. I’ve done some bad things in my life. Good thing I’ve lived a long time because I’m still trying to even that score. Some folks would call it penance. I call it my job. I am a Hunter. I am a Monster. I was born Raymond Earl Shackleford Jr., son of the greatest Hunter who ever lived, in the year 1900. I’ve held many names since. Today they call me Harbinger.

POI….its working fine now. that’s the problem with intermittent faults! 

hallwaysofthealways:

At the Riverside. bring us tribute.

we are only playing cuts of our second studio output “it takes a nation of millions to hold us back”.

rot in hell are playing at Morriseys Riverside in Sheff on Friday.

Nate got shit when he played here with XbloodgreenX about 17 years ago and was subsequently banned from going to the 1 in 12.

Ian Wiles put his first gig on here with Area Effect and Imbalance about 16 years ago.

weird to be playing their again.

come down and have fun.

alaska are playing too.

the fat one from the legacy’s new band are playing too.