#MetalGate: The MetalSucks Manifesto

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Nu-metal and metalcore website MetalSucks posted the “The MetalSucks Manifesto” today, reaffirming their stance as communist social justice warriors. Donald Trump’s triumph in the 2016 United States presidential election apparently did not dishearten their leftist delusions. A neighbor to the MetalSucks headquarters in Axl Rosenberg’s Brooklyn tenement apartment has revealed exclusive insider information to Death Metal Underground about the activities of the MetalSucks politburo of Axl Rosenberg, Vince Neilstein, and Emperor Rhombus during the week following Trump’s victory.

Early morning, November 9th, 2016. Axl Rosenberg’s apartment.

Vince Neilstein and Axl Rosenberg were lounging on the couch. Both were wearing complimentary Between the Buried and Me metalcore shirts received in exchange for a few joints. Only Vince was wearing pants; Axl was nervously clenching his anime body pillow with protruding breasts and three built-in silicone holes for Axl’s perverted delight.

“Fuck this fascist bro!” screamed Vince. “My whale wife is home, stuffing her pieface with fuckin’ mint chocolate chip Haagen-Daaz. There’s no way I’ll be able to hit that tonight Axl!”

“Don’t worry about her. Suck on this!” said Axl as he lit the end of Vince’s shofar they were using as a pipe before shoving it in Vince’s mouth.

“There’s nothing left in here you bitch-titted fuck! You smoked it all!”

“Call Rhombus. He’s stacked.”

Vince dialed their bald, Panturrible, Phil Anselmo doppeldanger comrade, Emperor Rhombus. “Rhombus, stop whacking it in the bathroom and come the fuck out. We’re going to smoke your stash.”

Rhombus stood up from Axl’s shit-stained toilet, yanked up his cargo jorts, and stormed out of Axl’s bathroom. He burst in front of Axl’s sofa, blocking Vince and Axl’s view to the flatscreen television.

“I have some bomb shit heebs!”

“What you uncut goy?” retorted Vince.

“How do you Jews know that?” asked Rhombus.

“Your smegma dick’s hangin’ out of your fly dumbass.”

“Fuck!” snarled Rhombus as he zipped up. There was no need to shove his member back into his jorts; one of two inches were enveloped by a layer of blubber. “I got some dank shit though. This shit is so gold, you two Jews are gonna love it!”

“Is that swag garbage man?” asked Axl?

“This is skunk directly from Colorado. I swear it’s the shit my hymie brothers!”

Rhombus lifted up the velcro from one of his jorts’ cargo pockets, reaching deep inside. He pushed past his lucky, broken-in GameCube controller used for Super Smash Brothers until he grasped a large plastic freezer bag. He placed it upon Axl’s coffee table.

“What schwartz sold you this crap? What the fuck is this? Are you fucking with us? Did this come out of your ass?” barked Vince, who had a point as the compacted buds were about five inches long with a four inch girth when unfolded and colored a deep brownish green. Generously sprinkled across were small white crystals as if on a long, powdered donut; as if the most crystalline varietal of purple haze had been bleached white and pure like the flour used to construct fast-food hamburger rolls.

Axl sat up and pulled his penis out of his anime body pillow’s built in Fleshlight alternative. He leaned over and poked the weed Rhombus had laid out upon the table like a yule log.

“I haven’t felt any shit this firm since my Shake Shack cleanse of two months ago! The marbling on those were exquisite! This may well surpass it!”

Vince: “Yo Axl! Load my shofar!”

Axl grabbed the ram’s horn and thrust his flaccid, circumcized babydick into the tip.

“With the weed you fat fuck!”

Axl pulled the shofar pipe off his penis and loaded it up with the marijuana that Emperor Rhombus had diligent prepared while Axl attempted to copulate with Vince’s shofar.

Vince placed his mouth right over the small hole where Axl’s penis had just been; it reminded him of his college days. He could taste the salty pre-ejaculate fluid that Axl had leaked.

“Light it up Rhombus! Let’s smoke this turd!” ordered Axl.

“Firing it up like a crematorium Mein Leben!” Rhombus seig heiled his bosses and lit Vince Neilstein’s shofar pipe using a long grill lighter.

The smoke rose and swept the salty pre-come from Vince’s mouth down his throat. The thick, viscous white smoke went deep into Vince’s lungs. The white crystals were salty and delicious. They reminded him of the time his wife drank coconut juice before bed. Vince was deeply satisfied and moaned out “Wow!” before passing the shofar pipe to Rhombus.

“You go last Axl as you’re a sick shofar fucking fat fuck and I could taste the plastic of your weeb Fleshlight pillow!” bitched Vince as he trembled in pleasure. Rhombus was fellating the end of the shofar, shoving it deep down into his throat. Rhombus pulled it out gagging, covering the shofar in saliva and smoker’s phlegm.

“Light it fags!” Axl grabbed the grill lighter and lit the shofar pipe. The smoke rose up and hit Emperor Rhombus. He collaspsed on his backside to the floor, his legs spread and trembling in ecstasy.

Axl grabbed the lubricated shofar. He had to taste this. He stood up pantsless, lit up, inhaled, and fell upon his body pillow. He ejaculated, remembering the piece Grim Kim had given him way back when to get published on MetalSucks.

Vince Neilstein’s mind was racing. Why were the crystals white? Why did it look like a shit with cocaine on it? What could this Colorado donut skunk be? It then hit him.

“It’s laced!”

“What?” snapped Rhombus.

Vince: “We just did angel dust man! We’re so fucked! My wife’s gonna kill me!”

Axl Rosenberg’s eyes rolled back. “We’re gonna be fucking schizo after this. Your grasp on reality’s gonna slip! We’re gonna be homeless! We’ll be talking about ourselves in the third person like Karl Malone and Geoff Tate!”

Emperor Rhombus stared at the ceiling, his pupils dilated. “I love you guys!”

“I know! Suck it!” said Axl

Vince was rock hard. The walls were pulsating, quivering vaginal tracts. The world was his wife. He would marry the world. The people in Axl’s living room would be his sacred trinity. They just needed the workers to rise up to annoint them. Dealing with his raging horny body would have to come first though.

Vince opened Axl’s white plastic MacBook which appeared to him as a woman pulling down pants to show Vince her genitals. The MetalSucks homepage came up with an attractive blonde woman, Whitney Moore, he had hired for three hundred bucks to host MetalSucks’ “This Week in Metal” for an overweight, low testosterone social justice warrior and militant feminist audience.

Rhombus was also swelled with desire and was overlooking Vince’s shoulder. The laptop appeared to him as an infinitely swelling pair of breasts “I got vids of her bro!”

“Yeah? From where?” wondered Vince.

“Casting couch tapes. Birdermic.” stated Rhombus

Vince: “She fucked that crazy little gook director?”

Rhombus: “No, this is where that gook director found her.”

Emperor Rhombus reached into his jorts and pulled out a USB flash drive. He plugged it into Axl’s MacBook. “Unreleased amateur pornography casting couch footage!”

“Oh yeah!” muttered Axl Rosenberg as he sat up, his complimentary Between the Buried and Me shirt stained with a paltry amount of his own rapidly drying ejaculate like Monica Lewinsky’s dress while walking out of the Oval Office.

All three sat down on Axl’s sofa. Vince pulled his zebra print sweatpants down. Rhombus’s jorts were at his feet. Vince hit the play function key on Axl’s white plastic MacBook. Insteaad of their own employee, they saw a blonde woman with massive breast implants emerge from the MacBook that now appeared to be made of a crystalline structure like Krypton in Superman: The Movie directed by Richard Donner.

“You bullshitted us you Nazi fuck!” screamed Axl. Multiple erect members were peeing into the disgusting blonde woman’s mouth. Emperor Rhombus had shown them his collection of German urophilic pornography.

“Got ya goys!” gloated Emperor Rhombus as he seig heiled in his Aryan victory. The streams of urine flew out of the Macbook screen, all over the pulsating walls of Axl’s apartment and MetalSucks’ own faces. The PCP was starting to take effect. MetalSucks was wet.

The Germanic nectar tasted so sweet and nourishing. MetalSucks were in paradise. The three of them were divinely anointed by infinite, ever-flowing streams of Aryan pee. They were no longer social justice warriors; MetalSucks were social justice messiahs.

A beautiful blonde appeared on the small, outdated MacBook screen. The white plastic MacBook was a gaping vagina to Vince, a Kryptonic crystal construction to Rhombus, and a Japanese schoolgirl lifting her skirt up to reveal white crotchless panties to Axl. She was the ultimate Aryan uberwomensch to them. She was a tall, shapely Northern European goddess.

She’s so much better than my obese wife. I want to mate with her. I want her to bear my chosen seed! thought Vince.

“I want her to be real!” gasped Axl imagining the pure Aryan beauty in a schoolgirl outfit whining as he called her “My lady” while making sweet sweet love to her heavenly body.

“I want to aerobicize with her!” muttered Rhombus as his jaw dropped at the sight of the blonde’s succulent breasts that he wanted to bite. Rhombus enjoyed watching pretty women “Bleed”, especially while pogo-ing them to Meshuggah.

Red smoke came out of the cracks in Axl Rosenberg’s outdated white plastic MacBook. It was only stable with three browser tabs open at a time. A silky smooth, shiny milk-skinned leg emerged. Axl wanted to lick her feet.

“I am Freyja, goddess of love and fertility. Are you the chosen lust-filled giants of men who I seek?”

Rhombus: “Uhhhh…”

Vince: “Yes!”

“Which of you little maniacs wants to do me first ?” purred the Nordic goddess as she glanced at the small packages of the MetalSucks politburo.”Choose or perish!”

Vince Neilstein walked up, kissed Freyja, shoved his tongue down her throat, and grabbed her by the pussy.

“Give me your chosen seed you three. Grant me this and I will make you the vanguards for which to lead the revolution against the oppressors who worship me. The chosen people will fertilize the master race to create a new world order where all men are created equally mediocre. The hash will grow from the trees, the dreads will flow like water, and the proletariat we create will be sovereign over the entire Earth!”

Vince Neilstein entered Freyja and her “Gold Walls of Heaven” walls immediately extracted from him what they had entered the third dimension for. Axl Rosenberg and Emperor Rhombus used her divine mouth and rectum. They all rotated freely. The MetalSucks Politburo had become human anglerfish for a divine Aryan goddess.

They continued like this for almost a week, sustained only by the Gemanic nectar flowing forth from Axl’s outdated MacBook and their own lust. Mating with the Norse phencyclidine goddess had schizoidally replaced social justice warring as MetalSucks’ new reason for existence. Sloppy seconds gave way to sticky, slickness as they were slowly soaked in lovely angelic ecstasy over the course of several days’ lust.

Days later a crash suddenly came. Vince Neilstein’s wife had used her massive amount of excess heft to batter down the door to Axl’s tenement. Mrs. Neilstein saw her husband and his two best friends Axl and Rhombus naked and writhing on the floor. They were all thrusting away at a five foot tall pillow printed with an image of a blue-haired, doe-eyed, busty cartoon school girl lifting up her skirt. Axl’s disgusting fetish pillow that he usually slept with instead of unobtainable for him human females was stained with streaks of yellow, dark brown, and red bodily fluids. It almost resembled a German flag.

Vince Neilstein’s mouth lay agape as he looked upward at his shocked fat wife. The PCP had worn off. He knew that his days filled with beer, weed, and porn in his man-cave were over; he would no longer even be allowed to hang out at Axl’s place to watch football and slamdance to deathcore.

Vince Neilstein would have to go back to posting his wife’s political opinions as his own on his poser blog. He would have to post a henpecked manifesto stating that he was a social justice warrior. He would have to post goofy selfies like Carlos Danger for even a slim hope of ever again even catching a brief glimpse of a real woman’s breasts.

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30 thoughts on “#MetalGate: The MetalSucks Manifesto”

  1. ANUSaanite says:

    Too long but the Anthony Weiner reference sounds about right. You gotta admit, Carlos Danger is a cool name. Can’t blame a guy for taking goofy selfies in an effort to get laid. If anything, blame the women! The Cosby Show is still cool too.

  2. fuck you says:

    >Looks at the url
    Sees website full of butthurt faggotry

    for fucks sake. At least rename the website as ‘iambutthurtfaggot.org’ so people know what to expect. I dont give a shit about altright, sjws or any other politics. I want to read about metal, not your little, bitter, cock slurping faggotry.

    1. #MakeDeathMEtal.orgGreatAgain

    2. Pagan savior says:

      Honestly i think politics have a place in metal, but metal should be a channel of free speech for any view point and shouldnt be inherently political. Anyone who is here only to spread their political agenda and has no passion for the music can fuck off(which i am not accusing this site of before anyone jumps to any conclusions) if metal were to turn into some safe space it would destroy years of what metal has thought for throughout its existence, such as expressing challenging views and fighting against censorship

      1. C.M. says:

        Pop politics and metal have something in common; they both proceed from the contemporary social climate. So while it’s necessarily true that both affect the other directly, they are nevertheless closely related down the causal line.

  3. heavy_metal_muhammed says:

    Every jew, deep in his heart, is waiting for another Kristallnacht to come.
    – Haruki Murakami

  4. 8==D says:

    “we are proud SJWs”

    haha. the smarter ones at least dance around the word and try to deflect to “t-that’s a word neckbeards invented to describe not being a shitty person, duuuude”

  5. 1349 says:

    Write about Metallica’s new album and their carnival of videos including references to Lemmy and old Mayhem with Dead(!).

    1. Wait a few hours for the review; the album is incredibly overlong.

      1. 8==D says:

        haha, long or not, it’s easy to sum up. black album plus death magnetic, lots of octane-rawk/radio rock dudebro choruses. only notable for being released by a band we all grew up with.

        1. The Black Album is better than it.

        2. 1349 says:

          It’s death magnetic + load/reload. Seems less forced, more natural than magnetic and therefore less painful to hear. Yes, it’s half-rock. At least it’s not low-brow metalcore like, say, the new Testament.

        3. “only notable for being released by a band we all grew up with.”

          Metallica made some good music, and I don’t use the term “good music” lightly.

        4. ANUSaanite says:

          Sounds like Load/The Black Album to me. Ain’t My Bitch mixed with King Nothing and The Struggle Within more or less on every song. Also, in terms of sincerity, better than Drowning Pool with double bass (new Slayer) or as someone already mentioned metalcore Testament. Either way, just listen to Soulside Journey.

  6. SIEGE says:

    Since Trump’s victory, what they called “conspiracy theory”, they are all exposing to be true. It’s as if his win created a need for them to push harder. So harder in fact, they are forced to pull the mask off their agenda and openly confirm it’s true – while dismissing it.

    Obama and Merkel just gave a speech. They basically blamed “fake news” on the internet for being the reason Trump won. Which means: we’re going to crack down on freedom of speech now. While also spewing Globalist garbage like we are “all a global people”

    I said it before and I’ll say it again. Metalsucks, Cvltnation and Metal Injection among others are propaganda sites with an agenda: Be taste makers (push more multi-cultural bands), lead boycotts again any band who is a threat to the “all-inclusive” Globalist agenda, malign political candidates.

    They are a digital rqualivant of the paid agitators infesting the streets right now. Those people are the product of such sites.

    Blastbeat Media who is behind all of them is no different from Moveon.org. Funded by the establishment with the same Clinton cash to push the agenda.

    I have no doubt in my mind that a deeper expose in these sites will reveal a smoking gun that proves it.

    “Donald Trump’s election, and the ongoing attempt to somehow ensure that popular art is made by heterosexual white men for heterosexual white men, is a story we’ve heard many times before. ”

    They admit then they are working for the opposite, so it’s an anti-white site. We always loved female fronted bands, south american bands, etc……but the real reason Trump won is the ANTI-WHITE agenda being pushed on us that has created a surge of white resistance.

    1. Necronomeconomist says:

      “fake news” on the internet for being the reason Trump won.”

      Is that referring to James Comey’s last round of email accusations, which materially DID reduce Clinton’s lead by 4-7%?

      1. SEIGE says:

        What Obama described as “fake news” is Breitbart. I guess Alex Jones (who is a fucking cancer, despite his being right some times)……and I guess the actual real accounts of German teenage girls crying on YouTube over migrant attacks. Merkel said Social Media is “politically disruptive”.

        “Digitization is a disruptive force, a disruptive technological force that brings about deep-seated change, transformation of a society” (coming from the woman who destroyed Europe)

      2. ogunsiron says:

        How do you even know that said lead was real ?

    2. ogunsiron says:

      Very good points. The ((( enemy )))has very deep pockets and the enemy is an expert at producing and manipulating pop culture. I’d like to add an organization to the list that needs to be watched very carefully : Grimposium. It’s basically an SJW academic metal conference that’s a few years old now. The founder of Grimposium actually studies how to control and monitor forums for “extremism”.

  7. Degtyarov says:

    MetalSucks has surpassed CvltNation as the worst website in metal. While the writing on the latter is truly atrocious, MetalSucks has become the Maddox of the metal world. While they previously revelled in the once-trendy “I am smarter than you, your taste sucks” pseudo-elitism (hence their haha ironic website name), they slowly started to believe their own bullshit. Now they jumped the shark because they assume anyone ever came to their website for more than a few cheap laughs at gaffes of has-been metal stars. You can notice how frustrated they are that the majority of their audience keeps siding against them. They think that by attempting verbal judo (“Yeah we’re SJWs, deal with it!”), people will respect them, or they’ll at least drive out their most dedicated haters. In reality, they’re just another bunch of yellow presstitutes panicking over their dwindling views, and the only people who still accept them are the pathetic hardcore drop-outs known as the NYC metal scene.

    1. Maddox successful shat on shitty movies though. MetalSucks liked Wolverine Blues a while ago. Yeah.

      1. Picture a normal-ass tabby with a cock the size of a half-bratwurst says:

        What is Maddox? Who?

        1. C.M. says:

          Maddox pretended to be a pirate and ran a semi-funny overly-hostile review site during the pre-facebutt Internet. As time passed he adopted some weirdo progressive feminist tone to stay relevant since he was only funny to teenagers.

        2. OliveFox says:

          He pitched for the Atlanta Braves in the 90s. Won 4 Cy Young’s in a row. Great sinker-ball pitcher.

      2. Degtyarov says:

        Maddox disavowed his own book to appease to his feminist friends in the LA comedy scene. They had turned on him after he tried to sic them on his former podcast co-host. He would fit right in with the American metal scene. Oh, and he loves Pantera.

  8. GGALLIN1776 says:

    Reading that faggotry was as painful as accidentally catching a wiff of grim kim’s putrescent body odor.

  9. This reminds me of Black Witchery

  10. Nah says:

    hahahah Wow, did you guys have fun jerking off for the entirety of the several hours it took to write? This is so fucking sad. Good job hiding behind “Guest Contributor,” author. Didn’t even have the fucking balls to be outright with it.

    Look, you’re entitled to your opinions about whatever the fuck you want, but when the only way you can get your sad little dick hard is to shit all over dudes who are way more successful than you, it reeks of insecurity and cheeto dust. You should shower, go outside, maybe get some exercise and make a friend or something, then report back when your internet presence is something of actual substance and not just this hanger-on bullshit your entire site is built upon. I bet you could even make worthy content if you focused more on your own writing and less on that of others.

  11. Michael Bower says:

    I can’t wait for the day I read a story that axl vince are jumped and beaten at a show.

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