GrindHouse With Daemons
Title: Ours is not to Question why, ours is but to do or Die (1/2)
Fandom Grindhouse/His Dark Materials Crossover
Rating: R for hard violence. No seriously, bad things happen.
Summary: In doing a drabble thing (which I admittedly took a page from newredshoes and possibly others to do, adiva_calandia asked for "Muldoon, The Taliban's Caves, with Daemons in it." and I wrote out a four-comment drabble and said to myself, self, I'm not entirely happy with it. So I re-wrote it into a six page thing and then added part two. I decided to post it, (sorry Adiva) because...it's brilliant. And I don't like tooting my own horn about things like this. It's REALLY good. Unbetaed (which deflates it in value) but I really like it.
NotesBig thanks to George Crile's "Charlie Wilson's War" which was the main inspiration for this piece. If we look deep enough we realize that we're just as blinded to our faults as our enemies. There's something deep and profound about looking into the abyss and having the abyss stare back into you, but I'm not the one to make that statement.
If you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about when I say Grindhouse or Planet Terror, Shame on you Head on over Here. Consequently, expect foul language and unadulterated violence.
001: “You ain’t at home, this isn’t Podunk fucking nowhere and you ain’t fucking Sally the Goddamn Prom Queen. Sally’s an enemy combatant boy, and she’s got metal tits the size of this here M-16 plus whatever the hell daemon she’s got beside her. You ain’t fucking Sally the goddamn prom queen and Prick her poodle, you’re shagging a human being that wants to kill you and a daemon bent on the same damn goal!”
002 Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.
-Samuel Johnson, April the Seventh, 1775
Fandom Grindhouse/His Dark Materials Crossover
Rating: R for hard violence. No seriously, bad things happen.
Summary: In doing a drabble thing (which I admittedly took a page from newredshoes and possibly others to do, adiva_calandia asked for "Muldoon, The Taliban's Caves, with Daemons in it." and I wrote out a four-comment drabble and said to myself, self, I'm not entirely happy with it. So I re-wrote it into a six page thing and then added part two. I decided to post it, (sorry Adiva) because...it's brilliant. And I don't like tooting my own horn about things like this. It's REALLY good. Unbetaed (which deflates it in value) but I really like it.
NotesBig thanks to George Crile's "Charlie Wilson's War" which was the main inspiration for this piece. If we look deep enough we realize that we're just as blinded to our faults as our enemies. There's something deep and profound about looking into the abyss and having the abyss stare back into you, but I'm not the one to make that statement.
If you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about when I say Grindhouse or Planet Terror, Shame on you Head on over Here. Consequently, expect foul language and unadulterated violence.
001: “You ain’t at home, this isn’t Podunk fucking nowhere and you ain’t fucking Sally the Goddamn Prom Queen. Sally’s an enemy combatant boy, and she’s got metal tits the size of this here M-16 plus whatever the hell daemon she’s got beside her. You ain’t fucking Sally the goddamn prom queen and Prick her poodle, you’re shagging a human being that wants to kill you and a daemon bent on the same damn goal!”
002 Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.
-Samuel Johnson, April the Seventh, 1775