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Werewolf: The Beast Among Us official trailer
I am so excited for this, based entirely on werewolf + woman with a flame thrower. I don’t even care about how (delightfully) cheesy the rest of the trailer is. (Unfortunately, it also looks very likely to suffer from damsel in distress issues, but maybe not.) Universal is celebrating its 100th anniversary, and if this is the way it will celebrate, I am thrilled. More monster movies, please!
From Brewbound.com, Newcastle Werewolf available nationwide in the US until October. Maybe I will finally get to drink my damn werewolf beer! (Tech Guru bought me wolf beer the other day. I’ll have a howling party sometime soon.)
“Werewolf is a dual-character brew that pours “blood” red, starting smooth and ending with a bite.”
Jack and Diane theatrical trailer
I remain intrigued by this movie, and can’t wait until its November release. This trailer makes me think it won’t have nearly enough werewolf to it for me, though. (Still, lesbian werewolves for the win!)
From the press release: WOLVES follows the story of Caleb Richards (Till) – a young, handsome eighteen-year-old with an edge. Forced to hit the road after the death of his parents, Caleb finds his way to an isolated town to hunt down the truths of his ancestry. But in the end, who’s hunting whom? With WOLVES Hayter’s goal is to start an original franchise that avoids many of the cliches that have become associated with werewolf films. Igor Studios’ Dave Elsey is designing the original creatures for Wolves, hot off his success creating “Beast” for X-Men: First Class, for which he recently won a Saturn Award.
I’m not too sure about it avoiding the cliches based on that description, but it is something I look forward to watching.
While not werewolves, it is amazing. Listen to the pack in the distance; it gives me chills and makes my breath catch every time I listen.
1) Avicii “Levels”
This video, so ridiculous, sometimes so fun.
Excerpt: In The Sims 3 Supernatural you can live as a werewolf Sim, wielding the ability to morph in between human and beast form, whether by will or by an uncontrollable transformation caused by low mood or a full moon. Sims will undergo a drastic change in appearance that includes a wider nose, sharper bottom canines, and ears that point back. Of course, your hair will grow wilder and fuller, eyebrows bushier, and fur will appear on your hands, feet, and shoulders. Last but not least, large claws will extend from your fingertips.
Dude, that sounds awesome. As does this blurb from EA.com: Enter the mysterious town of Moonlight Falls where strange things happen by the light of the moon. Create supernatural beings from menacing werewolves and cackling witches, to mischievous fairies and more intriguing vampires. Then stalk the night, use your wand to cast spells, claw the furniture and more. You can mix dozens of elixirs that can turn Sims into zombies or transform them into gold. Share your enchanted brews with any friends who have The Sims 3! Spooky surprises are in store for you in the world of The Sims 3 Supernatural!
I love Sims 3, and I can’t wait for this expansion pack! Werewolves. Werewolves! It’s scheduled to come out in September.
1) “Because I’m Awesome” The Dollyrots
Because bassists + vocalists are awesome.
2) “I Love Rock & Roll” Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Because badass lasts forever.
3) “The Good, The Bad, The Boring” 78Violet
Because sisters + guitars are twice as much badass. (I wish they’d put out more official videos. I love them so, and would rather share official videos.)
4) “I Miss the Misery” Halestorm
Because wicked voice and talented guitar skills is badass.
5) “Get the Writing Off My Back” The Kelley Deal 6000
Because rumor has it Kelley Deal didn’t start playing the guitar until she was 30, and that’s badass.
The corn is dead already, dried husks withered and browned by sun and heat and drought. Sweat drips down the back of her neck; the wind whips against her, driving dirt and bits of dead plants against her skin, but still the air settles in her lungs thick, hot, damp. Despite the wind and debris, she wears her black hair loose, the fall of it covering her back, the ragged ends twisting against her hips.
She sniffs the air; ozone, a storm coming, but there’s little wetness to it. Rains come hard and fast, gone before they do any good. Microbursts that wash away everything in one place while leaving all else dusty and dead.
When she says, the world is burning, the others bark laughs, tongues lolling out, and yip, let it burn.
The wind carries the smell of shit and animal musk and, as they creep closer, a pinch of fear, just enough to make her mouth water. The scents of herd animals, sluggish with thirst and not enough fresh green food. She licks her chops.
Herds of deer are on the move, looking for food and water, even venturing into the suburbs, but they’re rangy, and chasing them down feels like too much work when the farm animals are right there.
She can almost hear Mom growl. Easy hunt meant they’d be discovered, hunted until the pack died out. It’s been such a long year, hot, dry; she’s tired. One easy meal will make them all feel better, stronger. Then they can hunt outside town, find new territory.
Dead grass at her toes, and the others near silent between cornfield and cows.
She drops, lets the change sweep through her, breaking bones, snapping sinew, tearing flesh; grinds down on the howl that threatens to rise from her throat. This close to the house, one noise will bring the humans running.
Four sleek dark gray shadows slip into the pasture. They are downwind and near silent, but something sets off the cows. The soft lowing grows louder, full of fear. The young to the center, bawling. Faster the wolves run, caught in hunt-lust.
She turns so fast she stumbles, only her speed keeping her on her feet. Again that cry, and she can nearly hear the all-too-human mama in it.
It’s just a cow. She’ll break some rules, but that is taboo.
Just a cow, and she leaps, snaps, blood gushing along her tongue.
The rest of the herd moves on, fast and loud; the pack settles in, gulps meat, tender, juicy. They make short work of it, gorging until their bellies hurt. Even so late, it’s hot, and she lounges after, licking her chops.
The same wind they used betrays them, hunter turned prey. Crack, and bright fire nearly takes the tip of her ear. One of the others yelps; she can’t tell which, and she twists, looking for the alpha, for direction. Then it crashes back.
She’s alpha now. There’s a human with a gun.
To be continued with August’s blue moon.