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This here, it was the type of thing my friends and I had fantasized about for years; kicking off Saturday, October 15th, at noon, the Music Box Massacre, a 24-hour horror movie marathon—sort of an endurance challenge for depraved couch potatoes of the horror-fanatic variety. It was set up just like a horror cliché—the eccentric uncle who kicks off, leaving his inheritance to whatever family member can survive the night in his haunted
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For ages, mainstream culture has forced geeks into the closet—made to feel
ashamed of their love for comic books, their extensive knowledge of the science
fiction, horror and action B-universe and their awareness of inane,
insignificant celluloid factoids.
Classified as a substrata of Nerd genus but lacking the technical abilities,
computer knowledge, or any useful practical skills that would make their
characteristics
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A haggard, ratty, looking man with a pocked face and haunting stare laces his
fingers through a chain link fence, gazing hungrily at a young boy lost in a
daydream out the window. When the little boy accidentally falls into this leer
the old man snarls: “Yes, I’m looking at you,” crosses the walk, and enters the
building. The boy sends his brother to fetch a baseball bat and stands waiting
for the man, but a short while later, it
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