u/Mountain-Catch-3878
Do you love your country
Please pick the one you are from.
Could some of you people please stop.
I have seen so many posts talking about America’s 250th. And I can’t stand that some of you guys are just like “ America committed war crimes so they suck🤓”. You are absolutely entitled to your own opinion, but you are not entitled to go and ruin somebody’s fun of celebrating there country just because you disagree with it.
I’ve worked my ass off on this. This is an idea for a show called the Green Hell.
Episode 1
The series opens in the crisp autumn of 1969 at a brightly lit, nostalgic Ohio drive-in movie theater. Nineteen-year-old Mark is on a weekend date with his girlfriend, enjoying a brief escape from the tensions of the era. Mid-movie, the screen fades into the background as Mark is called urgently to the drive-in manager's office. His parents are on the phone, frantic and weeping. National television has just broadcast the historic draft lottery numbers, and Mark's birthdate was pulled. He is going to Vietnam. The story cuts directly into the chaotic, humid jungles of Southeast Asia. Serving as a conventional infantry medic, Mark is thrust into a catastrophic ambush where his entire platoon is completely decimated. Operating on pure instinct and adrenaline, Mark pulls off a near-impossible feat of combat triage, braving intense enemy fire to rescue ten wounded men. He survives the massacre and is heavily decorated with multiple Distinguished Service Crosses. However, the medals offer no comfort; Mark is hollowed out by intense survivor's guilt, viewing the metal crosses as physical reminders of the men he couldn't save. Recognizing his ability to perform under extreme pressure, the military bureaucracy forces Mark into a specialized, highly classified black-ops unit: a MACV-SOG Hatchet Force operating behind enemy lines. Arriving at the secretive staging base, a shell-shocked Mark expects the worst but is immediately met with a warm pocket of humanity. He forms an instant, deep brotherhood with Rooster-a white machine gunner carrying a heavy M60 and an endearing, protective "dad energy" fueled by flashlight snapshots of his daughter, Alice-and Sundown, a highly confident Black helicopter pilot who conquered the sky to escape the systemic Jim Crow racism of his small North Carolina town. With nothing major happening on their first night at the base, the squad gathers around a flickering campfire. The unit's artistic soul, a lanky soldier named Buddy, pulls out a bluegrass banjo, and Mark joins in on a harmonica he brought from home. Together, they share a soulful, bittersweet rendition of Roger Miller's "Kansas City Star." As they sing about a man who chooses to stay safely at home, the remaining members of the unit watch from the shadows: the hyper-alert point-man; Anvil, a rugged powerhouse, watches Buddy with hidden, romantic adoration. Junior (Tommy), a wide-eyed 17-year-old replacement wearing oversized web gear; and Creeping Death (Stewart), a legendary apex hunter whose appearance is inspired by jungle jim from the 68 comic book. breathing heavily through an industrial gas mask. Watching them all from his tent is Commander Jackson, an institutional psychopath who views his men strictly as biological machinery. The episode ends in a fragile, cozy moment of musical peace.
Episode 2
The peaceful illusion of Episode 1 is instantly shattered. The Hatchet Force is dropped into a mass-casualty jungle meat grinder alongside several other SOG units. The sky turns a hellish orange from relentless napalm strikes as mortars rain down on their position. Amidst the explosions, Creeping Death (Stewart) unleashes an absolute whirlwind of violence. Moving with the cold, rhythmic precision of a machine, he utilizes the fatal funnels of the jungle brush to single-handedly execute 18 NVA soldiers using nothing but his machine gun and a machete. Despite Stewart's superhuman defense, the horror of the war catches up to the unit. In a flash of fire, Anvil loses his leg to a mortar shell. Seconds later, a metallic click echoes through the mud, and Buddy steps directly onto a hidden landmine. The blast shreds his limbs, blinding and deafening him, leaving him instantly in a permanent, vegetative locked-in state with no arms or legs. Mark rushes into the meat grinder to perform desperate triage. Cornered while patching up a patient, Mark is forced to grab a dropped rifle and take an enemy soldier's life-his first kill, executed solely to protect a patient. But the trauma multiplies. Moving to another minor character in the dirt, Mark frantically opens his medical kit only to realize he has mathematically run out of blood bags and plasma expanders. Helplessly watching the soldier bleed out, Mark's psychological armor completely cracks. Overwhelmed by panic, turns his back, and physically runs away through the smoke so he doesn't have to look the dying man in the eye. Sundown maneuvers his helicopter into a hot landing zone to extractions the battered survivors. As the chopper ascends into the dark sky over the burning jungle, Sundown makes a tone-deaf attempt to mask the mechanical roar and boost morale by blasting The Beach Boys' "Sloop John B" over the radio. The sunny pop rhythms backfire horribly. Hearing the upbeat lyrics repeat "this is the worst trip l've ever been on... / wanna go home," Mark, Rooster, Slim, and Junior completely break down, sobbing uncontrollably over Buddy and Anvil's bleeding bodies. Only Jackson and Stewart remain stone-faced-Jackson out of sociopathic indifference, and Stewart because his industrial mask hides his tears as he locks himself in survival mode to protect his brother.
Episode 3:
It begins in a sterile, exhausted M*A*S*H medical tent. The overworked surgeons deliver a final, devastating diagnosis to Mark: Anvil's leg is gone and he is being discharged home, while Buddy is permanently unfixable, locked inside his own mind forever. The tragic, hidden romance between them is instantly cut short by military paperwork. Giving the grieving squad no time to breathe, Commander Jackson immediately orders the heavily depleted unit into a deep, subterranean concrete bunker system to retrieve classified enemy documents. The environment shifts into a claustrophobic psychological thriller. It is inside these dark, echoing concrete tunnels that Mark receives a devastating "Dear John" letter from home. His girlfriend has cheated on him. Instantly, his 1969 drive-in movie memory-the one beautiful anchor keeping him sane-is completely poisoned. Mark realizes that the peaceful civilian life he was fighting to return to has entirely abandoned him. Halfway through the maze, the unit is forced to split up, leaving a deeply distracted, emotionally shattered Mark in one group, and the innocent Junior (Tommy) paired directly with Commander Jackson in another. Jackson and Junior locate the papers, radio back to Sundown that the objective is secure, and sprint out into a vast rice field illuminated by a golden sunset. As they run, Junior reveals a fatal mistake: he read the documents.
They aren't NVA papers at all. They are highly classified U.S. government files-the Phoenix Files
—proving the military knew the war was unwinnable years ago, alongside detailed records of inhumane medical experiments conducted on Vietnamese civilians. Driven by his unjaded morality, Junior vows to leak the files to the American press to end the pointless conflict. Jackson stops in his tracks. He delivers a chilling monologue, explaining that war is his life—it is all he loves, and peace would be a grave mistake. When Junior bravely refuses to surrender the papers, Jackson pulls his sidearm, shoots the 17-year-old kid directly in the stomach, and leaves him to bleed out in the mud. Jackson flicks his lighter, burning the classified files right in front of his eyes.
Episode 4
The unit returns to the staging base, and Jackson fakes immense grief, crying crocodile tears as he lies to Stewart, claiming Junior was executed by NVA soldiers in the bunker. To permanently cover his tracks, Jackson proposes an immediate, aggressive assault on a nearby rural village named Son My. He claims the inhabitants are heavily armed enemy combatants operating in clever civilian disguises. Desperate to honor Junior's memory, Rooster volunteers to take over the late teenager's former job as the helicopter door gunner. The Hatchet Force descends onto Son My, and a horrific, My Lai-style massacre of innocent civilians erupts. Recognizing the truth, the moral core of the unit rebels. Mark (Doc), Slim, and Sundown instantly pivot, risking court-martial to physically shield and evacuate terrified villagers. Sundown-the official second-in-command-takes control of the radio and issues a radical command to Rooster: fire on any American soldiers committing war crimes. Looking through his sights at two rogue U.S. soldiers preparing to execute an innocent mother and child, Rooster hesitates for a single split second before his protective dad energy takes over. He unleashes his M60, gunning down his own countrymen to save the civilians. Now back the ground, Slim tracks down Jackson and furiously demands answers. Jackson pulls his gun and shoots Slim in the leg to incapacitate him, sparing his life only because he still values Slim's utility as a master scout. Meanwhile, Creeping Death (Stewart) kicks down the door of a hut, weapon drawn, only to find a cradling family bracing for death. Looking into their eyes, his "blindly following orders" programming permanently shatters. He realizes he has been acting as a faceless, unthinking monster for a massive lie. Jackson realizes the unit has turned on him and that the legendary Creeping Death is coming for his head. He flees like a rat into a deep, hidden cave near the perimeter. Stewart tracks his scent into the darkness, and an incredibly brutal, raw hand-to-hand fight breaks out. Jackson manages to stab Stewart multiple times, puncturing his vital organs. Using his absolute last ounce of strength, Stewart raises his weapon and shoots Jackson directly through the heart. The remaining unit echoes into the cave, finding Stewart dying in a blood-soaked corner. For the first time in the series, Stewart pulls off his '68 Jungle Jim industrial gas mask, revealing a weeping, deeply human older brother. He cries that all he ever wanted to do was survive long enough to take Junior to Rocky Point Amusement Park in Rhode Island for his high school graduation, and now he has to die in a miserable cave. He tasks Mark with exposing the truth, demanding that the public learn of Jackson's cowardice and the squad's true heroism. The episode cuts directly to a stark flash-forward three years later. It is 1972. The highly classified Hatchet Force is officially deactivated and disbanded. Mark, Rooster, and Sundown are handed their discharge papers in total silence, expected to simply pack their bags, return to America, and pretend the nightmare never happened.
Episode 5
The timeline jumps to the summer of 1976. The United States is engulfed in massive, loud celebrations for the American Bicentennial. The historical irony is suffocating. While the country cheers for freedom, the survivors of Hatchet Force are entirely destroyed by the history they left behind. A brief montage reveals that Slim (Sam Stone) succumbed to a severe post-war heroin addiction to numb his mind, eventually dying of an overdose and leaving behind a broken family. It is also revealed that Junior's grieving girlfriend committed suicide, unable to cope with the silence surrounding Tommy's death. Meanwhile, Rooster has achieved his dream: he is back home, holding his newborn son in his arms alongside his daughter Alice and loving wife. But as spectacular Bicentennial fireworks illuminate the sky, the booming sounds trigger a massive, paralyzing PTSD flashback, forcing him to flee the celebration early. Back home, Mark has completely moved past his ex-girlfriend's betrayal. He built a new life, fell in love, and is now happily married to a supportive, loving wife. They share a home in Ohio. However, beneath his happiness, Mark's severe combat trauma remains a ticking clock. Drowning in sudden, overwhelming survivor's guilt, Mark secretly leaves Ohio and flies back to Vietnam to end his life. Across the country, Sundown, who now works as a pilot-for-hire. He and Rooster get a frantic call from Mark's wife. Crying, she informs them that Mark is on his way to kill himself in Vietnam. Rooster and sundown make an illegal flight to Vietnam to go save Mark. Deep inside the dark Vietnamese cave where the final battle took place, a sleep-deprived, severely traumatized Mark stands over Jackson's rotting, uniform-clad skeleton. In Mark's fractured mind, his severe PTSD animates the corpse. The skeleton morphs into a fanged, living demon resembling the real-world, macabre MACV-SOG skull patch insignia. Speaking with Jackson's chilling voice, the demon violently scolds Mark, mocking his trauma as a "bitch illness" and weaponizing his identity as a medic: "You couldn't save them could you, Doc? Do it, you fucking coward. Make it right, pull the trigger.” The hallucination aggressively pushes the barrel of the gun toward Mark's mouth. Just as the psychological horror reaches its absolute peak, Sundown and Rooster burst into the cavern. In Mark's eyes, the fanged MACV-SOG demon slowly dissolves back into a harmless pile of bones the exact moment his brothers slam into him, tackling him to the mud and ripping the weapon from his hands. The screen cuts to absolute black. Over the rolling end credits, a crackling, long-distance telephone call plays between Mark and his wife back in Ohio. He weakly tells her that he is safe, that he is finally coming home, and that he is fine now. But as the audio fades, Mark delivers one final, haunting admission that encapsulates the permanent scars of combat: "I love you... but I truly don't think / will ever actually come home."
Post-Credits Scene (1980)
The screen cuts to a warm, cozy living room in Ohio in 1980. The aesthetic is bright, safe, and peaceful.
Mark, his wife, and their young son are cuddled together tightly on the couch, watching ALF. They are genuinely happy, showcasing that Mark has built a beautiful, loving foundation with his family despite his inner scars. Suddenly, the telephone on the wall rings. Mark steps away from the couch and answers it. On the other end, the familiar, comforting voices of Rooster and Sundown come through the receiver, checking in on their brother after all these years. Mark smiles, telling his friends that he is doing fine and that life is good. Suddenly, the phone line violently crackles with heavy static. Rooster and Sundown's voices are instantly cut off. The audio shifts into a piercing, metallic screech, and Commander Jackson's screaming, demonic voice violently hijacks the telephone line, echoing directly into Mark's ear: "l will never truly leave you, Doc! I'll be with you until the day you die!" Mark's smile instantly vanishes, his eyes widening in pure, silent horror as the screen abruptly snaps to pitch black.
Idea for a show called the Green Hell.
Episode 1
The series opens in the crisp autumn of 1969 at a brightly lit, nostalgic Ohio drive-in movie theater. Nineteen-year-old Mark is on a weekend date with his girlfriend, enjoying a brief escape from the tensions of the era. Mid-movie, the screen fades into the background as Mark is called urgently to the drive-in manager's office. His parents are on the phone, frantic and weeping. National television has just broadcast the historic draft lottery numbers, and Mark's birthdate was pulled. He is going to Vietnam. The story cuts directly into the chaotic, humid jungles of Southeast Asia. Serving as a conventional infantry medic, Mark is thrust into a catastrophic ambush where his entire platoon is completely decimated. Operating on pure instinct and adrenaline, Mark pulls off a near-impossible feat of combat triage, braving intense enemy fire to rescue ten wounded men. He survives the massacre and is heavily decorated with multiple Distinguished Service Crosses. However, the medals offer no comfort; Mark is hollowed out by intense survivor's guilt, viewing the metal crosses as physical reminders of the men he couldn't save. Recognizing his ability to perform under extreme pressure, the military bureaucracy forces Mark into a specialized, highly classified black-ops unit: a MACV-SOG Hatchet Force operating behind enemy lines. Arriving at the secretive staging base, a shell-shocked Mark expects the worst but is immediately met with a warm pocket of humanity. He forms an instant, deep brotherhood with Rooster-a white machine gunner carrying a heavy M60 and an endearing, protective "dad energy" fueled by flashlight snapshots of his daughter, Alice-and Sundown, a highly confident Black helicopter pilot who conquered the sky to escape the systemic Jim Crow racism of his small North Carolina town. With nothing major happening on their first night at the base, the squad gathers around a flickering campfire. The unit's artistic soul, a lanky soldier named Buddy, pulls out a bluegrass banjo, and Mark joins in on a harmonica he brought from home. Together, they share a soulful, bittersweet rendition of Roger Miller's "Kansas City Star." As they sing about a man who chooses to stay safely at home, the remaining members of the unit watch from the shadows: the hyper-alert point-man; Anvil, a rugged powerhouse, watches Buddy with hidden, romantic adoration. Junior (Tommy), a wide-eyed 17-year-old replacement wearing oversized web gear; and Creeping Death (Stewart), a legendary apex hunter whose appearance is inspired by jungle jim from the 68 comic book. breathing heavily through an industrial gas mask. Watching them all from his tent is Commander Jackson, an institutional psychopath who views his men strictly as biological machinery. The episode ends in a fragile, cozy moment of musical peace.
Episode 2
The peaceful illusion of Episode 1 is instantly shattered. The Hatchet Force is dropped into a mass-casualty jungle meat grinder alongside several other SOG units. The sky turns a hellish orange from relentless napalm strikes as mortars rain down on their position. Amidst the explosions, Creeping Death (Stewart) unleashes an absolute whirlwind of violence. Moving with the cold, rhythmic precision of a machine, he utilizes the fatal funnels of the jungle brush to single-handedly execute 18 NVA soldiers using nothing but his machine gun and a machete. Despite Stewart's superhuman defense, the horror of the war catches up to the unit. In a flash of fire, Anvil loses his leg to a mortar shell. Seconds later, a metallic click echoes through the mud, and Buddy steps directly onto a hidden landmine. The blast shreds his limbs, blinding and deafening him, leaving him instantly in a permanent, vegetative locked-in state with no arms or legs. Mark rushes into the meat grinder to perform desperate triage. Cornered while patching up a patient, Mark is forced to grab a dropped rifle and take an enemy soldier's life-his first kill, executed solely to protect a patient. But the trauma multiplies. Moving to another minor character in the dirt, Mark frantically opens his medical kit only to realize he has mathematically run out of blood bags and plasma expanders. Helplessly watching the soldier bleed out, Mark's psychological armor completely cracks. Overwhelmed by panic, turns his back, and physically runs away through the smoke so he doesn't have to look the dying man in the eye. Sundown maneuvers his helicopter into a hot landing zone to extractions the battered survivors. As the chopper ascends into the dark sky over the burning jungle, Sundown makes a tone-deaf attempt to mask the mechanical roar and boost morale by blasting The Beach Boys' "Sloop John B" over the radio. The sunny pop rhythms backfire horribly. Hearing the upbeat lyrics repeat "this is the worst trip l've ever been on... / wanna go home," Mark, Rooster, Slim, and Junior completely break down, sobbing uncontrollably over Buddy and Anvil's bleeding bodies. Only Jackson and Stewart remain stone-faced-Jackson out of sociopathic indifference, and Stewart because his industrial mask hides his tears as he locks himself in survival mode to protect his brother.
Episode 3:
It begins in a sterile, exhausted M*A*S*H medical tent. The overworked surgeons deliver a final, devastating diagnosis to Mark: Anvil's leg is gone and he is being discharged home, while Buddy is permanently unfixable, locked inside his own mind forever. The tragic, hidden romance between them is instantly cut short by military paperwork. Giving the grieving squad no time to breathe, Commander Jackson immediately orders the heavily depleted unit into a deep, subterranean concrete bunker system to retrieve classified enemy documents. The environment shifts into a claustrophobic psychological thriller. It is inside these dark, echoing concrete tunnels that Mark receives a devastating "Dear John" letter from home. His girlfriend has cheated on him. Instantly, his 1969 drive-in movie memory-the one beautiful anchor keeping him sane-is completely poisoned. Mark realizes that the peaceful civilian life he was fighting to return to has entirely abandoned him. Halfway through the maze, the unit is forced to split up, leaving a deeply distracted, emotionally shattered Mark in one group, and the innocent Junior (Tommy) paired directly with Commander Jackson in another. Jackson and Junior locate the papers, radio back to Sundown that the objective is secure, and sprint out into a vast rice field illuminated by a golden sunset. As they run, Junior reveals a fatal mistake: he read the documents.
They aren't NVA papers at all. They are highly classified U.S. government files-the Phoenix Files
—proving the military knew the war was unwinnable years ago, alongside detailed records of inhumane medical experiments conducted on Vietnamese civilians. Driven by his unjaded morality, Junior vows to leak the files to the American press to end the pointless conflict. Jackson stops in his tracks. He delivers a chilling monologue, explaining that war is his life—it is all he loves, and peace would be a grave mistake. When Junior bravely refuses to surrender the papers, Jackson pulls his sidearm, shoots the 17-year-old kid directly in the stomach, and leaves him to bleed out in the mud. Jackson flicks his lighter, burning the classified files right in front of his eyes.
Episode 4
The unit returns to the staging base, and Jackson fakes immense grief, crying crocodile tears as he lies to Stewart, claiming Junior was executed by NVA soldiers in the bunker. To permanently cover his tracks, Jackson proposes an immediate, aggressive assault on a nearby rural village named Son My. He claims the inhabitants are heavily armed enemy combatants operating in clever civilian disguises. Desperate to honor Junior's memory, Rooster volunteers to take over the late teenager's former job as the helicopter door gunner. The Hatchet Force descends onto Son My, and a horrific, My Lai-style massacre of innocent civilians erupts. Recognizing the truth, the moral core of the unit rebels. Mark (Doc), Slim, and Sundown instantly pivot, risking court-martial to physically shield and evacuate terrified villagers. Sundown-the official second-in-command-takes control of the radio and issues a radical command to Rooster: fire on any American soldiers committing war crimes. Looking through his sights at two rogue U.S. soldiers preparing to execute an innocent mother and child, Rooster hesitates for a single split second before his protective dad energy takes over. He unleashes his M60, gunning down his own countrymen to save the civilians. Now back the ground, Slim tracks down Jackson and furiously demands answers. Jackson pulls his gun and shoots Slim in the leg to incapacitate him, sparing his life only because he still values Slim's utility as a master scout. Meanwhile, Creeping Death (Stewart) kicks down the door of a hut, weapon drawn, only to find a cradling family bracing for death. Looking into their eyes, his "blindly following orders" programming permanently shatters. He realizes he has been acting as a faceless, unthinking monster for a massive lie. Jackson realizes the unit has turned on him and that the legendary Creeping Death is coming for his head. He flees like a rat into a deep, hidden cave near the perimeter. Stewart tracks his scent into the darkness, and an incredibly brutal, raw hand-to-hand fight breaks out. Jackson manages to stab Stewart multiple times, puncturing his vital organs. Using his absolute last ounce of strength, Stewart raises his weapon and shoots Jackson directly through the heart. The remaining unit echoes into the cave, finding Stewart dying in a blood-soaked corner. For the first time in the series, Stewart pulls off his '68 Jungle Jim industrial gas mask, revealing a weeping, deeply human older brother. He cries that all he ever wanted to do was survive long enough to take Junior to Rocky Point Amusement Park in Rhode Island for his high school graduation, and now he has to die in a miserable cave. He tasks Mark with exposing the truth, demanding that the public learn of Jackson's cowardice and the squad's true heroism. The episode cuts directly to a stark flash-forward three years later. It is 1972. The highly classified Hatchet Force is officially deactivated and disbanded. Mark, Rooster, and Sundown are handed their discharge papers in total silence, expected to simply pack their bags, return to America, and pretend the nightmare never happened.
Episode 5
The timeline jumps to the summer of 1976. The United States is engulfed in massive, loud celebrations for the American Bicentennial. The historical irony is suffocating. While the country cheers for freedom, the survivors of Hatchet Force are entirely destroyed by the history they left behind. A brief montage reveals that Slim (Sam Stone) succumbed to a severe post-war heroin addiction to numb his mind, eventually dying of an overdose and leaving behind a broken family. It is also revealed that Junior's grieving girlfriend committed suicide, unable to cope with the silence surrounding Tommy's death. Meanwhile, Rooster has achieved his dream: he is back home, holding his newborn son in his arms alongside his daughter Alice and loving wife. But as spectacular Bicentennial fireworks illuminate the sky, the booming sounds trigger a massive, paralyzing PTSD flashback, forcing him to flee the celebration early. Back home, Mark has completely moved past his ex-girlfriend's betrayal. He built a new life, fell in love, and is now happily married to a supportive, loving wife. They share a home in Ohio. However, beneath his happiness, Mark's severe combat trauma remains a ticking clock. Drowning in sudden, overwhelming survivor's guilt, Mark secretly leaves Ohio and flies back to Vietnam to end his life. Across the country, Sundown, who now works as a pilot-for-hire. He and Rooster get a frantic call from Mark's wife. Crying, she informs them that Mark is on his way to kill himself in Vietnam. Rooster and sundown make an illegal flight to Vietnam to go save Mark. Deep inside the dark Vietnamese cave where the final battle took place, a sleep-deprived, severely traumatized Mark stands over Jackson's rotting, uniform-clad skeleton. In Mark's fractured mind, his severe PTSD animates the corpse. The skeleton morphs into a fanged, living demon resembling the real-world, macabre MACV-SOG skull patch insignia. Speaking with Jackson's chilling voice, the demon violently scolds Mark, mocking his trauma as a "bitch illness" and weaponizing his identity as a medic: "You couldn't save them could you, Doc? Do it, you fucking coward. Make it right, pull the trigger.” The hallucination aggressively pushes the barrel of the gun toward Mark's mouth. Just as the psychological horror reaches its absolute peak, Sundown and Rooster burst into the cavern. In Mark's eyes, the fanged MACV-SOG demon slowly dissolves back into a harmless pile of bones the exact moment his brothers slam into him, tackling him to the mud and ripping the weapon from his hands. The screen cuts to absolute black. Over the rolling end credits, a crackling, long-distance telephone call plays between Mark and his wife back in Ohio. He weakly tells her that he is safe, that he is finally coming home, and that he is fine now. But as the audio fades, Mark delivers one final, haunting admission that encapsulates the permanent scars of combat: "I love you... but I truly don't think / will ever actually come home."
Post-Credits Scene (1980)
The screen cuts to a warm, cozy living room in Ohio in 1980. The aesthetic is bright, safe, and peaceful.
Mark, his wife, and their young son are cuddled together tightly on the couch, watching ALF. They are genuinely happy, showcasing that Mark has built a beautiful, loving foundation with his family despite his inner scars. Suddenly, the telephone on the wall rings. Mark steps away from the couch and answers it. On the other end, the familiar, comforting voices of Rooster and Sundown come through the receiver, checking in on their brother after all these years. Mark smiles, telling his friends that he is doing fine and that life is good. Suddenly, the phone line violently crackles with heavy static. Rooster and Sundown's voices are instantly cut off. The audio shifts into a piercing, metallic screech, and Commander Jackson's screaming, demonic voice violently hijacks the telephone line, echoing directly into Mark's ear: "l will never truly leave you, Doc! I'll be with you until the day you die!" Mark's smile instantly vanishes, his eyes widening in pure, silent horror as the screen abruptly snaps to pitch black
Six years later, what are your thoughts on the aftermath of the killing of George Floyd?
reddit.comI’m not an adult. I just wanna know how much it’s gonna suck.
I’m currently 16 years old I just wanna know if it’s going to suck. I know the cost of living is going up. Is that gonna make my life miserable? And I know house prices are fucking ridiculous so I’m just wondering what’s the point of wanting to succeed if adult life is going to suck.
A little question about winter
I know nothing about climate change because I’m pretty young. But I need to know is that is it true that winter will basically have no snow.
The Fourth of July is coming up so I thought I would post this
You should be proud to be an American. It's not a President or the Senate that dictates how you should be. You have to live it and look and see where you can be useful and helpful to others. That's America. The 250th birthday of our beautiful country is upon us. And even though we have an actual asshole in charge right now. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t celebrate our beautiful country. We live in one of the greatest countries on the planet. And I’ll be damned if I just sit back and not celebrate how great our country CAN be.
A random list of things that make me mad
• people who blast their music while driving in the car. NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOUR SHITTY RAP MUSIC. WHILE THEY’RE TRYING TO DRIVE TO WORK!!!
• people who say unalived or unhoused genuinely sound so stupid. You’re not offending anybody when say the actual words.
• Most reddit atheists make me so mad. They act like they are the smartest people in the whole damn world. Yet all they do is just force their beliefs on people who don’t believe him. They are arguably worse than the people who try to shove their religion down your throats because at least they are nice about it.
• when people make fanart of famous characters and give them like 80 different sexualities and dumb new character attributes.
The people who never do anything fun because they say that they are trying to “prioritize mental health”. THERE IS A GOOD CHANCE YOU HAVE MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS JUST SIT IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY AND NEVER ACTUALLY GO OUT IN FUCKING PUBLIC AND YOU JUST USE THAT TIME TO COMPLAIN ONLINE ABOUT HOW HARD YOUR LIFE IS EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE NOT ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING TO TRY TO FIX IT!!!
• the people who say horrible shit in an attempt to be edgy but in reality, they’re just racist.
A random list of things that make me mad
• people who blast their music while driving in the car. NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOUR SHITTY RAP MUSIC. WHILE THEY’RE TRYING TO DRIVE TO WORK!!!
• people who say unalived or unhoused genuinely sound so stupid. You’re not offending anybody when say the actual words.
• Most reddit atheists make me so mad. They act like they are the smartest people in the whole damn world. Yet all they do is just force their beliefs on people who don’t believe him. They are arguably worse than the people who try to shove their religion down your throats because at least they are nice about it.
• when people make fanart of famous characters and give them like 80 different sexualities and dumb new character attributes.
The people who never do anything fun because they say that they are trying to “prioritize mental health”. THERE IS A GOOD CHANCE YOU HAVE MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS JUST SIT IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY AND NEVER ACTUALLY GO OUT IN FUCKING PUBLIC AND YOU JUST USE THAT TIME TO COMPLAIN ONLINE ABOUT HOW HARD YOUR LIFE IS EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE NOT ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING TO TRY TO FIX IT!!!
• the people who say horrible shit in an attempt to be edgy but in reality, they’re just racist.
I asked how many of guys wanted to get married and you overwhelming said you did, so let’s ask about how many of you guys want kids.
reddit.comI think my boyfriend is eyeing another woman. What should do?
She has beauty beyond compare and flaming locks of auburn hair and ivory skin with eyes of emerald green. He talks about her in his sleep and there's nothing I can do to keep from crying when he calls her name. My happiness depends on you guys, I cannot compete with her. Please help me
One of the most badass people ever (1968)
Jerry Shriver was a elite green geret from the vietnam war who fought in the top-secret MACV-SOG unit. He was nicknamed "Mad Dog" by enemy radio because of how aggressively he fought. He routinely went into the jungle as a walking arsenal with sawed-off shotguns, revolvers, and knives. When his tiny unit was completely surrounded, he radioed back: "No, no, I've got 'em right where I want 'em. Surrounded from the inside." He was KIA during a raid in 1969
One by Metallica is the greatest thing ever made by humanity and you cannot convince me otherwise
m.youtube.comIs it true that most college students no longer party.
I heard something today that most college students are no longer actually go out and party or socialize and I’m just wondering if that’s actually true because I doubt it.
I heard something the other day that said college students no longer party is this true
reddit.comAm I the only person that gets super annoyed whenever I see those “Gen Alpha is doomed” videos
No, Gen Alpha is not doomed and the people that say that genuinely piss me off. We grew up with similar garbage stuff on the Internet. And most of us turned out just fine. And I feel like the reason all these kids are acting up is because they have soft ass parents that never say the word no.