I got the Swedish and Norwegian words from Google translator, so I know it won't all be exactly correct. I am actually learning Norwegian right now, and already know some of the shit they put on there is fuckin' wrong lol. Please do enjoy, my pets!
Dethpoison: I
It was yet another marvelously brutal and explosive show by none other than the one and only, Dethklok, and the fans were ravenously mauling at each other simply to get closer to their object of obsession(which is obviously Dethklok), and the chaos only seemed to increase. There was the usual sinful scene of drooling woman offering a free show of bare breasts and exposed bottoms as well. The screaming was relentless and so was there determination to have one the brutal band mates shove there manhood inside of them. The female voices were rampant and ear shattering.
Nathan fuck me!, Skwisgaar I love you!, Pickles!, Toki!, and even the occasional, Murderface I want you!
Nathan explosion swung his long sleek raven black hair around as his bleak dark voice roared offensive and atrocious words into the microphone, which drove the eager and lustful ladies into a sheer state of disarray, and behind Nathans fierce appearance, he would be looking forward to fucking some of these fervent young ladies later on.
Pickles, even though he was intoxicated, was absolutely phenomenal on his drums as usual ; and the not-so-attractive William Murderface, with his legs spread far apart and bass guitar in very close proximity to his testicles, was doing swimmingly as well. Although the other band mates seemed to be doing well, the two Scandinavian guitarists seemed to be in sort of a childish little tiff with eachother, and even if you did not know them personally, it was apparent by the pouty and confrontational expressions on the morbidly painted faces.
The God-like Skwisgaar Skwigelf stood tall holding his tool of expression/therapy in his pale slender arms while his gorgeous wavy long blond locks shadowed his beautifully sculpted face, which was his meager attempt to shadow his distress toward the young Norwegian who stood playing his guitar beside him.
"RRRRR" The lovely looking Swede growled in disgust at the way in which Toki was playing his guitar, and then he gave into his fucking rage and permitted himself to slightly shove him with an arrogant sneer stretched across his face. Toki glared at the blond with his icy blue eyes on fire, and could feel his teeth bare, like that of a wolf who felt he was being pushed to lowest of the pack. Toki felt suddenly flooded with rage and swung his guitar at the Swedish man, and began to holler vengefully at his attractive attacker completely disrupting Skwisgaars guitar solo. Skwisgaar would not have this, his blood was boiling and his teeth were gritted so hard that you would almost think they would crack inside his mouth, so in retaliation he used the neck of his mighty guitar as a weapon. Toki writhed in utter agony as he crumpled to the floor clutching his crotch in his hands, whimpering pathetically. "Aaaooohhhh, my fucking balls!"
Suddenly the other members of the band fell silent and all six eyes watched as the angry Norwegian unsteadily got to his feet, they then looked at Skwisgaar almost fearing for him, but also they were, of course, amused as well. The only reason they some what feared for was because they know how "sweet-little-Toki" gets when he is pushed too far, and it usually ended in shower of blood.
There is only so much a highly dangerous rattle snake can take from a coyote before it strikes, though the coyote may be fierce and stronger than a mere limbless reptile, when it feel the need it can tear the other creature to bloody hell. Still on the other hand, the snake will hold out as long as necessary until it feels it may be in extreme danger, and then…bam, its attacker is now slowly on deaths door from one, painful, but meager bite.
"Hey, Toki, take it easy!" Yelled Pickles, as he walked away from his drum set.
"Hey dildos knock it off!" Nathans raspy dark voiced bellowed at the two combating guitar players. They were too busy trying to tear each other apart to even hear this, so Toki continued to deliver ruthless fists harshly into Skwisgaars face. The lovely looking Swedish guitar player was not really one for aggressive fighting as was the cute Norwegian, so he tried to use sarcastic and cocky facial expressions and insults instead, but all he wanted was for his face to stop being flogged by Toki. Then as Skwisgaar began pulling harshly at Tokis long straight chess nut hair, Toki began to do the same. At this point they were both tugging unremittingly at each others lovely locks, with their teeth bared like vicious wolves, and they were not ready to stop any time soon.
"Raaaaaahhhh! Skwisgaaaaaarrrrrrrrr!" Toki was absolutely livid at this point, ans Skwisgaar was growing weary of fighting.
"Toki what ams your problems?" Swkisgaar groaned, trying to pry Tokis hand from his skinny fragile wrist.
"My problems? What ams your problems?" Toki argued. "Why do yous always haves to act like yous way more gooders than me all the times, huh?"
"Because I ams!" Skwisgaar roared in return, as he pushed Toki down on the stage floor knowing he was more vulnerable at the moment. Toki just sat leaning on his palms breathing heavily, too enraged to speak.
Skwisgaar groaned pathetically once his body realized he had taken a major beating. "Jävlar! my fucking face is killings me, and I think yous almost teareds some of my hairs out you dildo!", He whined.
Skwisgaar had indeed taken quit a thrashing, his right eye was swollen, his mouth and nose were bleeding profusely, he had cuts and bruises all on his arms and neck, and his shirt was torn, and to top it off, he had lost a tooth (which, because of his stature could be taken care of easily).
Skwisgaar was so annoyed about the damage done to his handsome face, that he felt the need to strike back a bit, despite his better judgment, and gave the enraged young Norwegian a spiteful kick.
That was a very major error for him to make at this moment, and he knew this as soon as he saw the flaming glare Toki shot at him. He was glowering venomously at him as if he were an object of prey for him to consume. Skwigaar stood his ground as Toki slowly got to his feet. "Hey, takes it easy Toki, you knows you don'ts really wants to fight no mores", Skwisgaar stammered, while he wiped blood from his lips.
At that same moment the pleasantly drunk Pickles decided to intervene. "Hey, guys, why are yeh doin' this right now ?" he began. "Look, Toki, yeh already beat the living shit outta 'im, so why don't yeh just relax and have a drink or somethin'? Just calm down, dude" Pickles requested, offering Toki a friendly swig of his vodka.
"Ja, Toki, let's just haves a drink and stops tryings to kills me", Skwisgaar chimed in. Toki looked at the bottle for a moment before grabbing it and taking 5 huge gulps, and handed it with hesitation to Skwisgaar, making sure not to make eye contact.
Toki took a long deep breath allowing the lovely burning sensation of the alcohol to ease his nerves, looked apprehensively at Skwisgaar with glazed over eyes, and then looked at the blood spatters on the stage floor feeling the wretched "guilt monster" sink its teeth in. "I…I s-sorries, Skwisgaar, I just wanted to bes treated respectiblies", He choked.
Oh, fucking hell! He ams givings mes dat fucking look! Dat fucking dildo! Why does his eyes haves to bes so...so...fuking lobelys. I did not just says dat! I hates my brains right nows!
Skwisgaar was suddenly uneasy when he felt Toki fall into him with an unexpected embrace. He then noticed that Toki wreaked heavily of alcohol and knew he must have been drinking since this afternoon. He had a feeling this had started up again, but wanted to try to ignore how this afternoon Toki had been getting up over and over during another one of their mundane band meetings, and then slugishly returning with his plastic red cup full of what he had said was just "water", then sitting down mumbling indistincly to himself, and smiling like a lazy fool. The best was when he projectile-vomited all over the long table, smiled and said, "I t'inks...I might...habes de stomach flus...Ha Ha! Is dat my puke?" It was obvious, but Skwisgaar did not want it to be true.
"That fucking dildo, he's been drinkin's again, I haves no respects for him!" Skwisgaar thought, as he rolled his eyes in utter disgust at Toki's nauseating show of affection.
"Ah!" Toki shouted suddenly, a tremor in his voice. Swkisgaar winced in pain when Toki gripped his bruised arms too harshly.
"Toki, what ams you doings?" He groaned. Toki seemed to go completely limp then proceeded to fall to his knees. "Okay, we gets it, you ams sorries. No needs to bes so dramaicals. Pffft." Skwisgaar scoffed.
Toki fell flat on his face, and he was not moving.
Pickles tilted his head in puzzlement, and said, "Hey, Toki, yeh can't be that drunk already. Get up dude."
Nathan, being the "big brother figure" of the band, began to feel a tad worried about the fallen, fragile, young band mate, and quickly made his way to the limp motionless body. "Hey, Toki, get up" he irrationally demanded.
All of the sudden the band realized how silent the audience was, and it was a bit eerie. They were completely frozen in suspense, as if this death metal show had transformed into a tragic theatre performance. Girls eyes were watering, people were wringing their sweaty hands in suspense, and all the mania was simply gone. The audience was completely engrossed in the events on the stage.
Nathan and Skwisgaar poked and prodded at poor Toki with their boots, but still got no response. Nathan knelt down by his side and turned Toki over. He was still breathing, but Nathan noticed something protruding from Toki's left arm. It was some sort of strange looking dart with red feathers on the end. "What the fuck is that?" Nathan said.
Nathan carelessly yanked it out and examined it. "Hmmm", he grunted. "Come on, Toki, wake up!" he said, with a hint of worry in his gruff voice. Nathan, being the rough man that he is, slapped Toki across the cheek, not realizing his own strength, and then went on to shake him. "Owwie", Toki whimpered.
"Toki!" Nathan gasped. Toki's weary eyes slowly opened a bit, his pale lips parted and he said, "Nat'ans, I don'ts feels too goods" His eyes began to roll back into his spinning head again, so Nathan, out of pure panic, shook him like a fucking rag doll.
"Hey, dude, stop shakin' 'im, the last time I did that when he was passed out, he fuckin' puked on me", Pickled said, bending down next to Nathan.
Soon enough Murderface joined the others, leaving his bass on the floor behind him. "Okay, everybody schtand back, I saw this on the discovery channel!" He said heroically, holding a bucket of water, he then proceeded to carelessly toss it on Toki.
"Hey, what de fucks does you t'inks you ams doing, Murderface? He ams not a whale ons de beach!" Skwisgaar bellowed, wich was follewed by a long series of swedish swear words that he knew Murderface could not understand.
"Well at least I'm trying you dildo lizard!" Murderface aggressively shot back. Soon enough they were bickering with each other like children, completely ignoring the urgent matter at hand.
"Stop it you dicks!" Nathan bellowed, pulling the two apart.
Toki twitched a bit and coughed up some water. "Are you tryings to kills me?" Toki croaked.
"I'ms not, but Murderface ams!" Skwisgaar said in response, pointing an acusing finger at Murderface.
"I am not!" Muderface protested. Before they could continue quarrelling, Nathan smacked them both upside the head and told them to shut up.
"Here, keep his head elevated" Pickles suggesting, as he placed his hand beneath the back of Toki's head.
"Let me do it!" Muderface shoved Pickles aside to take over, but only succeeded in dropping Toki's fragile head on the floor.
"Ah", He cried.
"Now looks what you dids, you ams hurting hims more!" Skwisgaar argued. "I t'inks he needs to be shaked, sos he will wakes up" Skwisgaar lifted Toki and began to shake him harshly while yelling at him to awaken, "Come ons, Toki it's times to wakes up!"He sounded like an annoying parent having to wake their child up for school.
"Stops it Swisgaar, you ams gonna makes me t'rows up" Toki whined.
"Oh", Skwisgaar said, quickly dropping him on the floor again.
"All of you stop! This isn't working you guys! We probably need help or something…so, we should get it...I guess" Nathan mindlessly grunted.
"Hey, we got a guitarist down over 'ere!" Pickled yelled.
Soon enough a group of the ominous looking men in black hoods came rushing to the stage. They quickly examined Toki, one of them had a stethoscope (he must have been one from the medical unit, who always stayed back stage in case of an event such as this one at hand) who felt Tokis pulse and shined a light in his eyes etc.
"I t'ink I'ms d-dyings N-Nat'ans, and I t'inks….I t'inks…" Toki babbled incoherently. Nathan looked hard at Toki, trying not "feel" anything, but he found this to be a shockingly daunting task.
Everything and everyone looked distorted to Toki, and their voices sounded frightning and contorted.
"Oh, shucks, I t'inks I is d-d-dyings! Nat'ans I don't wants to dies yet!" Toki wailed. He was frantic.
"You're not dying, Toki. You just need to shut up right now, okay?" Nathan said, his words broken and clumsy, trying shadow his emotion from the very sensitive band member.
The klokateer with the medical equipment was calling for a stretcher to take the feeble young man away, while the other klokateers demanded the crazy fans to leave immediately. Though the fans were engrossed in the events at hand, they knew there would be dire consequences if they did not obey the frightening men in masks. "Toki we love you!"A couple of lovely looking ladies shouted as they exited.
When Toki's drained eyes saw the men coming toward him with a stretcher, he suddenly became alarmed. "Hey, uuuuhhhhhhh…Toki, uh, they just wanna help you..and, uh, yeah…so stay calm", Nathan consoled.
"Nat'ans?"
"Uh, yeah Toki?"
"I's s-scareds"
"Hey, don't worry you're a member of the most brutal band in the world, and plus, being scared isn't very metal", Nathan said.
"Nat'ans…?"
"Uh, yeah, Toki?" he said leaning closer to hear him better.
"I…I", Toki mumbled. Before Nathan could dodge it, Toki proceeded to vomit on his chest.
"Uuuughhh, s-sorries Nat'ans. Oh, my stomachs is on fires! Ehhh!" Toki breathed, he then became completely flaccid, but Nathan caught his head before it could hit the floor again.
"Oh, Toki, why did you have to puke on me again?" he murmured. Nathan saw that Toki was totally out cold and now felt safe enough to say what was burning in his already blackened heart, "Hang in there you little fucker..."
Soon enough the young Norwegian guitarist was being rushed away on a black stretcher by a group of daunting looking men clothed in all black. The most brutal band in the world, known to all as "Dethklok", stood still in utter silence feeling absolutely speechless, and though labeled as "brutal", felt completely powerless to even assist their fellow band mate
Pickles stood frozen, holding his half empty bottle of vodka in his limp hand. All he could fathom to do was to just keep drinking. "...Dood, what the hell?"
[Qeau Theme song!]
I wants to dies anyways. Maybe I will dis times. Who de fuck cares? Oh...Skwisgaar...I t'ink...I...
Fin
Will Toki make it? Is Skwisgaar hiding something? Who would try to poison Toki? Find out and keep reading!