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| *Time for the rant: Once upon a time, there existed the land of Hardcore. Inhabited by scrawny guys, butch girls, and the out of place fat kid, these trendy creatures entertained themselves by practicing karate to music (also known as "hardcore dancing") and shopping for the latest in female fashion and 80s cheese metal shirts. Testosterone became the new currency, as it was traded in for African tribal ears and black hair dye. When not busy keeping an "open mind" by hating everyone different than themselves, these mystical, musical bastards could be found at local slums, listening to shitty bands that were "the next big thing in hardcore." However, all was not well in the land of Hardcore. These middle-class suburban kids had grown weary of their chick pants and hoodies. Anxious for something new, these misfits banded together in gangs. However, gangs are for sweaty Mexican chollos, not pampered, middle-class hardcore kids. Thus, krews were born. Taking various forms, these krews terrorized the local area, tagging incoherent krew signs and splattering ketchup on cars. What better way to celebrate a spoiled lifestyle than by rebelling against it? With piercings and tattoos aplenty, krews sprang up all over the land of Hardcore, and territories were soon established. Oddly enough, every crew looked and acted the same, but I assure you, there were "unique" and "original" ...somehow. Fortunately, the rest of the world realized how incredibly dumb these fucking kids were, and they were all killed. The end. Fight your own danm fights and leave your precious crews out of it. Pussies. (and sure, it's not limited to hardcore, but you can't help but hate them) |