#him his assistant. to him its kind of like helping a venomous insect and then keeping it in a terrarium to study LOL
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For sy attendant au - what are SQQ attitude and feelings towards SY, if you don't mind me asking?
Because what I read so far hadn't painted him in good light. Like sure - he wants to survive and SY is an key asset in that, but the way he goes around it is... questionable.
so i answered this ask about it but i just realized that i dont think i tagged it with anything so. MY BAD thats my bad
the long and short of it is that sqq is definitely not a good person in this au lol. granted theres less of the overt child abuse because sy is able to stop some of that but sy still is very much a servant to him. one of the better things about this au is that sqq really just sees sy as a means to an end.. there is some attachment to him but sqq really does not really see sy as someone with his own agenda outside of like. living comfortably. its kind of good in a way that like sqq will grant sy a general amount of mobility around the sect because of sy's vague position and he doesnt reeaally care what shen yuan is doing if its not actively doing work for the peak or sqq.
sqq really sees sy as more of like. a political pawn? in a way. like he keeps sy close for appearances around the sect and he does in some way feel like hes doing charity work because by extension of working for him sy is granted a fair amount of power and status. but he doesnt care what shen yuan does in his free time or for fun. sqq is not the worst person of all in this au but he is definitely someone who isnt afraid of using others to help himself. that and like. its definitely a pat on the back for him of being able to say "well you were sent here to take my place and instead of killing you as was my right i HELPED you and i even gave you your own place on this peak and look at you now. youre mingling with some of the best and the brightest that the cultivation world has to offer" like nevermind that he isnt interested in helping sy with his own cultivation lawl
ok that wasnt short at all sorry but sqq is using sy but he also feels like hes helping him a bit. its a pretty unequal give and take so they definitely have an unhealthy relationship. that being said i think sy goes out of his way to misunderstand sqq a lot because he allows his hate of sqq to shape how he sees his actions.. so he doesnt put a lot of effort into actually examining how sqq differs from the book. also now that ive had a lot of time to think on this au i dont really think that sy's end goal in all of this would be to LEAVE as much as it would be he would want an actual firm position and leverage over sqq so he didnt feel so unstable. that and he does feel indebted to sqq. he could probably handle being around the guy if sqq didnt have so much say over his life
#sy attendant au#ask#and when i say being around the guy i mean that shen yuan would snark at him a lot and yell and theyd both get on each others nerves#but shen yuan wouldnt feel compelled to like. actually damage his cultivation or poison his tea#and sqq finds it hard to relate to sy because he literally appeared by a higher being dropping him from another world#and sy is so fundamentally different in his modern beliefs that sqq feels both that hes hardening him up and protecting him by making#him his assistant. to him its kind of like helping a venomous insect and then keeping it in a terrarium to study LOL#and yeah its rly questionable i think its funny if they had a really unhealthy relationship. gay people LOSE!#ok sorry i always say so much but its because i have so much to say.. thanks for asking! i love talking about my aus#svsss
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There was panic all around him, civilians fled down corridors and away from the clash of blades and swells of magic.
Andovir was not running, though. He had prepared for this battle since the Tree burned and he was going to fight. This was his home, and he was not going to let it go without leaving claw marks on it.
Andovir had on his person a bottomless flask and Crusaders were always so full of blood, always so willing to donate if prodded with the right tools in the right way; he knew all of the best ways to get them to give it up.
He unstoppered the flask and let blood spread across his fingers and snake up his arms. The blood was power and Andovir used it as fuel to tear a portal open. Ushering the fleeing Forsaken through, he slammed the portal shut in the last man’s face as he begged Andy to come through with him.
They could run, and he was happy to help them escape, but he wasn’t going anywhere.
Andovir flicked an ear, listening for the clanging of steel and followed it. He traced the sigils on his face in fresh blood, renewing them and he pulled his staff from the portal dimension it was stored in. His false heart pounded and he let out a battle cry as he solidified a barrier around his body and charged in.
Blood bent to his will, and when he pierced a caster’s chest with the blade of his staff he didn’t hesitate to prove it. He compelled the blood, drawing it in a massive ribbon from the man’s body. Boiling hot and razor-sharp it cut through three men before it fell to the floor and splattered. Andovir walked through it, loved the way he felt so grounded as it soaked into the feet of his soft boots.
The smell of blood and ozone filled the air as he focused Arcane power through his staff in large bursts that floored his enemies and left them vulnerable to his will. He nearly forgot how much he adored combat, how he felt when he got to cause massive damage.
Arms outstretched, legs bent just so, dancing the way he casted as Arcane energy in his embrace in a large sphere. It moved slowly but with deadly force and ended this little battle. Andovir’s foes lay dead at his feet and the group of Forsaken mages that had been fighting them looked more than a little peeved.
It seemed they mistook him for a man that breathed because he needed to. With a quiet apology he smiled at them, and bolstered them, and made his way up from the city and into the outer ruins.
There were so many more here, a sea of men and women locked in battle and he realized he had to be more careful, now. He couldn’t just let off an arcane explosion and hope for the best. It was time to be more delicate about it. Blood swirled up his arms to his shoulders and he renewed his barrier. It shimmered around him as he moved quite like a cat, feet moving deliberately, one in front of the other with body tensed and when he had the opportunity he pounced.
Ahead of him he watched a Forsaken woman rent in two and the Human warrior spit on her as she died, Andovir flew into action. A few muttered words, voice echoing as it left his lips, and the man screamed in agony. And then, he didn’t. It had been so long since he’d boiled a man’s blood in his veins, cooking him in his armor.
Bastard.
Andovir stepped over him and deeper into the fray, sending bolts of raw magic sailing. Ahead of him, a particularly small Goblin lined up a shot and fired, blowing a hole in some mage’s abdomen. A massive scarab, nearly larger than the Goblin himself, leapt onto the downed foe and bit down eliciting a scream that Andovir found to be absolutely musical.
But wait.
Andy was horrified in the moment. He knew that scarab, and thus he knew that Goblin. He’d been searching for that Goblin.
“Jaxen!”
He shouted to the Goblin, hopeful to be heard over the noise of combat. Jaxen whirled around, blood spattered on his face and eyes haunted. This wasn’t a man meant for war and bloodshed, he was a good man. Calm, and kind. And at home, Needles needed his father and Gailee needed her best friend.
Crisiant and Levandir needed Jaxen to come home safely, too.
Jaxen’s eyes laid on Andovir and he looked spooked. Andy supposed he must have looked a fright but there was no time to explain or soothe. He rushed forward and grabbed the Goblin roughly by the arm.
“There’s no time to argue. You’re going to the Hollow,” he yelled, staff disappearing as he reached out to lay a hand on the massive bug. Jaxen began to protest but with a loud crack and the thick smell of ozone, the Goblin and the insect were gone, transported to the Hollow for safety.
It was now that Andovir noticed how many were dead around him, and was moved nearly to tears with the realization that they were not enemies. Bless, but he always cried so easily. Andovir stepped over so many bodies, tears streaking through the sigils on his face. He forced himself to stop, he painted over them again. At some point he’d lost the cork to his endless flask but he felt like he’d never need to close it again.
The battle was getting gruesome.
There was an undeniable smell of plague nearby but it wasn’t here yet. A Draenei crushed a Forsaken head under a heavy hoof. Andovir recognised the body as somebody who supplied the suturing thread for the mortuary. He wasn’t a combatant, just a civilian. A shopkeeper. Andy felt like he’d failed the man as he destroyed the aggressor, bladed staff driven through a divide in the man’s plate. Andovir compelled the blood, fascinated by the color, out from the wound and into the flask.
A spell hit him from behind.
His barrier reflected it and some poor elven woman who had no place in battle was flung backward from the force. Poor thing, he thought, too young for this. Bright eyed and fresh faced, blue eyes marking her as an enemy even as she was kin. Too young to die. But she was adept, he realised, as his back stung and burned even through his shield. The spell was strong enough to cause pain and reflected it had knocked her flat.
She scrambled to her feet, spat words laced with venom as she stared him down. Her voice wavered even as its edges were so sharp.
“Aberration. Monster. Murderer. You paint yourself in the blood of the fallen!
He scoffed.
Well, certainly. He did indeed wear the blood of the fallen. It was painted on his face and staining his arms, dried and flaking and needing renewed. There was a time when he’d use his own but it was inside of him and he’d like very much to keep it there. And to scar his beautiful flesh? Ha! He laughed darkly, and stared at her through thick dark lashes as he drew a measure of blood from the flask and wove it between his fingers. He fashioned it into a spike and impaled her, teeth bared.
Regaining his composure, he knelt close so that she could hear. As the light left her eyes he made sure the last thing she heard was his voice.
“All of that and more, my darling. Sleep, now.”
It felt good to be bad, sometimes, but there was a time and place for gloating. Andovir was awfully prone to hubris and it had no place on the field of battle.
An anguished cry rang out.
Andovir had scarcely gotten back to his feet when he found himself sprawled backward. A massive wall of a woman, tall and broad and clad in heavy plate absolutely snarled as she tackled him. He struggled under her weight and pushed at her with his strong legs but she drive a plated fist into him. White hot pain erupted up his side, and instinct overtook him as he blinked through her. He left her laying on the ground where he had been, confused and pulling herself up.
It hurt to stand after that body blow but Andovir had no time to be injured. He poured Arcane energy into a spell and hurled it at her, watching in horror as it ricocheted off of her shield. She picked up her sword and charged at him again and again Andovir blinked through her, placing a hand on her armor as he passed.
He tried to boil her blood, but to no effect. Something about her arms and armor was deflecting his magic, some powerful enchantment and he didn’t have time to unwork it. He hadn’t counted on that, and she knew it. Turning to face him, Andovir got an intimate look at her face through her helmet and he made a startling realization.
Things clicked in his mind, realised her similar her eyes were to the fallen girl’s. And he laughed again, because he knew exactly what to do. Dodging the swing of a sword, Andovir let dark magic dance across his fingers, blood laced with shadow, deeply unholy. The fallen girl’s body rose again, nevermind the hole that went through and through. It didn’t matter, she’d stand and fight under his command.
He watched as the girl’s mother removed her helmet. The horrified look on her face gave Andovir new life, warming his little false heart. The warrior dropped her shield and sword and fell to her knees. Andovir laughed, he loved when the living tried to bargain with the deceased. He commanded the darling new ghoul to attack and she rained fire down on her dear mother’s head. He found that impressive, and thought he should like to keep this ghoul.
Andovir watched the tufts of flame singe mother’s hair and leave black marks on the woman’s shining armor. He was content with the horror the woman felt, and took a moment to rest on his laurels.
He forced a yawn, gloating again. Turning away, he commanded the broken beauty to fight on. Either the ghoul would die or the warrior would, and either way he had caused chaos and he lived for it. Well, as much as he could live, anyway. Complacent, he made to rejoin the battle but he never made it that far.
Andy found himself on the ground again, facedown, back lit up with pain as the woman let out a guttural scream. He turned over just as she swung her sword downward and he scarcely had time to roll out of the way, leaving her to pull it from the dirt. He took the opportunity to stand, eyes flicking toward the ghoul. He compelled her to assist him and she cast another large spell.
If it hurt him, surely it would do something to this absolute bulwark of a woman?
The warrior skidded across the dirt but was largely unharmed and Andovir realised he’d have to work smarter, not harder. He withdrew the Necromantic essence that animated her daughter and used it to bolster himself. The ghoul crumpled into a heap, and Andovir compelled her blood to cover his arms again. But he didn’t stop there.
The blood flowed like water from the girl’s body, covering his entire top half so thickly that it dripped down his bare thighs and collected at the tops of his leggings. The call of the blood was strong, the iron rich stench intoxicating. He dropped his staff to the ground, not bothering with transporting it away.
His feet lifted from the ground and he rose high, higher, eyes rolling back as he summoned a devastating amount of power. Rich blood and roiling shadow, crackling Arcane and intense fire, they came together and collected in his outstretched arms. He expended a measure of his own life energy to spin the sphere, speeding it up little by little til he could let it loose to careen toward the woman with deadly force and accuracy. And as it traveled, he fell several feet and landed on his side.
His entire body hurt, he was certain to have broken a rib. The side of his face had hit hard and he could taste blood. But Andovir pulled himself to his feet, wobbling. The woman lay face down on the ground and Andy spit a mouthful of blood and two broken teeth.
He called upon the blood and it danced between outstretched fingers, he made to replenish himself but his body lit up with a sudden and overwhelming pain. Wind left his lungs and he could not draw in another breath.
The blood fell from his hands and splashed on the ground. Andovir went to his knees and quickly became intimately aware of the fact that the blade of his staff was sticking through the front of his armor.
How strange. He blinked, confused and unable to draw the breath required to cry out as it was driven further through. He was bleeding so much, the artificial blood mixing with the crimson staining him. His legs trembled as he struggled to his feet, thankful that he didn’t need air to exist.
It hurt. He couldn’t scream or gasp, he tried to draw a ragged breath by instinct and it only hurt more. He pulled his body to turn, to face to woman. She was so close to him now that he could see her face again, proud.
She looked like she had won.
Andovir desperately reached out, bloody hand smacking wetly on her forehead as she panted and tried to pull herself to her feet. Her eyes flickered with the glow of Arcane magic as Andovir poured mana into her. A violet light poured from her open mouth as he converted her half-alive body into an Arcane bomb and expended the last of his mana reserve.
But there was power in the blood and suddenly he was laying in a puddle of it. Panic set in as the energy built in the woman’s body. He needed to leave, he needed to go.
His lips moved without sound as the woman screamed. Arcane power cycled through her, building in intensity. Her skin cracked and violet shone through. The warrior fell to her knees and grabbed for him, desperate to take him with her.
But the spell was cast, portal opening beneath his body. He barely had time to fall through before she exploded. The sound deafened him even so, the brightness hurt his eyes before the blackness overtook him as the portal snapped shut.
Seconds later he lay on his side in a grassy part of the Hollow. Andovir realised that there was a point at which agony transcended into absolute bliss and he lay there in rapture, waiting to die. But the visceral fear of being Unbound screamed in his mind and he jolted up, dragging his broken body to his feet.
Andovir walked, shambling, trembling, toward Crisiant’s apartment and it felt like hours. With all the strength left in him he pounded on the door. When his legs gave out, he leaned against it and when it opened he crumpled to the ground.
Looking up, the last thing he saw was the look of abject horror on his dear friend’s face before everything went black.
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10 Movies We Can’t Wait To See At This Year’s Fantasia Film Festival
Ladies and Gentlemen, the 22nd Internation Fantasia Film Festival is upon us! This year’s lineup boasts from heavy hitters, including the World Premieres of Robert D. Krzykowski’s The Man Who Killed Hitler and then Bigfoot starring the legendary Sam Ellitot and Nightmare Cinema, directed by Mick Garris, Alejandro Brugués, Ryuhei Kitamura, David Slade and Joe Dante (who will also be recieving a lifetime achievement award). Also peremiering at the festival is David Robert Mitchell’s highly anticipted follow-up to It Follows, the neo noir Under The Silver Lake, the Spike Lee produced Tales From The Hood 2, and Dennison Ramalho’s (The ABC’s of Death) feature film debut, Among The Living.
There is no shortage of incredible, must-see films in this year’s lineup and it promises to be other banner year for genre film. The Fantasia Film Festival run from July 12th – August 1st in the heart of Montreal. Tickets are on sale now and can be purchased HERE.
Below are 10 movies that ewe can’t wait to see at this year’s Fantasia FIlm Festival. If you are going to be in attendance at the festival, let us know what your looking forward to seeeing in the comments below, on Twitter, Instagram, Reddit, and in the Horror Fiends of Nightmare on Film Street Facebook group!
Mandy
Director: Pananos Cosmatos
Writter: Pananos Cosmatos, Aaron Stewart-Ahn
Cast: Nicolas Cage, Andrea Riseborough, Linus Roache, Bill Duke, Ricard Brake
“The peaceful existence of Red Miller (Nicolas Cage) in the Shadow Mountains of 1983 is burned to the ground when a deranged religious sect fixates on Mandy (Andrea Riseborough), the love of his life and, as is soon made very evident, a significant grounding force in his universe. Things deteriorate into a tranced-out nightmare of insect venom, hard drugs and broken-minded delirium as Red journeys into hell in order to avenge the woman he once lived for. Blood will flow in rivers. Worlds will collapse unto themselves.”
Nightmare Cinema
Director: Alejandro Brugués, Joe Dante, Mick Garris, Ryuhei Kitamura, David Slade
Writer: Sandra Becerril, Alejandro Brugués, Lawrence C. Connolly, Mick Garris, Richard Christian Matheson, David Slade
Cast: Maurice Benard, Richard Chamberlain, Annabeth Gish, Elizabeth Reaser, Mickey Rourke
“At a forgotten, haunted bijou, a group of strangers have assembled to watch a series of macabre vignettes unspooled by the mysterious Projectionist (Mickey Rourke). Like the best anthology films (DEAD OF NIGHT, CREEPSHOW, TRICK ‘R TREAT), the stories’ tones range from truly deep, dark, psychological, demented horror to ones with a lighter, satirical spin. Witness a ghost story that will chill you to the bone; an exorcism story guaranteed to make your head spin; a B&W descent into clinical madness; a plastic surgery gone horrifyingly awry; and a cabin-in-the-woods slasher ditty with a unique twist you’ll never see coming.”
Under the Silver Lake
Director: David Robert Mitchell
Writer: David Robert Mitchell
Cast: Andrew Garfield, Topher Grace, Riley Keough, Zosia Mamet
“Silver Lake, Los Angeles. The city of angels. The dream factory where it’s all too easy to lose contact grasp of Earth and see nothing but stars… Take for example Sam (Andrew Garfield), a prototypical slacker in his mid-thirties, without ambition… though he does have an unpredictable temperament, a penchant for voyeurism, and an unhealthy obsession with pop culture. When a mysterious neighbor (Riley Keough) appears in the sights of his binoculars, then disappears overnight without a trace, the first-class geek cannot help but investigate – possessed, somehow, by the eternal spirit of the countless detectives who stalked the hot asphalt of LA before him. But a Bogart he is not. Sam’s unorthodox methods very quickly leave him confounded; through the looking glass and into the heart of a strange city where dog killers, owl-women, aspiring actresses and gurus rub shoulders, among other high-society demiurges pulling the strings of an entire culture…”
Terrified
Director: Demián Rugna
Writer: Demián Rugna
Cast: Ariel Chavarría, Maximiliano Ghione, Norberto Gonzalo, Elvira Onetto
“The lives of three neighbours in Argentina are turned upside down following a series of violent deaths in the area. For retiring inspector Funes, what was supposed to be an easy case suddenly takes a strange turn and he finds himself dealing with more than he can handle. Paranormal experts are brought in to assist in investigating what they believe to be haunted houses, where they will be tested by an evil the likes of which they have never encountered. As the night goes on and chaos is unleashed upon them, nothing, and no one, can be trusted.”
Tales From The Hood 2
Directed: Darin Scott, Rusty Cundieff
Writer: Darin Scott, Rusty Cundieff
Cast: Keith David, Alexandria DeBerry, Bill Martin Williams, Bryan Batt, Lou Beatty Jr., Martin Bradford, Kendrick Cross
“Horror is back in the hood! The sequel to the groundbreaking original film TALES FROM THE HOOD reunites executive producer Spike Lee (Honorary Academy Award® winner) and writers/directors/producers Rusty Cundieff and Darin Scott for an all-new gripping, horrifying and oftentimes devilishly comical anthology. Keith David stars as a contemporary Mr. Simms to tell bloodcurdling stories about lust, greed, pride and politics through tales with demonic dolls, possessed psychics, vengeful vixens and historical ghosts. Mr. Simms’s haunting stories will make you laugh… while you scream.“
The Witch In The Window
Director: Andy Mitton
Writer: Andy Mitton
Cast: Arija Bareikis, Alex Draper, Greg Naughton, Carol Stanzione, Charlie Tacker
“Divorced dad Simon (Alex Draper) brings his 12-year-old son, Finn (Charlie Tacker) out to Vermont to help him renovate an old house he recently purchased. Used to the speed of New York City, Finn has an impossible time slowing down to a smalltown pace, and he’s disappointed before even getting there. So is Simon (“I guess I was hoping I would catch you on the 12 side of 12, instead of the 13 side of 12”). Afflicted with a rare medical condition in which there’s a literal hole in his heart, Simon, ever resourceful, does what he can to make things good as he and his son attempt to repair what’s broken. Soon, a series of nonsensically terrifying happenings occur, nightmarish and incomprehensible. It becomes clear that they aren’t alone in the house. That there is more work to be done than either could be capable of grasping. That death is a partially living state. And that they are in a very special kind of danger.“
The Dark
Director: Justin P. Lange
Writer: Justin P. Lange
Cast: Nadia Alexander, Karl Markovics, Toby Nichols
“Once upon a dark, dark time, there was a girl, lonely, undead and bloodthirsty. Behind her a dark, dark past – a curse. Hidden in the dark, dark woods, she tirelessly haunts her childhood home. Mina (Nadia Alexander) is a damaged soul, and tears to pieces anyone who dares enter her hunting ground. When she meets Alex (Toby Nichols), a disfigured and blind boy, brought to her by mysterious circumstances, her animalistic cannibal instincts seem to strangely fade away. As this uncanny friendship grows, little by little, both of these lost children learn how to reach out to the hints of light left within.”
Cold Skin
Director: Xavier Gens
Writer: Jesus Olmo, Eron Sheean
Cast: Aura Garrido, David Oakes, Ray Stevenson
“In the early years of the 20th century, a young man (David Oakes) takes over the responsibility of surveying the weather of a secluded island in the Antarctic. Hoping for isolation and time for self-reflection, he instead finds a crazed and weathered person named Gruner, played by genre favourite Ray Stevenson (DEXTER, THOR, DIVERGENT). Gruner quickly reveals that there is more to this island than meets the eye and that below the icy depths, a terrible scourge lurks. The extent of Gruner’s madness slowly becomes more and more pronounced as his bloodlust for the creatures becomes apparent. Struggling for survival, the surveyor must choose between a madman and a legion of creatures he does not fully understand.”
Heavy Trip
Director: Juuso Laatio, Jukka Vidgren
Writer: Juuso Laatio, Jari Olavi Rantala, Aleksi Puranen, Jukka Vidgren
Cast: Johannes Holopainen, Minka Kuustonen, Ville Tiihonen
“Life has its downsides in a small, northern Finnish town. The local bros give long-haired, leather-clad Turo a tough time, and his job at the mental hospital is literally shitty. His crush on Miia at the flower shop is thwarted by the tacky lounge singer Jouni, and his band jams in the back of a reindeer slaughterhouse. In the plus column for Turo, well… there’s the band, even if these black-metal true-believers have never gigged in all their 12 years together (Turo’s concealed but crippling stage fright hasn’t helped). A miraculous crack at a major metal festival in Norway jumpstarts the quartet’s dreams, and Impaled Rektum set out on a metallic mission that will make them confront not only doubts, detours and difficulties, but also Vikings in longships (plus an elf), graverobbing, Swedish rocket launchers and wolverine-wrestling (dangerous… and awkward!).“
Dans La Brume
Director: Daniel Roby
Writer: Guillaume Lemans, Jimmy Bemon, Mathieu Delozier
Cast: Romain Duris, Olga Kurylenko, Fantine Harduin, Michel Robin, Anne Gaylor
“Mathieu (Romain Duris, DE BATTRE MON COEUR S’EST ARRÊTÉ) and Anna (Olga Kurylenko, QUANTUM OF SOLACE) are the parents of a girl (Fantine Harduin, HAPPY END) who suffers from a genetic disorder forcing her to live in a hermetic box that filters the air. This already vulnerable existence becomes even more precarious on the day Paris is hit by an earthquake, and then filled with a mysterious toxic gas that seems to come from below ground. Only those hiding on the higher floors and rooftops of buildings survive, but they are left stranded, without any resources. Wanting to check that their daughter remains safe in her “bubble”, Mathieu and Anna will have to face the fog.”
The Man Who Killed Hitler And Then Bigfoot
Director: Robert Krzykowski
Writer: Robert Krzykowski
Cast: Sam Elliott, Caitlin FitzGerald, Ron Livingston, Aidan Turner
‘The year is 1987. Calvin Barr (a too-great-for-words Sam Elliott) is not a violent man. But he is more than capable of violence if sufficiently provoked. What many don’t realize about the thoughtful, elderly bloke regularly seen at the neighbourhood tavern is that he’s a legendary WW2 veteran who many years ago assassinated Adolf Hitler, an incredible secret that he’s frustratingly unable to share. One day, just as he’s coming to terms with rounding out his life, Calvin gets a visit from the FBI and the RCMP. They know what he’s done, and what he can be capable of. They have a mission for him. After discovering that it harbours a disease capable of eradicating humanity… they need him to take out Bigfoot.”
Will you be in the Montreal area the next few weeks? Are you planning on seeing any movies at the 2018 Fantasia Film Festival? If so, let us know in the comments below, on Twitter, Instagram, Reddit, and in the Horror Fiends of Nightmare on Film Street Facebook group!
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