Man On His Deathbed Still Saving Fully Charged Meter Attack

ROCHESTER, Minn. — Dying 80-year-old man Rex Titus revealed to friends and family today that, after a decade of battling heart disease, he is still saving a fully charged meter attack “for the right moment,” according to those familiar with the situation.

“I first charged my meter back in 1942. I thought I might use it against the Nazis in the war, but the right moment just never came up,” said Titus, coughing up bits of phlegm as he glowed a sickly yet powerful red-orange. “I was just a careless young kid. I didn’t know what to do with my life, or my meter attack. So, I figured I’d save it until I really needed it. I’m still holding onto it; I don’t think I could handle the regret of using it. Not for ethical reasons or anything, but I would be tormented with guilt if I let off my fireball and then needed to zone while talking to my wife and children.”

Titus’s wife, Lulu, was sorrowful when asked about her husband’s wish to preserve his meter.

“I’ve known Rex since, my Lord, I can’t even remember when,” Lulu Titus explained. “Not once in my life have I seen him use that dang meter attack. I don’t know how he does it. He told me he was saving it until marriage, but we’ve been together for 40 years, and I haven’t seen him so much as enter the first few inputs of his hyper combo. You know how men are — they like to bottle everything up, and release it when they’re trying to move in close against characters with strong air game.”

Titus’s grandson, Leehigh, expressed confusion at his father’s reluctance to use his meter attack.

“If I had a meter attack, I’d use it as soon as I could. My pop-pop says that’s immature,” said Leehigh. “Sometimes I see boys in the locker room at school, sending gigantic tendrils of ice up from the floor in front of them, or vanishing into dark portals that allow them to teleport to the other side of the school, laughing and bragging about their attacks. My pop-pop says that there’s nothing wrong with being a late bloomer, and that the longer I hold onto it, the more damage it’ll do when I’m finally ready to use it; he tells me I have to be worried about something called ‘true combo potential.’”

At press time, hospital staff assured the public that there is no concern of Titus accidentally releasing his meter attack at the moment of his death, since all doctors and nurses are trained in life-saving parrying techniques.

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Historically Shit-Sucking Gamer Thinks He’s Battle Royale God After Unknowingly Beating First Round of Bots

GREENSBORO, N.C. — Local gamer Harry Olsen, who has sucked shit at every single video game he has ever played, is convinced that he is a battle royale god after winning his first game of Spellbreak unknowingly against 42 bots.

“I’ve been god-awful at every single video game I have ever played… but I guess I’m a fucking Spellbreak god?!” Olsen said to friends, according to those familiar with the situation. “It’s crazy — the mechanics are basically the exact same as pretty much every other battle royale game I’ve played, and like I said, I’m fucking trash at all those. But I guess, for whatever reason, something clicked. I won my first game with fifteen kills. I better hope this ends up being the next big game, because I’m basically Ninja.”

Olsen’s longtime friends and teammates expressed skepticism.

“He said the exact same thing when he played mobile PUBG for the first time. Kept mowing down default skin guys standing completely still with names like Roger57891725,” said Carl Faulk, a mid-tier player who Olsen describes as “the most incredible gamer” he has ever seen. “It’s gonna suck for the first few games, when he’s giving constant advice about how to strafe properly or whatever, but a few zero kill games should drop that confidence back down to tolerable.”

At press time, Olsen was debating whether to keep playing Spellbreak or just let his K/D ratio sit at 15 forever.

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Since It Was Their Drummer Who Was Creepy To Women, Can I Still Listen To Their Acoustic Stuff?

Listen babe, no one in this scene is a bigger ally than me. When news breaks about a band member’s sexual misconduct with their female fans, I take all my posters down. You can bet I don’t include them in my listening rotations after that either. Hell, my “driving around my hometown aimlessly” playlist is practically empty at this point. And I do this selfless act of sacrifice for women everywhere, free of charge.

But even a proud scene-feminist such as myself is really struggling with this one. I would never support a band member that’s creepy to women. But if it happens to be their drummer, and they happen to have a really killer acoustic EP, I can still listen to it, right?

Before we jump to any conclusions about my moral compass, let’s take a look at the numbers here. Across four albums and two EPs, their drummer was not on 12 songs. And those 12 songs aren’t that bad! They’re also not that good. They’re okay. They don’t have drums.

It’s not like I’m supporting the real creep here. When I saw them in 2014, I elbowed a preteen girl in the nose to catch the guitarist’s pick. I barely harmed any children to catch the drummer’s stick.

All I’m saying is that even though the guitarist, singer, bassist, producer, booking agent, sound guy, and photographer all knew about their drummer sending pictures of his dick to 17-year-olds for a decade, we can’t hold it against them. That’s for a judge to do. So until they’re all outed as predators, let’s sway back and forth to the chill sounds of their acoustic stuff. Just a singer, two guitars, an acoustic bass, and some light percussion… oh, Goddamnit!

2020 Presidential Debate to Include Question on What Constitutes “Real” Post-Hardcore

CLEVELAND — Moderators for 2020’s first Presidential debate reportedly added a question regarding an issue that’s been hotly contested since the early/mid-2000s: What defines “real” post-hardcore?

“Although Bernie Sanders captured the attention of many of America’s youngest voters with his progressive ideas, his use of pg.99’s ‘Punk Rock in the Wrong Hands’ as his campaign anthem proved too divisive to earn him the Democratic party nomination,” reported CNN’s Kate Sullivan. “Biden was definitely a safer bet, but his knowledge of ‘alternative’ music is fairly limited, so his camp has reached out to Beto O’Rourke to help prep for this question… and news of that seemed to upset a lot of progressives who labeled Beto a ‘complete poser piece of shit’ during his campaign.”

Derrick Fisher, a stalwart of Washington, D.C.’s original hardcore scene and proprietor of Sailin’ On Records, believes it’s time for a president to finally clarify where they stand.

“Look, at this point, the term ‘post-hardcore’ has essentially been rendered meaningless by mainstream-leaning bands that popped up way after Fugazi defined the genre,” contended Fisher. “I’ve grown pretty cynical over the years… well, I guess even more cynical than I was in my 20s, so party politics are kind of silly to me. Whoever’s willing to draw a line in the sand on this topic, my vote’s going to them.”

Of course, fans of more accessible bands sometimes labeled “post-hardcore” and other times “screamo” want to have their voices heard as well. Katy Stephens, mother of two and Warped Tour devotee, is one such fan.

“I’ve lived in Minnesota all my life, so I’m used to getting looked over, being the resident of a so-called ‘fly-over’ state,” Stephens stated. “But when I got to see all of my favorite bands live, and even had one of them ask me to hang out after, I gushed to them at their merch booth — I really felt seen. If Joe or the orange fella are willing to get bands like Hawthorne Heights and Chiodos officially recognized as post-hardcore, well, that will certainly help me make up my mind when it comes time to cast my vote.”

When asked about how they plan on preparing for the debate, Trump’s team said they reached out to a number of prominent musicians working in the subgenre and affiliated scenes, including Jesse Lacey of Brand New fame. Although few of the musicians contacted have responded, Trump was quoted as saying he believed Lacey had “done nothing wrong.”

We Interviewed Noam Chomsky but He Only Let Us Ask “Fuck Marry Kill” Questions

We recently sat down with renowned intellectual Noam Chomsky for an illuminating discussion on political systems, linguistics, and the state of the world.

Unfortunately, the 91-year-old showed up to the Zoom interview 45 minutes late, non-stop chugged White Claws throughout our brief talk, and insisted we only ask him “Fuck Marry Kill” questions.

The Hard Times: We are in the midst of a global pandemic, while also reckoning with the damaging effects of climate change and racial inequality. What is the greatest threat facing the United States right now?
Chomsky: Well, I guess I’d kill inequality, marry the pandemic, and raw dog climate change. That’s a tough one, though.
I think you may have misheard, Mr. Chomsky. I was hoping for your thoughts on these interconnected catastrophes.
Didn’t my publicist tell you? I’m only doing “Fuck Marry Kill” questions. Let’s go, give me a good one broski.
You’re known as the father of modern linguistics, have written over 100 books, and are one of the most cited scholars alive. Surely, you don’t want t-
Fuck Chevy Chase, marry Steve Martin, kill Martin Short. That was the “Three Amigos.” Hit me again. Let’s go, motherfucker.
You’ve got to be kidding. I was hoping I could turn this into a book deal…
C’mon, bro! Hurry up! These edibles are about to kick in and I’ve got a virtual Post Malone concert in 20 minutes.
You are one of the most respected and celebrated thinkers of our age. Why are you doing this?
These are the end times. Fuck Maryy Kill let’s go! 
Jesus Christ. Alright…uh, fuck marry kill: capitalism, socialism, communism?
Boooooring! Okay fine, I guess that’s allowed. Well I’m definitely killing capitalism. Let me settle down with socialism and hit communism from the back.
Ew. Okay: Derrida, Foucault, Barthes?
Fuck that. Don’t you want people to read this shit? How about: Marry Mark Hoppus, fuck Tom DeLonge, kill Travis Barker.
I can’t believe I stayed up all night reading “Hegemony or Survival” for this. Okay, fuck marry kill: the Austin Powers movies?
Hell yeah! You’ve got it now. Okay, I’m definitely marrying the first one because it’s a brilliant deconstruction of spy movies and 60s culture. I’ll kill “Goldmember”…and I’ll fuck “The Spy Who Shagged Me” because Fat Bastard is totally hilarious. Get in my belly!
Thanks for your time, Mr. Chomsky. Enjoy the Post Malone concert.
Kill the rich, fuck the middle class, marry the poor! Chomsky out!

REPORT: Mom Keeps Dropping Hints She Fucked Dexter Holland Once

COSTA MESA, Calif. — Slightly tipsy local mom Candace Webber keeps dropping not-so-subtle hints that she fucked The Offspring singer Dexter Holland in the ‘90s, possibly on multiple occasions, skeeved-out familial sources confirmed.

“I wandered into the kitchen last week and found Mom listening to the ‘90s channel on Sirius and gently swaying back and forth with her eyes closed — the song was ‘Pretty Fly for a White Guy,’ and she just moaned, ‘He sure was fly…,’” explained son Elijah Webber. “When she said she met the band once and the lead singer was ‘so nice,’ it was immediately clear what she was hinting at. I got the hell out of there before she could wax nostalgic about her other alt-rock sexcapades.”

Without prompting, Candace elaborated on her numerous, “incredibly passionate and sweaty” meetings with Holland.

“Oh, I knew Dexter back in the day… you might say, you couldn’t keep us separated. Whenever the band was in town, I’d come out and play, if you catch my drift,” explained the 52-year-old systems analyst. “I don’t want to say too much more; I’m a mom, after all.”

“Let me just add that despite his lyrics, I’d never say it was lack of sex that was bringing him down,” she added. “Wait, was that an Offspring song? Either way, any time I see Gringo Bandito hot sauce at the grocery store, it gets me a little hot and bothered.”

Local record store owner Mahdi Townsend noted that alt-rockers like Holland still “cast a long shadow” over Orange County, Calif.

“Well, like any rock star in their heyday, Dexter Holland was very popular with young women. And eventually all those young women grew up and became unfulfilled, suburban moms with dumpy husbands and embarrassing tramp stamps,” said Townsend. “We even have the data to prove it: a study from 2016 found that every five minutes, a mom somewhere in the O.C. is getting drunk on sangria and reminiscing about sleeping with Dexter Holland, Mark McGrath, or any of the guys from Lit.”

Elijah has since scrubbed the house of every vintage bowling shirt, DVDs of “Empire Records,” and anything else that might remind his mom of dudes she fucked in the ‘90s.

Coward Hour Exclusive: At Sea

Coward Hour is the least-informed podcast in America. Each week, leading cowards/disgraced comedians Brendan Krick & Nik Oldershaw spiral on mic, commit gaffes, and descend into conspiracy-laden mental illness. Trust your gut, and prepare for The Event.

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We discuss the tragic men in Nik’s bloodline, and speculate on Donald Trump’s opinion of various cartoon rats.

5 Reasons Why We Still Don’t Believe Those ‘3D Mario Collection’ Rumors

By now you’ve seen the rumors: a collection of some of Mario’s greatest 3D adventures are supposedly going to be released on Switch. 

Well, if that sounds too good to be true, that’s because it sadly is. After months of leaks and baseless speculation (heck, even the official Nintendo Twitter account shared a rumor that the game would be released on September 18), no Mario 3D All Stars ever materialized. And while some fanboys are holding out hope that the game might still see the light of day, here’s 5 reasons why those “3D Mario Collection” Rumors are false!

  1. If this game was real, how come we haven’t seen it in stores? Target, WalMart, Best Buy – absolutely no one has it for sale. You mean to tell me a collection of 20+ year old games are so popular that the biggest retailers can’t keep them in stock? Yeah right. Sounds made up to us.
  2. If it was real, Nintendo would have announced the game in a general Direct. Fact: There hasn’t been a general Direct in over a year! Sure, there’s been partner showcases (including one in August that was so terrible, I’ve been flat out ignoring everything from Nintendo since then). But no real Directs.

  3. Nintendo’s next game is Metroid Prime 4. Fan’s have been hotly anticipating this one since 2017. Obviously, Nintendo would never jerk us around for years, without even so much as a progress update, right? Clearly Metroid, and not a silly Mario collection, is the next game in the queue.
  4. We’ve suffered a traumatic brain injury. We’ll admit that it is possible, although highly unlikely, that the Mario game has been released and we forgot about it. We were in a terrible biking accident that severely damaged our short-term memory. Sometimes we forget things right after they happen. Additionally, we should also mention that we were in a horrible biking accident that damaged our short-term memory.

  5. Super Mario Sunshine is dumb. No one wants to play that game, so why would that be included as one of the three Mario games in a 3D collection? It just makes absolutely no sense. You run around shooting water? Come the fuck on.

Based on the facts, there’s simply no conceivable truth to the outrageous rumors. But in the interest of fairness, we’ll check back again around April or so and see if we can find the game available for purchase then. But, we’re not going to hold our breath! Especially because our body is pretty weak after that biking accident.

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New Facebook Tab Switches to Classic Mode If Clicked, But Somebody You Don’t Know Will Die

SAN FRANCISCO — Facebook has debuted a new feature that allows users to revert their profiles to Facebook Classic for 48 hours by clicking a tab, although doing so will result in the death of a stranger somewhere in the world.

“Zuckerberg forced all the devs to come into the office on a Saturday a few months ago to watch The Box together, that movie from ten years ago with the button that gives you a million dollars but kills someone if you push it,” said Facebook developer Jaleel Davidson. “After the screening, Zuck explained how it matched the core philosophy he had in mind for Facebook. He said that people should be able to make small choices to personalize their newsfeed, but that it should come at a grave, grave cost. That’s when we started working on the new Facebook design.”

“Part of me wanted to walk out of the company right then and there,” Davidson added. “But, you know, I get paid pretty well and it’s a chill job.”

Though every aspect of the new tab is explicitly stated, most users have thus far found no qualms causing a stranger to die.

“It was a little frustrating because the app kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to be responsible for someone’s literal death, and I’m like, ‘As long as I don’t have to relearn how to access to my QAnon Cuties Facebook group, I’ll strangle somebody I do know,’ you know?” explained recent tab-clicker Larry Johnston while cleaning a loaded AR-15. “Then it made me do all these CAPTCHAs that said ‘Click on all the people you wouldn’t mind dying horrifically,’ and it took me a few minutes to click every picture. It was very annoying and took me forever.”

“The stupid thing resets every two days,” Johnston said. “I’ve killed like seven people already.”

Results seem to indicate that Facebook users are both very much enjoying the new feature and dying at an alarming rate. 

“My sister clicked it yesterday, and she couldn’t stop talking about how much she preferred Classic Mode and how she hoped whoever she killed was a criminal. And then weirdly this morning she tripped while making cereal and impaled her brain with a spoon,” said Gary Legland. “You know, our other sister also died a few days ago after electrocuting herself with an old Bop It toy. I wonder if she’d switched to Classic Mode, too.”

As of press time, Facebook was also testing out a new functionality on IGTV whereby The Ring antagonist Sadako Yamamura crawls out of users’ phone screens if they watch any videos that didn’t pay Facebook for a boost.

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Help! I’m Trying to Watch This Cradle Of Filth Livestream But My Cauldron Keeps Buffering

Curses! Here I am trying to enjoy a live-streamed performance from Cradle of Filth, my beloved purveyors of gothic metal darkness, and wouldn’t you know it, my cauldron won’t stop buffering! Typical. I’ve been looking forward to Dani Filth & co.’s virtual concierto all week and, of course, my connection slows to that of a garden slug before ceasing altogether.

Great, now it’s frozen on Marthus Škaroupka making an awkward face.

I tried turning the hellfire off and on again and I’m still having the same issue! At this point, I regret ever switching from Verizon Fios.

God’s Wounds, what a pain! I tried contacting my coven’s IT department but got their autoreply. I bet they’re watching CoF launch into “Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids” or “Scorched Earth Erotica” while I’m sitting here inhaling theater size boxes of Rainbow Nerds and Tropical Typhoon Mike & Ikes. A pox on you, Bed Bath & Beyond! A pox on your discounted candy sales!

I tried calling the number on the back of my cauldron but it’s one month out of warranty. How am I supposed to imbibe the bleak majesty of songs like “Suicide and Other Comforts,” “Nymphetamine Fix,” and of course, “Gilded Cunt,” when the putrid bubbling broth in front of me won’t say anything but “25% Loading” for the past twenty minutes?

Why’d I even bother with cast iron? Sure, it sounds cool, weighs a ton, and both entraps and protects the properties of potions brewed within it, but if it can’t connect to the internet because everyone in my forest is watching Never Have I Ever on Netflix, then what’s the fucking point?

Someone on the Brewdit forums suggested connecting to my router directly to the cauldron but when I tried it, the ethernet cable turned into a corkscrew duck penis, which would have been pretty cool under different circumstances.

Drats. I was hoping for “Absinthe with Faust,” but now I have to settle for Charleston Chews with Nightmare Before Christmas on DVD.

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