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more power metal lyrics in french

here's some more French lyrics

Sacrifice

Verse 1 Pris Dans un monde, ou rien semble réelle Perdu Dans la ribambelle tu n'as pas d'autre choix que d'obeir Afin de les assouvir

Pre-chorus A bout, tu jure de mettre fin au cycle De ce foutu système schizophrénique

Chorus Fini le tourment à prix d'aubaine Tu briseras tes chaînes Au diable, l’Oppression et le vice Ce sera ton sacrifice

Verse 2 La grande évasion à peine commencé tu voit l'ampleur de leurs pêchés Des Milliers De gens sans avenir A genoux tous, ils prient

Pre-Chorus

Chorus 2 Fini leur tourments a prix d'aubaine Tu briseras leurs chaînes Ces pauvres innocents te remercie Pour ton humble sacrifice

Piano Bridge

Solos

Pre-Chorus

Chorus 1

Chorus 2

Le Temple des Défunts

Verse 1 La dynastie tire à sa fin Le pharaon legue les clés entre tes mains

Les écritures du dieu soleil, Ra T'indiquera la bonne voie

Pre-chorus 1 Pénètre dans le temple Ou sont enterer les rois

Chorus 1 Enfoui Derrière les portes Se trouve tout ce qui te revient Noyé sous la marre d'embrun Sous le temple des défunts

Verse 2 Un nouveau roi, frère de sang froid Reigne sans foi, sans pitié, ni loi

le peuple te voit, debout, devant Ra Brandir la toile de soie

Pré-chorus 2 Enfoui dans le temple Enterrer avec les rois

Chorus 2 La voix de la raison Ècho a travers l'horizon Et raisonne jusqu'au tombes Sous le temple des défunts

Bridge

Interlude x2 Brise la malediction Éveille l'âme de Ra Qui sommeille en toi

Solo

Pre-Chorus 1

Chorus 1

Chorus 2

Dans les yeux de la mort

Verse 1 Sous les nuages gris et en pleurs La terre tremble de peur Dans l'air, la fumée noirci les cieux (saison du feu)

Armée de son grand courage Elle traverse les ravages Elle combat l'angoisse et la faim (Et le chagrin)

Pre-chorus Pour sauvé ces pauvres damnées D'un monde où rien n'est sacré

Chorus Elle fait face a son sort Dans les yeux de la mort Guidée par l'amour et la piété La douleur de subir La perte d'êtres aimés La pousse a ne pas renoncer

Verse 2 Leur sang s'étale a travers les sables Les cieux leur ferme l'étable Condamnés aux atrocités et l'enfer (De la guerre) Au Désespoir, ils crient et supplient Des prières aux vents attirent Les fourbes de tyrans, de faux prophètes (Dans l'ombre, ils guette)

Pré-chorus 2 Elle sera leur bouclier Sous le Signe, elle en a jurer

Chorus

Solos

Pré-Chorus 1

Chorus 2x

Terre des ombres

Verse 1 Quel est cette étrange lumière Qui envahit mes yeux? Est-ce un rêve brumeux? Quel est cette douce sensation Qui réchauffe mon coeur? Elle illumine ma noirceur

Chorus Nettoie les décombres De la terre des ombres Ton amour, elle m'a donnée Le droit de rêver

Je m'abreuve de ta joie de vivre Les ondes de mon âme vibrent J'ai pardonner tout mes pêchés Me voila, enfin liberée!

De la terre des ombres

Verse 2 Quel est ce sentiment qui hante Le creux de mon ventre? Pris Dans les couloirs du temps Au fond de la rivière du loup Le futur est a nous Nous vivrons Sous le soleil d'août

Chorus

Bridge

Solos

Chorus x2

Révélations

Verse 1 Je vois le ciel s'ouvrire devant mes yeux Une vision m'aveugle Mon coeur s'enflamme tel des flèches de feux Les quatres cavaliers mènent la charge A travers les champs Mon esprit chamboule en plein désossage

Pre-chorus Oh, personne est innocent Non, ça ne fait que trop de sens

Chorus Mon âme en implosion Devant les révélations Le déni de la vérité

Le choque des saisons Terni par les ombres Un long périble commence, et je dois l'accepté

Verse 2 Aucune onde dans la mer de verre Le temple est ouvert Le samaritain m'acceuille à bras ouvert sa bonté et sa sagesse m'éclairera Elle me guidera À travers les épreuves, je survivra

Pre-chorus

Chorus

Bridge

Solos

Chorus

Le chaos

Verse 1 Pardonnez-nous, mon père, gardien de La vie sur terre Le poison s'incruste dans l'air Le future tel que promis par nos mère et nos ancêtres Condamner a disparaître

Vos dieux cupides Nous génocident!

Le château de cartes, tenant sur rien qu'un fil mince Lentement, il s'évince Le peuple crie et cours sous le regard des vautours Percher du haut des tours

Pre-chorus Tout ça, pour faire rire les rois Sans coeur, ni foi Exploitant la gronde et l'effroi

Chorus 1 Répand le fléau Tel que prédits, jadis, par les hérauts Naissance du chaos Le décompte est a zero

Verse 2 La torture de l'esprit, cette fois-ci, c'en est fini L'avenir est entre nos mains Ça prend des sacrifice, et certains vont laissez leur vie Mais ça sera pas en vain!

Pre-chorus 2 Luttons pour une nouvelle ère Pour nos enfants Ensemble, Soyons la lumière

Chorus 2 La fin du fléau Signale l'avortement du chaos Nous sommes pas des héros Juste parents, amants, soeurs et frèrots!

Solo 1

Bridge Ainsi soit le nouvel âge Au diable, l'esclavage! Gloire a vous, notre saint père Gardien de la terre

Solo 2

Chorus 2 repeat La fin du fléau Signale l'avortement du chaos Nous sommes pas des héros Juste parents, amants, soeurs et frèrots!

Éternel

Verse 1 J'entend ta voix Ta mélodie illumine Les zones noires Des couloirs sombres de la mine Ou se cache mon coeur meutri

Mon mal de vivre Persiste et s'intensifie Comme un homme ivre Dont la bouteille pourrit l'esprit Mais mon coeur bat Aux sons de tes cris

Pre-chorus Je tend ma main, redonne-moi vie Ma dernière chance, mon dernier cri

Chorus Je suis enfin réveillé Pour la première fois, je pousse mes ailes Et je m'envole, à tes côtés Dans le comforts de nos bras, de notre amour éternel

Verse 2 Je n'ai pas vu Passer les sables blanc du temps Pas grave, J'ai pu M'ouvrire les yeux Juste a temps Pour que le monde devient notre throne

Pre-chorus

Chorus

Solos

Chorus x2

Le Vide

Verse 1 Dans les abymes, une vielle image s'efface Le venin gris de l'indifférence prend place Mon corps se dépèce de ma chair périmée Dans l'ombre, j'attend le dernier grain du sablier

Pre-chorus Je perd tout mes sens Dans cette violence Je parle dans le silence Mon esprit sombre dans la démence

Chorus Mon âme s'enflamme derrière la glace Je fond dans le vide Noir vision, douleur vorace Ma mémoire se dilapide Tout est vide Verse 2 Au fond des eaux, tout ce que je vois est brume Une mince lueur brille a peine dans l'écume Le trou sans fond avale la dernière terre Même dans la mort, une âme voguera sur la mer

Pre-chorus

Chorus

Piano Bridge

Solos (both Piano and guitar interchanging)

Chorus

#lyrics #french #i know #French and metal lol #But anyways #I needed to do something

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kinnikuniverse-blog · 1 month ago

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Musing on this but didn't want to take over the original post.

Interesting to note that Resident Evil and Silent Hill, two of the most well-known originators of the survival horror genre but far from the only ones, were both firmly in the "Trivializing the horror is your reward for getting good" camp.

These were games that traded on putting you in a bad place filled with spookers. With making you afraid to leave the save room. Giving you just enough weapons and tools to get by to know that it won't be enough. Making you count your bullets and search carefully because you don't know where your next resupply is going to come from.

They were also games that offered speedrun bonuses. Complete this game in under 8 hours and you win a rocket launcher with infinite ammunition that can annihilate any enemy or boss in one hit. Silent Hill 3 lets you become a magical girl and vaporize enemies with magical eye beams or cut them to pieces with a functioning lightsaber.

These were games that wanted you to be afraid to turn around, but also wanted you to persevere, get stronger, and learn to overcome. They're often billed as games about being helpless, but it's more accurate to say that they were games about finding courage in dark places.

That the shrieking flesh obscenity isn't as scary the 15th time as it was the 1st time wasn't a flaw; It was the point. Fuck that thing right in its stupid face. It doesn't own you. If it wants to start shit, it can taste this goddamn lead pipe. My character is stronger now, her player is stronger now, and we are not afraid of you anymore.

These were the stories of people who persevered through difficult times, and that perseverance is reflected in the player's own relationship with the game.

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kinnikuniverse-blog · 2 months ago

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soul calibur chapter 26 - unwavering resolve

#Soul calibur #Fanfic #cassandra alexandra #heishiro mitsurugi #fights

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kinnikuniverse-blog · 2 months ago

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Any idiot can like something thats good. It takes a real genius to like things that suck ass

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kinnikuniverse-blog · 2 months ago

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Soul Calibur Chapter 25 - a Haunting Wind

#soul calibur #fanfic #action #shenanigans #Taki #Maxi #voldo #Taki vs Voldo

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kinnikuniverse-blog · 2 months ago

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power metal song lyrics in french

here some power metal lyrics in French that follows the album "afterlife" by nocturnal rites.

Après la mort

Verse 1 Dans le tunnel sombre, lien entre deux mondes Mon Âme confuse erre entre les saison Dans le brouillard, sans direction

Dans ce royaume, aux abimes angoissant Mes démons enfoui poussent leurs cries stridents Résonnant a travers le néant

Pré-chorus 1 Comme une prière La Brilliante lumière de l'au-dela M'accueuille à bras overt

Chorus La noirceur disparait de mon essence Au-dela des cendres, j'entame ma renaissance

La lumière divine efface mes remords Enfin guérie, mon Âme vie après la mort

Verse Le coeur du mal se manifeste encore Dans mon âme blessé, des traces de discorde Restent et me retiennent Comme un ressort

Pré-refrain 2 Mais ca m'est égale Car je suis munie D'une force Curative et divine

Chorus

Solos

Pre-chorus 2

Chorus

Réveille-Toi

Verse 1 Pris Dans les catacombes du cynisme et du doute Ta colère rend tes rêves floues

Les mensonges s'incrustent en toi, en harmonie Lentement, ton sang pourrit

Pré-chrous 1 La douleur coule Dans tes veines La corde au cou, remplie de haine ces pensées n'en valent pas la peine!

Chorus Réveille-Toi Je t'en prie Avant que le remord te hante toute ta vie

Réveille-toi Je t'appelle Réveille-toi, ma belle!

Verse 2 La mort, cruel et froide, te gruge apres les os Tes larmes coulent a flot Une tornade violente d'émotion éclot Libere-toi de tes maux

Pré-Refrain 2 Voit Enfin tout ce que tu as De l'amour et, surtout, un toit Seche tes larmes et écoute-moi

Chorus

Solos

Verse 3 Tes pêchés ne justifient La douleur injuste que tu t'inflige Retourne a la réalité Ouvre les yeux et réveille-toi!

Chorus

La traversée du Pêcheur

Verse 1 Libère-toi de toute tes peurs Et fait face au diable Prend ton courage a deux mains Ton Âme est remédiable

Pre-chorus voyage vers l'infini En quête de paix d'esprit Tu Vogue sur l'océan, et tu trouveras la voie Mon ami

Chorus Au-dela des étoiles Traverse la rivière, vers les rivages d'un autre temps Au-dela des étoiles Tu atteindra le firmament Il t'attend, la-bas

Verse 2

Tu trouveras ton remède Pour guérir tes pêchés Et banir les ombres pour de bon Alors, entame ton long…

Pre-chorus voyage vers l'infini En quête de paix d'esprit Tu Vogue sur l'océan, et tu trouveras la voie Mon ami

Chorus

Instrumental bridge

Solos

Pre-chorus

Chorus

Sorti du gouffre

Verse 1

Regarde la bête droit Dans les yeux L'animal se déchaine Au plus profond de toi, tu trouveras La force pure de l'Éden

Verse 2 L'oeil vaillant de ton esprit révèle Les portes fermés à clés Avec courage, Brise ton sceau émotionnel Sois enfin libéré!

Pre-chorus Marche a travers les flammes, personne ne peut t'arrêter L'inconnu ne t'est plus étranger

Chorus Ton Âme est tombée Mais ce n'est pas ta dernière heure Alors, reprend ton souffle Tu est sorti du gouffre

Verse 3 Cloué sur la Croix, on te crache dessus Car tu refuse de les suivre Mais voila, tes menottes se sont brisées C'est toi qui riras le dernier!

Pré-chorus

Chorus

Solos

Interlude Regarde-moi, voit ce que Je suis devenu Même face au diable, je ne crains rien Je suis perpétuelle!

Pre-chorus J'marche à travers les flammes, personne ne peut m'arrêter L'inconnu ne m'est plus étranger

Chorus x2 Mon Âme est tombée Mais ce n'est pas ma dernière heure Je reprend mon souffle Je suis sorti du gouffre

Le Signe

Verse 1 Dans la nuit, tu les entends ces pauvres enfants Perdu, affamé, ils sont chaviré Illumine-leurs la voie Trouve-leurs un abri Un sanctuaire Dans un monde terni

Pre-chorus leurs regard rempli de détresse Tu les couves De toute ta tendresse

Chorus Le signe illumine la nuit et Appaise leurs coeurs blessé Meutri Par la vie

Le Signe veille sur les éveillés En conscience et en bonté En échange de piété

Verse 2 Tes souvenirs Enfoui De peine et d'euphorie De ton enfance triste Réssurgit

La douleur oublié De te faire Enlevé Tes parents bien aimé par pur cruauté

Pré-chorus 2 Plus jamais De peine et de tristesse Sous le Signe Tu en fait la promesse

Chorus 2

Le signe illumine la nuit et Appaise ton coeur blessé Meutri Par la vie

Le Signe veille sur les éveillés En conscience et en bonté En échange de piété

Instrumental bridge

Solos

Pré-chorus 2

Chorus 1

Chorus 2

Enfant terrible

Verse 1 Née Dans la mort, la misère et la peur Le fruit d'un désir charnel et sans saveur Enfant Terrible, maudite par le serpent Mais elle garde la tête haute Comme le firmament

Pre-chorus 1 Elle pars au loin, laissant Les rue débridées Pour changer sa destinée

Chorus Vue et jugée par dix-milles regards Elle part pour la gloire Les bruits des autres lui sont inaudible Elle est l'enfant terrible

Verse 2 Dans son chemin, des sinistres démons Surveillant de près, cachés Dans les ombres Les yeux pétillant, elle allumera la flamme Pour éloigner Les serpents voleurs d'âme

Pre-chorus 2 Témoin de vices, de crimes et de malice Elle combat l'injustice

Chorus

Solos

Pre-Chorus 2

Chorus

Séquence Génétique: Distortion

Intro

Initiation de La Séquence de distortion Génétique

Lancement de l'humanicide involontaire

Verse 1 Messieurs, Soyez témoins Du début de la fin Le monde devient noir de cendres Vide de sens

Le deuxième Avènement du cycle décadent Qui a détruit Rome, auparavent

Pre-chorus Une autre extinction de masse Qui survivra? Les echantillons d'humains sont la

Chorus Évaluer, éliminer Éliminé le monde

Verse 2 Évolution Génétique L'homme n'est plus humain Il a tout remplacer par la robotique

Et commence la distortion Décodant l'esprit Remplace l'art et l’âme par Une illusion

Pré-Chorus

Chorus

Solos

Pré-Chorus

Chorus

#power metal #lyrics #french #i know #French and metal don't fit #but whatever #i'm talking to myself #as usual

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A Little Time- A day like any other

-Cooperative apartments, Near Chambly Road-

The dim light of the early morning sky snuck through the curtains of Mark's bedroom window. The morning alarm cried out one, two three times, before the young man finally slammed his fist onto it. As his body got up and he yawned and stretched, he mumbled some mumbo junior about how the alarm clock is the worst thing humanity has ever invented. a contraption so vile that the entire species regretted coming up with such a twisted invention the moment it started functioning.

Soon enough, he arranged his bed and looked at the various cartridges and CDs in his IKEA shelf, where his game consoles laid. His eyes darted left and right, taking in the sights of the countless games that he has been spending his time on. Those stupid mine cart levels on Donkey Kong Country, the various lineups and fantasy hockey games that he simulated on NHL 94, and the lap times he sought to improve on Ridge Racer…but as he gazed on the crash bandicoot CD case, painful memories of those hellish bridge levels came back flooding into his mind.

Suddenly, before he could fall into a post-traumatic state, three knocks on the door followed.

"Hey, bro!" A female voice said on the other side. "Stop gawking at Josée Lavigueur and come have breakfast!"

That was her big sister, Lina, perhaps the world heavyweight champion of annoying big sisters. Always with a line tailor made to make him blush. And the worst part? It's always rooted in the truth. It was his little morning routine, waking up before everyone else, turning on the small TV in his room to catch Superforme on RDS, The morning exercise show hosted by the encouraging and energetic blonde Josée Lavigueur, one of the four female figures that Marc.. fancied.

With a grunt, Marc grabbed his Canada notebook and opened the door. There, in the frame, stood Lina, her blonde hair all loose like a carpet reaching her back, her lithe, dancer-like frame covered by her high-waisted jeans and her Nirvana smiley t-shirt (a band she doesn't even listens to.). Even in spite of her teasing and her taste in cheesy horror films, Marc still liked her. She was like a second mother to him, what with their mother often working long hours to provide for them.

"I wasn't even watching TV this morning." Marc retaliated as he walked towards the kitchen.

"You need to leave for school soon, pipsqueak." She said with a smile as she placed her arm around his shoulder. "You're growing nicely, if I'm honest." She said as she looked at her little brother. "Your shoulders are getting more defined!"

As they stepped into the kitchen, their mother was about to put the plates on the table. Nathalie was a single woman, age 37, working hard to provide às comfortable a life for her children as possible, with Lina helping her as the elder sibling and outside aid from Marc's uncle and grandparents. The meals were prepared quickly, and some end of months can be rough, but together, they always pull through.

Even so, the stress of it all was starting to be a little apparent on her face, with subtle wrinkles starting to appear around her green eyes. Her blonde hair was cut short in a style similar to the girl from the X Files, and Marc could notice one white stray or two having appeared recently. Even then, she kept her cool, and she happily offered her children two plates of eggs with fruits and toast.

"A healthy breakfast. The last one of the week!" She said as she petted her baby boy on the head. "Remember, even if you think math is hard, keep your cool, Marc. Just make sure you pass the minimum score."

"Yes, mom…" he said as he took his first bite of his wheat toast. "What about you, Lina? How's work?"

"Been doing pretty good. It's a bit challenging, but I like it." Lina said as she bit into the apple slice. "Got my dance practice tomorrow. What about you, bro? Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?"

Marc deposed his glass of Tropicana orange juice on the napron. "Well, pretty much spending the day watching Canal famille, then go watch the night's hockey game at Sandrine's house."

"Oh, I see…you don't want to miss your beloved Sailor Jupiter, don't you?" Lina asked, a cheeky smile on her face as her chin landed on her hands.

"S-stop it, dammit!" Marc retorted, his face red as he looked down at his feet. "You know I'm mainly watching for Dragon Ball and Animaniacs…"

"Yeah, sure…" Lina said with a giggle. "It's okay to like girls stuff, too, you know?"

"Well…yeah, I know." Marc said. "I never…I never really made the difference."

"Because there is none." Lina said as she took her last sip of her juice. "Honestly, that's what i like about you, bro. You always give everyone a chance."

Then, Nathalie picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen sink for dishwashing. "Its time to go, kids! Don't be late!" She told them after taking a glance at the clock.

Soon enough, both Lina and Marc grabbed their bags, put on their winter coats and boots and headed out into the cold streets of their neighborhood. The air was calm, not too windy, while the streets were covered in a small canvas of snow, freshly deblayed by the city's plows the previous night. Rows of small houses and cooperative apartments filled the walkable streets, with only a handful of cars parked near the walkways. The little park in front of the baseball and soccer fields, usually fileld with people, now sat in the silence of the early morning, the small creaks of swings lightly rocking back and forth and the sound of heavy bootsteps through the snow the only music currently playing.

Lina grabbed Marc's hand to help him jump over a small wall of snow, a byproduct of the street clearing conducted by the plow dirvers last night.

"Man, if only we had Mr. Plow here, in Longueuil." Marc quipped as he wiped the snow remnants off his jeans.

"Homer Simpson wouldn't have just plowed the snow out. He would've plowed the whole street, creatign even worse potholes than there already is!" Lina responded as they walked towards the bus stop with good humor. As they approached, Marc recognised the girl in the pink coat standing in the bus cabin.

"Hey, Sandrine!" He shouted as he waved at her. The girl turned around, her brown eyes widening as she smiled and waved back. 14 years-old Sandrine Marchant has been Marc's best friend and neighbor for as long as they could remember. Marc really enjoyed being with her, for she shared a lot of similar geeky hobbies with him. Her brown hair was tied up in a long ponytail, and she had her signature round glasses on, as usual.

"How's it going, Marc?" She asked him, happy to see her friend.

"Ugh, stupid math test…" he simply answered with a groan, prompting honest laughter from her. If he was honest with himself…he enjoyed making her laugh.

"Yeah, I hear ya." Samdrine said, nodding at him in sympathy. "But don't worry, it's Friday! Afterwards, we'll play games and, tomorrow, it will be anime day!"

"Yeah, and the hockey game." Marc said, showing off his Canada notebook filled with stats and lineups.

"I'm baffled that you suck at maths, yet you compile all these sports stats!" Sandrine told him as she looked as his notebook.

"Its definitely more fun than divisions, for sure!" Marc responded.

"He prefers the Adams division." Lina quipped, prompting laughter from the both of them at that hockey reference. Meanwhile, the distant hum of a bus echoed in the distance. Lina checked the RTL bus coming towards their street a few minutes from there.

"Well, see ya later, nerds." Lina told the young people as she walked forward, ready to step into the bus. As they waved each other goodbye and looked at the bus leaving, Marc and Sandrine looked at each other.

"Can't wait for tomorrow morning…" Marc said as he stretched. "Wonder what scheme Queen Beryl and her four dudes are up to."

"I'm excited for that new show, Nadia." She said, referring to the quebec French debut of Nadia: The secret of blue water, known for its mix of light adventure with surprisingly dark moments. "Have you seen the preview? The animation looks gorgeous!"

"Yeah, it looks interesting." Marc said before she noticed another Canada notebook, this time, in Sandrine's hands. He remembered that Sandrine drew in her spare time. Often art of her favorite characters. "Say, did you draw anything new recently?"

"Uh? Oh, sure did!" She said, showing her notebook proudly. "Wanna see what i came up with on saturday night, during the hockey game?"

"Y-Yeah, I'd love to!" He said, his cheeks reddening out of timidity upon seeing her smile.

-Gerard-Filion secondary School-

The most popular public secondary school in Longueuil, the Gerard-Filion had a somewhat shoddy reputation as a school for the less-fortunate citizens of Longueuil. Stories of bullying also made their way out of the building, but for Marc and Sandrine, they were lucky, For they always stuck together at the same safe spots with their friends Thomas and Sarah. They were always seen either in class or at the school's library, reading, sharing their Canada notebook and just general talking about their specific interests.

Thomas was the oldest among them at age 16. A self-declared sports analyst, he and Marc can spend endless hours talking about who was the best ever between Wayne Gretzky and Mario Lemieux, as well as debating who the Canadiens or the Expos should trade for, and, if course, endless Simpsons and François Perusse references. What was particular about him, hiwever, was his sheer encyclopedic knowledge of music albums. During lunchtime, clad in his Chicago Bulls t-shirt, the spiky-haired Thomas brought over his CD player along with his earplugs so that he can share it with Marc and Sandrine.

"Alright, enough with the Celine Dions, TLC and all that FM radio crap, now, you're about to hear some good stuff!" Tnoma said as he brought forth three CDs, each with distinctive covers. The first, a chrome cover depicting a man on fire, with the title "Rage Against the Machine" written on it, the secodn featured four copies of a man sticking an overly long tongue out, with the words red hot chilling peppers and blood sugar sex magic written one alongside the other. Finally, the third was an elaborate painting of a bunch of Pirates in a tavern staring at a crystal ball depicting the earth on fire. The words "Running Wild" and "Black Hand Inn" written in large. Up and down.

"Geez, not your fucked up groups again…" Marc said with an exhausted sigh. He had experienced Thomas's weird recommendations in movies and music before, and those experiences…varied in enjoyment, but they were certainly special.

"I wanna try this one." Sandrine said as she pointed at the four tongues. "I actually have heard a nice song of theirs on.the radio: Under the Bridge."

Thomas gave them the CD player and put the disc in it. The two began bobbing their heads to the funky beats, an interesting mix of rock and RNB influences, with Flea's wild bass and john Frusciante's melodic guitar riffs soaring through the speakers.

"Huh…its actually not bad.. " Marc said, deep in thought.

"I like it! It's like hip-hop, but with rock." Sandrine said, smiling in approval.

"Yeah. Sadly, the guitarists no longer in the band." Thomas added, a hint of regret in hsi voice. "Said he hated being popular or soemthing."

"Huh? That's weird." Sandrine said, confused. "Why wouldn't you be happy that people like your music?"

"They aren't really the most sound mijlnds, and I'll leave it at that." Thimas said before he gave them the rage CD. "This is similar to the peppers, but it's a lot more…angry and revolutionary. You'll see what I mean."

As he started the CD, Marc and Sandrien were taken aback by the bombastic and uniquely weird guitar sounds of Tom Morello and Zack de la Rocha's wild, fury-fueled delivery.

"Damn, this is one angry dude…" Marc said.

"He's not wrong, though…" Sandrine said as she paid close attention to the lyrics.

"Yeah, those guys are angry, and after reading the lyrics, they're not completely wrong, either." He said before he finally took out the running wild CD. "Those guys, however, they are alot more fun. They're basically heavy metal pirates."

Sandrine and Marc laughed at that absurd description. "What, they rock out while sailing the seven seas?" Marc asked.

"Pretty much, yeah." Thomas said. "It's pretty freaking cool."

And they listened to the fast, melodic and sea shanty-inspired speed metal of Running wild, an asian-born girl, wearing a beige shirt with black jeans, joined their table, carrying a box containing a homemade meal.

"Did I hear that right? Heavy metal pirates?" She said as she sat down, removing a bang from her face.

"Yup. It's weird, but surprisingly catchy." Sandrine said.

"Wanna try it, Sarah?" Thomas asked the Asian girl.

"Uh…no, sorry, I don't really like heavy metal." She said, prompting a distraught reaction from Thomas. Everyone laughed at his exaggerated reaction. "Hey, Marc, did ya practice your combos on Street Fighter Alpha 2?" She asked the chatain-haired boy, who removed the earplugs in hsi ear.

"Yeah! I actually think I have become elite with Cammy." He said. "What about you? How's your Sakura?"

"Even more dangerous than before." Sarah told him with a wink. "Can't wait for you to lose again!"

"Maybe you should switch to a different main." Sandrine told Marc. "Like that, you won't get distracted by cammy's win pose!"

Marc blushed heavily, prompting laughter from his friends. Afterwards, they talked about everything from the upcoming hockey game to Sarah sharing tidbits of Vietnamese culture, Marc and Sandrine listening with open ears and a profound curiosity. As the schoolday ended, Marc came back home with Sandrine, and while the math test, as expected, was a struggle for him, he nonetheless felt happy about his chances. However, none of this mattered. What mattered was simply walking home, stopping at the video store to rent a game, and…simply spend time with Sandrine.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

#original work #slice of life #quebec #alternate history

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kinnikuniverse-blog · 3 months ago

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Nostalgia

A bunch of fanarts made in 2009: Kilik from Soul Calibur 3 and Xianghua and Yunsung from Soul Calibur 2 in their 2P outfit.

Those last months were so intense and chaotic that I wasn't in the mood to create anything. I'm moving on soon and it's been now 2 months that we're living among the cardboard boxes. But in the moment, I just need a break with all those "adult" duties.

In an attempt to get a creative spirit back, I was looking for an old drawing to study the coloring technique. And in that same file, I found out drawings I've made about Soul Calibur (I completely forgot about them 😱)

They're not perfect but they are a retrospective of how my technique evolves. Behind their imperfections, each mistake is called "experience".

When I get stuck, I need to look back to the old crafts as a reminder of how my skills improved and what I lack then and now. It kinda feels like reading a letter from the past but it helps to keep going. All these efforts matters. One step backwards to jump forward.

Hope these thoughts may inspired or help some wandering soul there ^^

And regarding today's date, I'd conclude:

🗡️ May the 4th (be with you) 🗡️

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kinnikuniverse-blog · 3 months ago

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A Little Time - a slice of life story

Cold…so cold…

The frost bit so hard. The pain was mind numbing. Marc couldn't even get up anymore. His muscles all numb from the unforgiving cold, the chilly winds piercing his old, worn out coat and damaging his skin. He could see the ice forming on his fingers. As his heartbeat slowed down, his last thoughts flashed before him.

Boredom. Dread. Pain. Suffering. War, occupation. Slavery. Chaos. Solitude.

The thought of the afterlife always lingered on in his mind since he was…well, since for as long as he could remember. Life is not worth living. Finally, at long last, freedom. Release. Happiness…is waiting.

"A person is better off dead", he always thought…because in the afterlife, happiness awaits. the life he always wanted.

And with an appeased, relieved smile, he closed his eyes for the last time…

-February, 1996, Longueuil, Québec, Canada-

Marc woke up in a huge haste, his face filled with sweat, his chest rising and falling quickly as he steadied his breath. That was…that was too real. One look around made him realise that he was no longer outside, in a hellish frozen wasteland. No…he was back in his room, the walls of a Lively blue hue, posters of video game art and hockey players filling them up. His small TV sitting on his shelf with a grey PlayStation and his old Super nintendo besides them, his cartridges and CDs on one side and his VHS collection on the other.

This felt surreal…he quickly got up from his bed, and he sought a mirror…any mirror, really. As he stepped into the bathroom, nearby, he finally found his reflection in the mirror. There he stood, with his plain châtain hair a bit scruffy from an awful night sleep, his face youthful again. His lean, slightly broad-shouldered frame hidden beneath his pyjamas, of a warm brownish red. With a splash of water on his face, Marc felt alive. Soothened. At peace.

But then, one question led to another: what year is it?

As he walked back to his room, his hand reached for the small Canada notebook laying on the table near his bed. He opened it, revealing page after page of random tidbits and sports teams stats and rosters. As his eyes scanned for any pertinent information, his gaze fell onto a set of lines from his beloved Montréal Canadiens hockey team:

"NHL 1995-1996

Montreal Canadiens

Coach: Jacques Demers

Leclair-Turgeon-Bellows

Damphousse-Koivu-Valeri Bure

Brunet-Carbonneau-Keane

Savage-Conroy-Tucker

Marc Bureau

Oleg Petrov

Malakhov-Desjardins

Lefebvre-Brisebois

Haller-Odelein

Peter Popovic

Stéphane Quintal

Craig Rivet (minors, promising guy. Might be a good D in the future.)

Patrick Roy

Ron Tugnutt"

And then, as he flipped to another page, it showed à photo of two baseball players jumping into each other's arms, with a hastily handwritten statement making his eyes blink.

"Montréal Expos 1994 World series champions"

With that, Marc breathed a huge sigh of relief, all the tension in his muscles leaving his body. All the pain…all the suffering. The cold…it was all just a bad dream.

He was back to the present, back to his little apartment in Longueuil that he shared with his mother and big sister. He was 13 years old again, his birthday at the end of this year. His mind slowed down, fatigue taking over his body as he crashed into his bed. He knew that school tomorrow was gonna be tough, with the stupid math class that always gave him trouble…oh well, at least, tomorrow is Friday, so that's a positive. Saturday will be his usual day of watching the animes on Canal Famille and, at night, the Habs will play against Peter Forsberg's Flyers.

"I really shouldn't have watched that damn 1984 movie…Thomas and his weird shit…" he said as he turned to his side and pulled the covers over his head. Still, it is crazy to think that the world could have been so different…if things happened a different way…

Kinda like the world he is living in.

A/N: So this is a little slice of life story that i imagined in my free time while i was too busy not wanting to continue my soul calibur fic. I dunno if ill make a whole series of this, but if i feel like adding some stuff, i might post some more. So yeah, thanks!

#original work #slice of life #coming of age #alternate history #90s #quebec

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