#The Rocky Horror Extortion

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One time when I was like 8 or so, I recreated the Rock Afire Explosion with play-doh, A shoebox, And Figures that Didn’t Even Match. All I remember is that I made Looney bird THIS THING in a white glob of play doh with a purple play doh ribbon on it. I called it Cool Kids Pizza

I am trying to find any photos of it.

I call this abomination "The Rocky Horror Extortion"

[hskinhome]

hey, could i get a shufflemancy for my canon as dammek? maybe one for what kind of a person i was like, and one for the state of my relationships? i'm working off of breadcrumbs here

I’m on it! I’ll do what kind of person you were first, and then the state of your relationships! It’ll be under the cut as well!

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Judas / Lady Gaga

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In the most Biblical sense (Ew, ew)

I am beyond repentance

Fame hooker, prostitute, wench vomits her mind

But in the cultural sense

I just speak in future tense

Judas, kiss me, if offenced

Or wear ear condom next time

I wanna love you

But something's pulling me away from you

Jesus is my virtue

And Judas is the demon I cling to

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You betrayed someone close to you despite wanting to stay loyal to them. It’s possible this betrayal was out of your control, and you were extorted to committing it. After you betrayed them, you became a vastly different person, committing to your sins and never going back. Mod Meu pulled Judas, as I was having difficulty finding a song that worked with your question. Mod Eridan also pulled Needs by Verzache, another song that deals with betrayal.

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Dammit Janet / Rocky Horror Picture Show Cast

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The river was deep but I swam it (Janet)

The future is ours so let's plan it (Janet)

So please don't tell me to can it (Janet)

I've one thing to say and that's

Dammit, Janet, I love you

The road was long but I ran it (Janet)

There's a fire in my heart and you fan it (Janet)

If there's one fool for you then I am it (Janet)

I've one thing to say and that's

Dammit, Janet, I love you

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This gives a peek into your relationships before the betrayal mentioned above. You were deeply in love with someone, going to great lengths (metaphorically and possibly literally) for them to prove your affection. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with them, but the universe had other plans. Another thing to consider is that in the context of RHPS, this number shows how bland and repetitive heteronormative relationships are before Brad and Janet are thrust into a world of debauchery. Considering the previous song, I’d keep that in mind.

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I hope these help you, and let me know if they do!

[dungeonsandsquirrels]

Those filthy Redbrands

Continuing their exploration, they met a number of notable inhabitants who shared a wealth of information most rather troubling. 

In the shadow of the Redbrands' tyranny, the once-peaceful town of Phandalin lay in turmoil, its inhabitants living in fear of the ruthless bandits who preyed upon them with impunity. Whispers of their atrocities echoed through the streets, tales of extortion and violence casting a dark pall over the once-thriving community. 

Amidst the chaos, our heroes stumbled upon a grim revelation—the disappearance of a local woodsman and his family, snatched away by unseen hands in the dead of night. Determined to uncover the truth, they sought out clues amidst the whispers of the townsfolk, piecing together fragments of information that hinted at a sinister plot lurking in the shadows. 

 Their search led them to a young boy, hesitant and fearful, yet burdened with knowledge that could tip the scales in their favor. Through compassion and persuasion, they won his trust, providing him with the means to conceal his identity as they delved deeper into the heart of darkness. 

With the boy as their guide, they ventured into the wilderness, following the trail of breadcrumbs left behind by the kidnappers. Through dense underbrush and winding paths, they pressed onward, their determination unwavering in the face of adversity. 

And then, amidst the tangled foliage, they stumbled upon a path that leads down to a rocky quarry, situated beneath the town’s manor. 

In the depths of the rocky quarry, our heroes found themselves confronting a dark entity shrouded in mystery—a sinister presence that eluded their grasp, slipping away into the depths of the forbidding structure above. Undeterred by the unknown, they pressed onward, their resolve unyielding as they delved deeper into the heart of darkness that lurked within. 

As they ventured forth, they stumbled upon a grim tableau—a cadre of Redbrands, their nefarious deeds laid bare for all to see. Amongst their ranks stood skeletons, silent sentinels of death that bore witness to the horrors that had unfolded within these walls. 

But amidst the chaos and despair, a glimmer of hope emerged—a trio of human commoners, imprisoned and oppressed by the cruel hand of fate. Mirna Dendrar and her two teenage children, Nars and Nilsa, bore the scars of tragedy, their lives forever altered by the machinations of the Redbrands. 

With righteous fury burning in their hearts, our heroes confronted the villains who had wrought such suffering upon the innocent. Blades clashed, spells crackled through the air, and amidst the chaos of battle, the fate of Phandalin hung in the balance. 

And then, in a moment of unexpected heroism, Mirna emerged from the shadows, her blade striking true against the final Redbrand who stood poised to deliver a killing blow. 

With Mirna and her children safely escorted from the manor's grim confines, our heroes turned their attention to the next leg of their journey—the search for Agatha, as tasked by Sister Garaele. With resolve in their hearts and determination in their steps, they set forth into the unknown, guided by the whispers of the wind and the promise of adventure that lay ahead. 

[volgotha]

Holy shit I just read your text post I'm so sorry! How are people so easily sold on bullshit??? What happened that lead up to all that?

Okay, strap yourself in. I’m only typing this mess up once more and then I’m never mentioning it again as long as I live. I’m not going to tag it with anything relevant either so once its posted, i’m letting it get lost in the sea of reblogs. Here we go, warning; this is gon be long.

In 2006 I went to college. From 2006 to 2009 I hung out with 5 friends and my bf at the time, Andre. It was in 2007 that we started to poke our heads into the 2C11 room (the clubspace room). Matt and his best friend Jogn Carlo started coming with us to Rocky Horror, a thing only myself and two of my 5 friends would do together, along with ppl they knew from their old highschool. By 2009, we had formed a big gang of friends from the clubspace, and we all started going to movies and sushi together. One of my friends organize panels for Otakuthon, where we’d all meet up.      

But in 2009, two of the 5 ppl I hung out with had a falling out. They stopped being friends. One went to university, the other was around for one more year then she went to university in 2010. That’s when the old group began to change from a family to a clique: In 2010 new members joined the club, and became new staples in the old group–most importantly, a guy named Tin.

It used to feel like a big family, but when the new semester started in September 2010 and new members flooded the club, everything changed. Tin instantly gave me a strange feeling in my gut, like there was something off abt him I couldn’t articulate. Shannon was dating Alex, the then club president, who stepped down in disgrace after I and one of those 5 friends went to the student union to complain abt him being the Harvey Weinstein of the club,. He wanted to permanently ban her from the club bc that summer when he was making a shitty youtube movie, he asked her out and she said no. The only reason he stepped down is bc I helped her take it to the student union and took him down. So when 2010 came along, Tin swooped in and became Alex 2.0, and when I warned ppl abt him they didn’t listen.

Fast forward a year to 2011, and the shitstorm happens; My mom had bvee battling with cancer since 2009. She had a hysterectomy but it didn’t work, and the cancer came back with a vengance.

January 15th 2011: My mom comes into my room and tells me her doctor doesn’t give her 1 year left to live. A few minutes after she leaves my room, Tin talks to me on Steam. He starts trolling me, I exploded on him. I felt bad about it so I tried to apologise to him, and I wrote on my facebook wall a message: “Just found out my mom has a year left to live, not in my right head, plz stay away from me for a while” so i wouldn’t explode on anyone else. I said I tried to apologise to Tin on steam, because him being an abujsive sociopath, instead of just accepting the apology or not like a normal person, instead he starts demanding that i admit to being a shitdisturber. I ignore him at that point, tell him im sorry, wish him good night and then sign off steam, and go to bed.

The following day, Shannon heads me off as I’m in the 2C11 hallway heading to the clubspace room; she warns me that Kelly is having a shit fit and screaming about how much of a horrible person I am, that apparently Kelly thinks my facebook post is me using my mom as an excuse to get away with being a bitch. I run to confront her, because excuse me, no it fucking wasn’t yknow? and whatever trauma she hasn;’t resolved yet doesn’t give her the right to twist my meanings and paint me as a monster. Thats when she goes into the Oliver’s caf so I follow her, and she screams at me calls me pathetic and heads back into the clubspace, and everyone followed her and left me in the caf crying with Shannon and Alex. :/

The situation was made ten times worse later that night by a certain person named Mathew, remember him? He was supposed to be my friend. Instead, he took the opportunity to write a huge post on fb tearing me down, on which everyone else joined in taking a public jab at me. Matt was seen as the community leader at the time. He could have used his power to calm the situation down, instead he made things worse. To this day, I suspect that troll Tin is the one who twisted my words to trigger Kelly and cause all of this, and that he also had Matt in the palm of his hand, but i digress; Matt’s post convinced most of them to ditch me. That devastated me in an already overwhelmed state, and I attempted suicide a few nights later.

That summer, I saw that my former friends were all having a big party, “What Killed the Dinosaurs? The Bad Movie Night.”, and I wasn’t invited. Shannon saw how much it hurt me, so she invited to her bf’s party instead, and that’s where I met Paul.

The following school year of 2011-2012 went by without much incident. The people who had ghosted me slowly added me back, Matt even apologized for his shit, and things seemed to be on the up and up. It looked like all this drama was behind us. I was wrong.

After I graduated, I decided to go visit the club in Fall 2012. Big mistake.

I saw someone I knew, Sarah, crying on someone’s lap, and asked her what was up. She told me she was in an abusive relationship with Tin. For giving her the advice to leave him, Tin came at me on steam again, and I told him that he was an abuser, that he would not intimidate me and to go fuck himself, and I blocked him. Suddenly, Matt was trying to extort 100$ from me for 2 locks I had broken the year before, which should’ve only cost 42$. Where did that come from? Well, Tin was the club’s Treasurer that year. He was trying to get back at me for standing up to him and helping his victim escape, and he was doing it through Matt, who was going apeshit on me on MSN for refusing to pay 100$. I insisted I should only have to pay what I owe, which was 42$. He kept freaking out on me, so finally I threatened to get a lawyer involved, and that’s when he backed down. I still paid the money I owed for the locks I had broken but I blocked Matt, having had enough of his bullshit, and that’s when suddenly a bunch of ppl from the group ghosted me for good.

Why was I ghosted when Matt was clearly the one in the wrong? Because Tin. They ghosted me bc Tin told them to. Tin and Matt told them all sorts of shitty things about me and they believed them. They don’t hold Tin or Matt to any of their shitty actions though bc they don’t want the same abuse that happened to me to happen to them. They turn a blind eye to every shitty thing Tin and Matt do. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand there’s an extremely toxic abuse dynamic at play in that group.

But the story doesn’t end there. Remember that party I went to with Shannon, and that guy I met named Paul? From november 2011 to march 2015 we were together. I was isolated from whoever was left, only hung out with him and his friends. In 2014, I became close friends with a girl name d Ariel, a member of that old groiup who ghosted me. But that was probably a manufactured relationship manipulated into existance by Paul, so he could jump to her when he was done with me.

Paul was extremely abusive when no one was around. The night he left, we had a huge fight. I tried to escape the situation by running upstairs. He chased me and when I ran into my TV room and closed the door behind me, he started pounding on it and trying to push his way in. When he did manage to get through the door, I panicked, picked up a glass bottle and threw it at him, and then slammed the door again when he backed out. The bottle broke, and cut his finger very deep. He used that cut to get everyone present during the situation on his side. Nevermind all the crazy abusive stuff he had just pulled in front of them, no, I was the bad guy, and once he had them convinced, he left to my then bff’s house, who later became his new gf.

He posted a picture of the wound on facebook, and because of that and previous drama from years ago that never really went away, most of the friends I had left from Dawson believed him, and ghosted me. I couldn’t tell them that a week earlier he had raped me, and that’s why I was scared enough to throw that glass bottle at him.I filed a police report, I warned everyone who would listen to me about him, and I warned her. I did all I could.

 I was too scared to tell this story for such a long time, because if asking for understanding while my mom was dying was twisted into me using my mom as an excuse to get away with being a bitch, then asking for understanding for the outbursts I had after being raped would just be twisted into me using my rape as an excuse to get away with being a bitch. I couldn’t handle the idea of my rape being trivialized as just some excuse–and Mathew is in part responsible for it all, because of that fucking post he made publicly tearing me down. Had he not posted that, I would’ve never lost my support system, I would’ve never gone to that party with Shannon, and I would’ve never been raped.

So I spent the better parts of 2016-2018 telling those involved off for their part in my current situation and blocked them, and the rest rebuilding what I had back in 2009, with resounding success. 

So, there you have it. That’s what happened. Fuuuuuuuucking insane isn’t it. Its over now, none of them can hurt me anymore and Ive once again surrounded myself with friends I can actually trust, so everything’s good now. I still have my low days bc this was yknow, a lot, but I’m doing much, muuuuch better now. 

[sending-the-message]

Targeted by M59Gar

I was on my phone idly browsing Reddit and talking on speakerphone with Shannon when it happened: I saw her face on a sidebar ad. It went by too fast. I pressed a link and went to another page; hitting 'back' did not return me to the original ad. "That was weird."

"What was?" Shannon asked. "Are you looking at the Internet instead of paying attention to me again?"

"No, not at all," I lied. Well, only half-lied. The front page was filled with the same reposted nonsense and sensational titles it always held. Browsing it had become a matter of habit without any real attention paid. "I'm just—" I froze halfway through the sentence as I saw her face again. This time I was ready and I tapped the ad with my finger. The first thing that loaded up was a still shot of Shannon at a gas station refueling her car. The only light came from the harsh gas station overheads. "Shannon, did you stop for gas on the way home?"

"I mean yeah," she responded. "I'm still twenty minutes out, though."

I quickly did the mental math. She lived in Newark, about forty-five minutes east of Columbus. That put her squarely in the forested middle of nowhere. "Someone has a picture of you up on their website."

She laughed. "I bet it's an ex-boyfriend." After a pause, she asked, "Wait, are you serious?"

I scrolled up and down trying to figure out what the hell I was looking at. "It's like they just took the picture. Are you in a dark red hoodie and jeans right now?"

Her reply came after a strained noise of confusion. "I am! But who would have taken that? And when? What the hell site is that?"

I slid my finger down to pull the website address into view on my phone. "Live," I murmured, like living, or was it "Live," like live television? I went with the first, since living and dying were opposites and thus the name sounded vaguely business-like. "Live Death dot com?"

"Live Death? What even is that? Is it like one of those extortion sites that demand cash to take photos down?"

I scrolled the other way and found a timer for a streaming video about to start in eighteen seconds. "I'm not sure. I don't think I like this. They're about to stream something." I watched as the circling indicator appeared and then black filled the screen. The view moved around wildly for a moment as someone got ready, and then I could see a lit dashboard from a large vehicle, possibly an SUV. The camera panned up to focus on a man in a black ski mask—but he was not the one holding the camera.

"Alright folks," he said with excitement as he drove. His voice was ever so slightly distorted. "This is our first run for our new site. We're going to show those assholes who's boss, really give 'em somethin' to fear." While using his other hand to guide the steering wheel, he held up a phone with the gas station picture of Shannon on it. "This is our first target. We're about two minutes behind her, but catching up fast. It's a straightaway and there are no turnoffs for the next six miles, so we won't lose her." The unseen cameraman turned the view to show the night-clad road rolling under their headlights ahead of a black-painted hood. I heard a click; the headlights went off. That distorted voice said, "Night mode now, baby! She'll never see us coming."

My blood ran cold.

"Shannon."

"What is it? Did you figure out what's going on?"

"Shannon," I said again, unable to process what I was seeing. "There are men in ski masks in a black SUV with its lights off coming up behind you on the road."

"What?" She sounded half-humored and half-terrified. "What are you talking about?"

That distorted voice said, "Payback is gonna be sweet. They think they're better than us, but we'll show them."

"Shannon!" I shouted at my phone. "Get off the road! They tagged you at the gas station and they're coming after you!"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! I'm watching their live stream right now!"

"How is that even possible?"

"I don't know, but it's happening!" I screamed even louder: "Get off the road!"

She was starting to believe me, and I could hear panic in her voice. "There's nowhere to turn—"

"Anywhere! Just go anywhere!"

I heard her gasp; the sounds of branches and bushes smacking against her car in rapid succession emanated from my phone. A loud crunch and a repetitive electronic beeping followed as she breathed, "Oh God, oh God..."

Still watching the stream, I asked her, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said with a dazed tone that belied her words. I heard her push open her door and climb out into scraping bushes. "I'm fine..."

On the stream, I saw a pair of headlights off the side of the road swing into view. "Oh my God, turn off your headlights!"

"I can't," she murmured. "I can't get back in."

The SUV's hood began turning toward those headlights, and I could vaguely make out a car in the distance. She'd smashed what looked like a quarter-mile deep into the undergrowth. They never would have found her if she had turned off her lights.

That distorted voice said, "There she is!"

I screamed at the phone for her to run, and I heard her take off panting and pushing through branches. What the hell was going on? I fumbled with my phone. "I'm going to call the police—"

"No!" she cried. "Don't hang up! Don't you dare hang up!" I could hear her tumble and slide down a dirt hill. "Where are they?"

"They're running through the woods," I told her, panicking myself. I screamed for one of my roommates. Then, I saw another detail. Something long, dark, and metallic was swinging in and out of view at the bottom of the stream. "Shannon—they've got guns."

She broke into full on crying as she ran.

I screamed for my roommates again. Finally, one tapped on the door and peeked inside. I screamed at the top of my lungs: "CALL THE GODDAMN POLICE! MEN WITH GUNS ARE CHASING SHANNON THROUGH THE WOODS!"

My roommate's eyes widened, but he ran off to find his phone.

My heart was still racing. This couldn't be happening. "Shannon?" She didn't respond. I could still hear her running, scraping around, and falling. Finally, I heard her seem to freefall down a rocky slope; there was a scream, a crunch, and then—nothing. "Shannon?!"

After ten seconds of absolute silence—the longest ten seconds of my life—I heard her rasp and then whisper, "I'm alive. I think I broke my ribs."

I didn't have good news for her. I could hardly speak myself. "They're at the top of a big slope. They're coming for you."

"I can't move," she whispered.

The distorted voice from the stream said, "I think we got her now. Is that her down there? Oh, boy, this is gonna be fun."

She asked, "Was that them?"

The phone shook in my hand. "Did you hear them?"

"Only over the phone," she rasped back. "I don't hear anyone nearby."

They had the wrong slope! "Shannon, I know it hurts, but you have to hide. Alright? Do you hear me? You have to drag yourself under something, behind something, anything. We're calling the cops."

My roommate appeared at my door, phone against his ear, his face pale.

"On her way to Newark," I told him. "About twenty minutes west of it."

He nodded and began answering questions I couldn't hear.

The only noises from my phone were of Shannon dragging herself through leaves and dirt while sobbing.

"There she is!" the distorted voice shouted, and the cameraman took off running along the forest floor alongside him.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My roommate was crying while talking to the police. I just stared at the stream. Please no, please no, please no—oh God, there was a human form on the ground in the dark; the form was wearing a red hoodie. "Shannon, they see you! They're running at you!"

She began to scream with the absolute utmost terror I'd ever heard from human lungs. The two masked men in the video ran right at the person on the ground, grabbed her forcefully, and began to turn her over.

Suddenly, the stream froze.

I looked up at my roommate in confusion and horror.

He moved closer to look at the frozen video.

I asked tentatively, "Shannon?"

With the speaker right up to my ear, I listened. I could hear her pained breathing. After nearly ten seconds, she forced out, "I don't see them."

I lowered the phone and looked at the frozen video. Text had appeared across it: Like the video? Only $5.99 to unlock the rest!

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

My roommate asked, "What the fuck is this?"

While Shannon kept struggling to breathe on the other end, I scrolled down to a new section of the site that had not been available before.

Here at LiveDeath.com, we use information and pictures from your phone and Facebook profile to autogenerate scary videos! It's the ultimate in Targeted Marketing! Did you enjoy Two Men in Ski Masks? Choose from a wide range of selections—

I was still shaking, but now for a very different reason. Below the words was a picture of the masked man holding up his phone like he had at the start of the stream. The phone's screen was blank blue, and then a series of different people appeared in it.

LiveDeath.com even uses the newest in audio and visual technology. While you and your friends might think your phones are off, we're still watching and listening through your camera and microphone, letting us choose which path and scenes the 'live stream' takes. We guarantee you'll be scared out of your socks!

"What's happening?" Shannon choked out. We could hear her pulling herself along the forest floor. "Where are they?"

We didn't immediately answer. We couldn't. Overcome by rage and a sense of violation I'd never experienced before, I clicked through to the Terms of Service for the website. Apparently, I'd agreed to let them have access to my data, profile, camera, and microphone simply by visiting the site. In a way, it was my fault. My God.

It was an ad. I'd literally tapped a sidebar ad. What had I thought would happen?

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