Controversial Filmmaker Defends Choice to Keep Rolling as Italian Man Is Beaten to Death

MUSHROOM KINGDOM — Following a public outcry, auteur filmmaker Lakitu defended his decision to continue running his camera while a simple Italian plumber was burned, lacerated, and ultimately beaten to death by a giant turtle monster.

Lakitu spoke to reporters from the set of the documentary, where he had just finished filming an extended close-up on the man’s dead body. The man is being kept anonymous, as his brother has not yet been informed of his death.

“Every person has their own role in life, and we must strive to play our roles to perfection,” explained Lakitu, floating on a cloud above a chair labeled Director. “My role is to document what appears in front of my lens. In this case, that was a man — a working man, you see — who showed up at this castle on a routine job. Little did he know that by stepping in that door, he set in motion a series of events that would end, inevitably, with his brutal death.”

When asked why he couldn’t have at least attempted to call for help after the monster beat the man unconscious on a floating platform surrounded by bombs, Lakitu was defiant.

“I am not a life saver,” he said, reeling in his camera for the day. “I am merely an artist.”

Still, many observers were appalled at Lakitu’s actions.

“He can hide behind the camera all he wants, but we all have moral responsibilities as living things,” said Toad, a civilian who actively helped the plumber throughout his journey by offering small, crucial tips. “Just because the guy is a director, just because he went to film school and learned all three camera angles, that doesn’t mean he can just let a guy get hit with two bombs, burned to a crisp, then shredded to bits by a tail the size of a bus.”

Lakitu was last seen hovering nervously near a drainage pipe on the castle lawn.

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Punk Grandma Wants to Know Why You Never Drop By to Borrow Van for Tours Anymore

JACKSONVILLE, Fla. — Old-school punk and the woman you call “Grandma,” Ophelia “Snotcock” Dillon, noticed you no longer come by to borrow her van for tours, according to sources who aren’t angry, just disappointed.

“When I hung out with X and The Bags in my teens, punks depended on each other for support. I just want to pass that on,” explained Dillon. “I don’t want you missing out on important milestones, like getting gear stolen, or spray painting your own merch and then getting briefly hospitalized because you spray painted it in a tiny, airtight studio. Back in my day, we’d be all about having no future to look forward to, and honestly, I’m worried about this next generation of punks not sharing the same values we had.”

Of the five or six roommates sharing your grandmother’s squat at any given time, only self-described “train-hopping maven” Angie Peters could be reached for comment.

“I know life gets in the way, but that kid’s gotta realize how lucky she is to even have a van at her disposal. That wheelchair lift was practically built for loading music equipment,” said Peters. “It’s not like Ophelia is asking for much, either — just a little bit of passive-aggressive asking to borrow some expensive asset under the guise of caring about an elderly relative who practically raised you, just like any other grandkid would do for their gammy.”

Some of your alleged reasons for the lapse in van requests included time, distance, and because you “hate using Facebook but it’s the only way Grandma contacts me.”

“I mean, do I feel bad that she has to go all the way to the public library because she doesn’t have internet in her house? Of course,” you admitted. “I love my grandma, and she’s really good at supporting the scene. But sooner or later, she’ll have to realize I’m not the same little kid giving stick-n-pokes to my friends while we skip gym class anymore. I outgrew that shit.”

“Plus… I’m avoiding telling her this because I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but the band broke up two years ago,” you continued. “The music was starting to feel kinda stale and old-fashioned. You don’t need a whole van to be a rapper with a pretty decent SoundCloud base.”

Opinion: I Think I Can Make It!

Oh, dear. Well, Billy, you’re in a bit of a precarious situation here. Damn, this jump looked way narrower from down there. Ah, shit! Are those sharp rocks? There weren’t any sharp rocks down there a second ago!

Okay now, focus up. You got this. Remember, all the guys are watching; Joey, Tommy, Gooey, that weird kid with the eyepatch. They all laughed when you said you could make this jump. “You’ll never get enough lift with that Huffy” they said. We’ll you’re showing them.

Oh, crap! Now I’m spinning. How the hell did I start spinning? This is not good. Hey! I can see the guys now… what the hell is eyepatch doing with that rock? Ow! Fuck! He hit me in the arm that lazy-eyed dick!

Okay, we’re facing the right way again. You got this, Billy. Just a few more feet. Wow, that landing ramp looks pretty warped. I don’t even think its set up right; it’s propped against a half-deflated basketball and an old melon rind.

Oh, crap! My shoelace is caught in the chain. It’s caught in the chain! Okay, this could get dicey. Can you kick your shoe off? No, there’s no time. Okay, just put it out of your mind, the ramps right there.

Now, just take her in easy. They said you wouldn’t make it. You’re so close. They all laughed. Well, HA! You showed them. You’re gonna land this jump and everybody can suck it. Almost there. You’re gonna make it. You’re gonna…

Editor note: Billy did not make it.

Report: 90% of Music Collections Exist Solely on Hard Drive Lost Somewhere in Closet

LONG BEACH, Calif. — A controversial report released by The Center for Technology today concluded that “probably like 90%” of all individual music collections are now lost to time on a hard drive somewhere in a closet.

“It all started when I got this riff stuck in my head from a band I saw in high school, but I totally couldn’t remember their name,” explained Baton Rouge resident and Last.fm enthusiast Yoshiko Cass. “I knew I had their demo saved on an external hard drive, but I couldn’t fucking find it anywhere. The tragic part is knowing I might never hear those songs again — there’s no way that band is on Spotify.”

“In fact, most of the music on that hard drive probably isn’t,” Cass bragged.

Sensing a nationwide issue, researchers set out to determine the degree to which other music collections have been devastated by factors like cloud storage, streaming, and “how no one uses Zune anymore.”

“Throughout the study, most participants rambled about how everyone streams things and artists don’t make albums, just singles,” said lead researcher Linda Isaacs. “Although I do kind of agree that it’s sad how no one digs through their extensive mp3 library to make nine-hour playlists anymore; everyone just obeys what their Spotify and Pandora AI robot overlords tell them to listen to. It’s like they want us to forget about all those great bands who never uploaded their music, built a following, or kept existing into the 2010s.”

Meanwhile, other sources disputed the findings as “not mathematically sound” and “pulled out of their asses.”

“This study lacks all sorts of key information,” explained professor of communications at UCLA, Dr. Marie Dunn. “Of those hard drive music collections, how many songs were mislabeled Limewire downloads? And the study only looked at mp3s on hard drives, which is very narrow criteria — half of those music collections must be in lost CD wallets with no jewel cases or inserts to tell their story, or on records owned by people who never got around to replacing the needle on the Crosley they bought from Target.”

The research team is next planning to find out what percentage of all VHS collections contain unwatched copies of Jerry Maguire purchased at the thrift store down the street.

Woman Alone in Own House Escapes to Fantasy of Being Alone in Own House

EAST BRUNSWICK, N.J. After eating a quiet, solitary meal of Trader Joe’s frozen artichoke dip earlier this evening, 23-year-old graduate student Sarah Goldman returned to her single-player The Sims world in a futile attempt to escape her own crushing isolation.

“Here’s my couch,” said Goldman, showing off her home in The Sims. “It’s made of red wool, like my real couch. And here’s my desk — looks kind of like the desk I’m playing The Sims on right now, right? Sometimes I just sit here for a little while. I just crouch in front of the desk and pretend like I’m sitting there. Maybe I eat a piece of bread. I can’t have gluten in real life, so that’s always pretty exciting.”

Goldman’s younger brother, Clemens Goldman, expressed some concern about introducing her to the popular sandbox game.

“She doesn’t really talk to people anymore,” said Goldman, staring at the ground. “After she figured out that there were cats in the game she just… stopped answering phone calls. Mom says it’s my fault. She said I ‘basically killed’ Sarah and now I’m not allowed on my computer anymore. Can you tell her to call mom and, like, say it’s not my fault that she’s all weird now?”

When approached for an interview, Goldman’s close friend Emma Florance appeared confused and then began weeping uncontrollably.

“She’s alive?” said Florance, cupping her mouth. “But she died four months ago — I mean, I thought she died four months ago… we all did. Our school held a whole service for — oh my God. Oh Jesus, I — I’m sorry, I have to make a few phone calls. I’m sorry.”

At press time, Goldman was staring at her in-game cat, Mitchell, named after her real-life cat, Mitchell.

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This Famous Film Director Went Through an Embarrassing Fred Durst Phase

We’ve all done embarrassing stuff when we were young.

William Frederick Jordan Durst, the auteur director who graced us all last summer with the psychological thriller “The Fanatic,” is a well respected artist known for his grandeur, opulence, and exquisite taste in jazz. The master of drama likes to maintain a certain elegance, usually surrounding himself with respected actors like John Travolta and Jesse Eisenberg.

Shockingly, even the most respected of artists have their embarrassing phases. Including our subject, who was also the winner of the Best New York Narrative award at the 2007 Tribeca Film Festival by the way. You see, it turns out the man was a huge Fred Durst fan! In fact, back in the late nineties and early 2000s, William actually started his filmmaking career by directing music videos to all of his favorite Limp Bizkit songs.

Embarrassing, right? The man who inspired a generation of filmmakers through his Jasmine Plummer biopic “The Longshots” went through a phase where he idolized a backwards-facing hat wearing rap-metal vocalist who once threatened to skin a hypothetical person’s ass raw (with a chainsaw no less!). There’s even footage of him rioting at Woodstock ‘99 with his favorite guitarist Wes Borland.

Don’t blame him. The late nineties were a weird time for all of us. Bill Clinton got impeached. Y2K was happening. As a society, we were feeling more confused and angry then any other generation ever will. The following year, “Chocolate Starfish and The Hotdog Flavored Water” came out and it was the first thing in a long time to actually make sense.

We all go through awkward phases. Rock star Chris Gaines went through a country phase. Even Leonard Nimoy went through a dorky Sci-fi phase before he discovered nude photography. Let’s remember William Frederick Jordan Durst for what he is today. Not for the embarrassing rap-metal phase he once had.

Frontman Insulted He’s Only Third on Unhinged Super-Fan’s Kill List

PHILADELPHIA — Adam Lyons, the lead singer of local band Krawlspace, was deeply offended yesterday after finding a kill-list written by a deranged super-fan with Lyons’ name in third place, sources worried for the musician’s safety confirmed.

“We were in band practice reading the list and laughing at it, whatever… and then Adam got really quiet,” explained drummer Tiana Brotman. “At first I thought he was scared, which is super understandable — this guy definitely knows who we are and lives here in Philly, and in the list he gets pretty specific about making our drummer Troy [Mendes] slowly bleed out in the bathroom of our favorite venue. When I tried to lighten the mood, Adam fucking lost it and said we should take ‘this insult to him’ very seriously.”

Lyons claimed he’s “not scared, it’s actually hilarious,” but his concern is more for the mental health of his would-be murderer — who Lyons observed is “clearly so unstable that he put Troy’s name higher than mine” on the list of people to violently murder.

“It’s super unnerving. We’re not a band with a big following outside our scene, so you just never expect to end up on a list like that,” Lyons said. “Especially with my name two spaces below Sonic the Hedgehog, but five spaces above Jeffrey Epstein. What’s the fucking logic there? I seriously think I should buy a gun.”

Dr. Keira Hodel, a behavioral psychologist who specializes in online bullying, was only mildly concerned by the kill-list threats, noting that the post was actually written more than a year prior.

“The threat doesn’t seem immediate… but I’m more worried for this Adam Lyons fellow. He sounds like he’s expressing some deep insecurities in an unpredictable way,” Dr. Hodel explained. “With frontmen, there’s a tendency to lash out, burn bridges, and in extreme cases, record lo-fi chillwave EPs on their own. I hope he’ll respond to the emails I’ve sent. I’d like to talk to him before this escalates.”

According to reports, Lyons is on his fourth straight hour of writing a blog post of his own, detailing the toxic nature of fandom and which fans, in particular, most deserved to “get merked.”

Gamer Beats VR Game in Less Time Than It Took to Set Up Headset

PITMAN, N.J. — Following a lengthy installation process, local gamer Zach Larose has finally beaten a game on his new VR headset, which took significantly more time to set up than it took to complete the game itself.

The long procedure began as soon as Larose brought his newly purchased HTC Vive home to his one-bedroom apartment. Upon reading the installation guide, Larose quickly realized that he would need to remove all of the furniture from his tiny living room in order to clear enough space to even use the headset.

“I thought I could just plug the thing in and play,” Larose recounted. “But suddenly I was doing a big puzzle, moving everything I owned around so I could find a place to set up the base stations. It was like what I imagine playing Tetris Effect will probably be like when I’m finally able to play it.”

Things got more complex as he started dealing with the Vive’s Link Box. Larose’s apartment quickly became a wasteland of USB and HDMI cables, half of which weren’t even connected to anything.

Despite successfully getting the Vive to turn on after 4 hours, the situation only worsened once Larose finally put the headset on. He spent several hours struggling to calibrate the image, completely unaware that the sun had set while he was wearing the headset.

One of Larose’s neighbors recalled hearing the commotion continue into the early morning hours: “I had no idea what he could possibly be doing in there. I just heard him crashing into the wall and vomiting all night. Is that supposed to be fun?”

After a full 24 hours, Larose was finally able to use the Vive to play the game he bought it for: Ford v Ferrari: The VR Experience, which he completed in 15 minutes. When asked how he liked the game, Larose shrugged and said it was “kind of interesting.”

Check out the newest episode of the Hard Drive podcast where we watch and discuss every episode of 1989’s The Super Mario Bros. Super Show!

New Instagram Filter Makes It Look Like People Went to Your Show

MENLO PARK, Calif. — Popular photo and video-sharing social networking company Instagram unveiled a new filter last week that makes it look like a live show was well-attended, elating local bookers around the world.

“I can’t begin to tell you how sad it makes me to see hundreds of pictures from poorly attended shows posted to Instagram every day,” said filter developer Kate Flaherty. “Sometimes it’s bands playing in large, empty rooms; sometimes it’s pictures from comedy shows with a caption like, ‘Packed house!’ on a photo that clearly shows three rows of empty chairs. This filter scans the open space of a room and fills it out with a virtual audience to give your followers a sense of FOMO for a show that was, in reality, an absolute failure.”

Users are already praising the filter.

“This has been a goddamn game changer,” said Adam Funari, bassist for local ska-funk band Slick Work. “Thanks to this new filter, I’ve had tons of messages from people who’d never come out to a show before, begging to know when the next one is. People hate missing out, even if they’re missing something they don’t care anything about.”

“Thanks to this filter, my last show was packed to the gills,” folk-punk singer Marshall Witski agreed. “I’ve heard they’re going to add an additional filter for $5 that features only attractive people, too. You can sign me up for that right now.”

Despite the overwhelming support of the new technology, there have been some detractors.

“There’s nothing real or genuine about it,” argued scene legend Ray “Ray Day” Farias, printing flyers at the local Kinko’s. “I get that the scene isn’t what it used to be, but this isn’t the answer. I saw a crazy video of like, 80 people moshing their faces off at the Skull Ripper/Brain Freeze show at the Gaul last week, and it was fake as fuck. I was at that fucking show. There were like, six of us there tops, and it was so tame that a couple people just laid down on the floor.”

Despite Farias’ aversion to the feature, the latest photo in his Instagram feed allegedly shows a suspiciously well-attended birthday party.

What a Waste: Every Year Americans Throw Tons of Perfectly Good Food at My Band

The planet is dying, ya’ll. If we don’t act soon even the sickest venues will be entirely underwater and/or perpetually on fire. These are the facts. Another fact? Every year, Americans wreak environmental destruction by throwing millions of tons of perfectly good, edible food at my band.

Some estimates suggest that one third of all groceries purchased in America will ultimately get hucked onto any stage where my band, Spray Taint, is performing. Those numbers become even more alarming when you consider we usually barely play more than, like, two or three shows a year. You can imagine how hard it is to properly perform when the whole band is swimming eight-feet-deep in Burger King leftovers.

And consider, for a moment, the poor punk kids in developing countries who barely have any leftover food to chuck at bands they might not enjoy. In many parts of the world, impoverished people have no choice but to eat their food and must resort to throwing rocks or bottles when a band isn’t to their liking. Also, whereas foreign punks might only have one or two bands worth flinging shit at, Americans have thousands of bands to choose from. And yet, they only seem to toss watery meatloaf at us.

One of the biggest food waste issues comes from misunderstanding expiration labels. For example, sell-by dates don’t actually indicate when food is rotten enough to achieve maximum splatter. I often find when somebody lobs a gallon of 2% milk at my amp that’s a couple days past the sell-by date, it’s actually still quite drinkable. In fact, after one of our shows, some mid-curdle milk is perfect for taking the edge off.

That said, some good has come out of this. We are proud to report that Spray Taint has started a food waste prevention initiative, whereby environmentally conscious individuals sign a pledge promising to reduce the amount of food they wing at us by 50% over the next five years. I know that sounds like a lot, but we’ve almost finished recording a new EP that we’re hoping is good enough you won’t want to launch a tuna casserole at us. But if you do, please at least remove it from the serving dish first.

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