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Evil Dead Game Sequel Confirmed By Bruce Campbell
An anonymous reader writes "Bruce Campbell mentions a new Evil Dead videogame due out in spring 2005 in a recent interview over at AICN. Asked whether there's going to be an Evil Dead 4 movie or not, he concludes 'So, I don't know. I mean, no one's gonna weep if there isn't... I mean, look! We've got these Evil Dead games coming out left and right. The new one's coming out next year, next Spring. I did the voice for it for Cranky Pants.' Looks like Cranky Pants Games are internal developers for THQ, working on an 'unannounced third-person action game shipping on the PlayStation 2 and Xbox consoles in early 2005', probably the Evil Dead game - I hope they do a better job than developers Vis Entertainment did on Evil Dead: Fistful of Boomstick!" THQ's first Evil Dead title, Evil Dead: Hail To The King, wasn't rated too positively either, so hopefully this new game should be an improvement.
I still can't believe what happened to me.
December 25th 1999 is a day I will never forget.
That is the day my mother raped me for the first time.
(Merry fucking Christmas you bitch!)
I mean it was just cruel and sick and nasty.
There is no excuse, no rational explanation for her behavior.
It wasn't just that she raped me, it was how she did it, the utterly despicable way she went about it.
I guess I'm getting ahead of myself a little.
To understand you have to go back a year to the events just before Christmas 1998.
Let me start at the beginning.
My dad died when I was 14.
My mom and I struggled to put ourselves back together.
For 2 years we leaned on each other for support, because we had nobody else.
My mom is really young; she had me when she was still in high school.
In some ways she was more like a big sister or best friend to me than a mom.
We laughed and played together, had tickle fights, and talked for hours.
Sometimes she would just hang out in my room and read or watch tv.
I guess on some level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long time.
I just did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures.
I found a crate in our attic with around 20 old Penthouse magazines.
Upon closer inspection I realized the centerfold was my mom!
The date on the mag was about a year after I was born.
She was the same age then, that I am now.
As I looked at this beautiful, big titted, blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard.
Page after page of my mom's mouth watering tits, bald pussy, and wicked little smile made me want to fuck her.
But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable ass that sealed her fate.
I.
Had.
To.
Have it.
I fantasized about licking it, sticking my face as far inside it as I could, and just sniffing it, sleeping, warm and safe and secure with my lips pressed against it.
I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her cum and pant and scream my name.
But most of all I wanted to fuck my mom's sweet ass hard.
To peel it open and hold her down and pound it, to ram it and rip it open.
A small part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle and beg - just a little.
For a while I became obsessed with Susan.
I loved her yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her.
I guess I kind of lost control and sort of seduced and pressured my mom into giving up her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck her pussy.
At the time I thought that was the greatest night of my life.
I convinced her to let me take her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club, and got her drunk.
We even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each other.
But when we got home, she refused to have sex with me.
I had to persuade her, to explain that if she did not give herself to me I would just rape her anyway.
Finally we made a deal.
Consensual Anal sex, for a guarantee that I would leave her cunt alone.
Clearly she did not like it, but she did (reluctantly) agree.
Susan let me fuck her ass, helped me tear her up.
Her butt juice was so warm and wet, and tangy.
She grunted and squealed so prettily, in such a lady-like manner that I fell even deeper in love with my mom.
That was our first time together, and I thought the beginning of a special, tender love.
In the months that followed my mother withdrew from me.
She claimed that I had raped her!
That our love was not consensual.
I felt really bad about the misunderstanding, and did everything I could to repair our relationship.
As 1999 rolled along I thought that I had.
Boy was I wrong.
Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author.
She accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and visited the numerous free sites that I post stories to.
I had written about our true love and how I had fucked her sweet ass during Christmas of 1998.
I guess the whole issue of rape
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