For you @SHAPEINTHEVOID lol
The curse of Thorne Seizes Us All… On Halloween night, October 31, 2025, Samhain awakens, and Michael Myers will paint the night blood-red. Drink deeply from your cup of protection, for I hunger to feast on your soul — it craves rest and sacrifice in a dark, twisted ritual. Some will suffer agonizing fates, slowly fading away, while the greedy will wither and rot. The weak may be spared, clueless of their danger, but perhaps the strong will endure—and maybe even change their beliefs amidst the chaos. Yet, in the end, we’re all doomed, trapped in the inferno of hell’s lava, bubbling over with blood and dirt. No one is safe—chaos is coming, relentless and unstoppable, threatening every soul. Evil is upon us! 666 - you’ve been warned!
Damn ! I owned this mask at one point ! I think you sold it to me years ago!
Under the shadowed gallows, bodies hang in broad daylight — their decaying flesh attracting buzzing, greedy, little flies, accompanied by the sickening stench of death. A twisted, dusty clay road stretches into the unknown, where sacrifices of animals and humans are made at the very heart of Satan’s domain. It is here that Michael Myers sheds his mask only after claiming his chosen victims and kneeling before the high priest beneath a blood-red moon on the 31st night of October 2025. Desperate virgin women, trembling with fear, dare to lick the dried filth from his unholy fingers, hoping for salvation, relishing the old stale blood. He savors their terror as the darkest skies awaken, cloaking his sinister ritual in shadow and dread. Fear creeps behind you, silently lurking, eyes fixed, waiting patiently. It watches as you unknowingly stare death in the face, unaware of the danger drawing closer. The mark is upon you—will you choose to embrace the cult’s call or face the finality of death? The choice is yours.
October is sneaking up on us—just 33 days until Halloween night, the ultimate celebration of spooky, frightening fun! Already, you can catch the scent of crackling fire pits and see the leaves bursting into fiery shades of red and orange. Houses are transforming into haunted hideouts, decorated with ghostly skeletons, wicked witches, mischievous goblins, monstrous creatures, satanic demons, and blood-soaked zombies—all to keep the dark spirits at bay. Rumors swirl of Michael Myers, the infamous killer from Haddonfield and a longtime patient of Smiths Grove Sanatorium, who might have escaped his confinements—or perhaps met a grisly end. Some say he still roams the night, guided by the mysterious Man in Black, both who can shapeshift into anyone or anywhere at any time—including your next door neighbor—so beware: don’t assume anything is truly what it seems. On a cool, rainy autumn evening, you might glimpse flashing police lights and wonder—could he be lurking nearby, disguised as an officer? So, lock your doors tight, say your prayers, hide your children, and keep your knives sharp—because the boogeyman might be just around the corner, ready to pounce on you and your loved ones. Remember, your fate may be sealed—etched in pig’s blood on the sacred scroll of the unholy altar.
Yeah that was a great AHG kirk conversion.
I encountered the man in black in my youth, though at the time I was unaware of the depths of his mystical aura. If only he had revealed the true nature of what I perceived as reality. The shocking truth was that I was marked by the Curse of Thorne, a destiny etched into my very birthright. I was chosen—the instrument of the Devil’s malevolence. In exchange for my service, Satan endows me with formidable strength, unshakable confidence, and powers that allow me to bend the rules of this dark, twisted life.
My thirst for chaos remains unquenched. I have been summoned to serve as a henchman, the captain leading Lucifer’s army into chaos. I thrive on causing terror, instilling fear, and reveling in the macabre—Simply captivated and aroused by the comforting warm blood on my hands as I plunge my blades into my victims, injecting them with a syringe full of poison, repeatedly stabbing them with a razor sharp scalpel, clobbering them over the head with the claw of a hammer, or simply cutting them in half with an axe. This is my purpose, my torment, and my power, all wrapped in a sinister dance with darkness. I am Michael Myers, fear me.
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When I was first sent to the sanitarium in Smith’s Grove, everything changed. It was there, in the shadows of that bleak place, that I snapped the neck of another patient—someone just like me. I saw potential in the darkness, a chance to join the forces that lurk beyond the light. But as my hands clenched around their neck, I couldn’t let go. The evil within me erupted even further, twisting my fate into a deadly love story that spiraled like a collapsing universe. In that moment, I realized that, despite the pain of stabbing my sister Judith, this was different—far more intense. I felt an overwhelming sense of control as my victim’s last breath escaped my grasp, leaving me emptier than ever before. I am Michael Myers, fear me.
this is an absolutely stunning photo the accuracy of these masks shows exactly why I love this franchise so much