The long awaited story that has been eating my time up. Now, hopefully back to the regularly scheduled Roleplaying.



Author name: Titania
Title: Go On, Take the Money and Run
Fandom: John Carpenter's Escape From New York and CrossGen's Snake Plissken Chronicles
Rating: PG-13 for violence and foul language
Summary: When Snake fled New York he insisted Maggie come along. The USPF could not have known what they unleashed by letting these two criminals free to the streets. Still looking to keep on a prior engagement in Atlantic City, NJ Snake takes Maggie along for the ride.
Link: Bonnie and Clyde Got Nothing on These Two

Thanks to my betas and yappichick for the header art.

Kurt, John and Debra talk about Snake as the badass, the anti-hero and what Snake Plissken truly is.




This is one of the many interviews where Kurt talks about Snake like he does in this one. This particular one is from the collectors edition of Escape From New York.

I still owe an interview. It is uploading and I will link when it is posted but in the mean time there's some great new things on Youtube.

First Escape from New York is currently on Youtube in its entirety. If you want to watch it I suggest you do it soon. Paramount is notorious for yanking any Escape from New York or LA vids it sees.

In addition, I found the video for "The One" - By Rob Zombie, aka Snake's theme song from Escape from LA.

Where do I take this pain of mine
I run but it stays right by my side

So tear me open and pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps

Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once and now it stays
Now it stays

So tear me open but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me until I'm clean

It grips you so hold me
It stains you so hold me
It hates you so hold me
It holds you so hold me
Until it sleeps


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Words: 528

I don’t got any of these. I got no irrational fears. Everything I’m fearful of has got damned good reason. Especially true of physical fears. Crazies are the worst but then who wouldn’t be fearful of swarming cannibals that come out at night? No sane person, I’m sure. They’re the only one thing sends me running the other way. I deal with them day in and day out. Don’t always see them but they’re there. Even during the day. Go into a warehouse that’s too dark or fall asleep on the streets and it might be all she wrote. That’s not irrational. Only other thing I don’t like is needles. Not exactly afraid of them. Unnerved’d be a better word. Can’t say that’s irrational either. After the medical experiments and that bastard Hauk injecting explosives in my neck I shouldn’t be ok with it.

I can’t think of one thing I’m irrationally afraid of. Nothing that I am afraid of is harmless either. I thought about elevators but even that isn’t irrational. I’ve been busted several times stepping out of them. Got the elevators in NY Max and worst was getting shot in one. Isn’t really fear either. I just don’t feel comfortable in them. I’m not claustrophobic. Hell if that were true I’d never make it as a glider pilot.

As much as it sounds like bullshit, I really don’t think I have any irrational fears from physical items or situations. It’s all very real with real consequences and real chances of happening in my daily life. That’s not irrational at all.

Only 8? Hell no. the only one I'd back down for is two. Give me a break.

Been there, posted this before but it is good enough to give it a second go.

( Don'tcha Know I pack a Chainsaw?Collapse )

I had to forgo the angry music. Just way to much of the shit to post. The playlist of favorites, yeah, has 300 of the damned things on it for a bad mood.

1. I’m Snake Plissken.
2. I don’t give a damn/fuck.
3. I've got all the cards.
4. I’m tired.
5. When I come back.
6. It’s in the other room.
7. You can’t afford me.
8. I’d work for you if you had nicer legs.
9. Blame the Devil.
10. Haven’t huffed that much gas yet. (I’m not that crazy.)
11. I can’t make myself that stupid.
12. I’ll give a shit tomorrow.
13. I’d rather cut off my leg.


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The day I got taken to New York Max without a fucking doubt. In case you people don't know what New York Max is I'll explain. After the war went south and those jackasses decided that gas was better than nukes the Commie bastards and ironically the American government bombed the living fuck out of New York City. Three million people gone gas crazy or died. The government walled off the whole damned island of Manhattan, set up guards and they just throw people in now. No trial. No questions. No nothing. they think you did wrong and in your ass goes.

I escaped that hellhole of a place. The day I was thrown in and had to do that shit for the bastards running that madhouse was like ten days, weeks. The shit you see in there is nothing a rational person should ever see. It's the shit that makes the word crazy look like child's play. I used to think life was crazy. Freewheeling around with the population at large you get some people you'd rather not meet. In there everyone is in that category. The best part is one half is cannibalistic and the other half just likes to kill.

They threw my ass in there with a survival holster, few rations, some meth and fucking explosives in my neck. Yeah you heard that bullshit. I spent 24 hours walking around with a watch strapped to my wrist in a fucking asylum the size of Manhattan because it was Manhattan that told me how many seconds I had until my neck exploded. You know how long a day goes when you keep looking at your watch? It's fucked.

That's how the day started. Was around ten at night when they jacked me. Said it was some sort of shit that would keep me from getting sick inside. Didn't trust the bastards but forced me to take the shit. Injected them in my neck the fuckers. Then dumped my ass in the prison to rescue the president. Last thing on fucking Earth I wanted to do.

The shit in that place. My welcoming committee was some fucking Indian with a piano wire going for my throat to get him a scalp and some dinner. Go from that to the fucking vultures picking through the plane wreckage for bodies like Night of the Fucking Living Dead, eating on the burned up bodies. The whole damned place is tore up in a way no rational mind does. Everything is overturned. Who the fuck overturns everything? Even in a damned riot people don't overturn everything. Sane people don't do that shit.

Met a girl in there and watched the damned crazies pull her into the floor and eat her alive. Still holding her hand when they started eating her legs. Fucked shit. The smell from the Crazies when they climb out of the sewers is like nothing I can describe. They're covered in sewer scum instead of clothes.

Had this damned tracker and found what those dicks in command thought was the president. Some fucking hobo with his vitals check on his wrist. God damned homeless bastards trying to knife me. Crazy bastards with no balls, literally, they castrate prisoners on a normal day. Lucky me they'd rather jack my neck with explosives. Got this guy, not half bad, crazy fuck went back into the prison for his damned cab they walled in it. Sanity is not part of the quota in that fucking place.

Best part? That god damned bastard Helmann was in there. Fucker left me in Kansas City to get caught. Almost worth being thrown in just to see his fucking face when I showed. Think he'd saw a demon or some shit. Highlight of my night was later watching that bastard step on a land mine and fly into a bloody mess. Shame about Maggie though. That woman, swear she killed her husband for her attitude but a sweetheart.

Helmann fucking doubled up on me and turned me over to the fucking Duke of New York. One more crazy son of a bitch. The only person crazier than a gas crazy is the bastard insane enough to try and control them and the bastard who manages to do it successfully. That fucker and Romero. He had this ghoul that he drug around with him. Crazy would be hard pressed to define him. Can't even describe the bastard he was such a freak. Duke fucking cracked me in the head with a tire iron but only after I got shot int he fucking leg with an arrow trying to rescue a president I'd rather kill. Harker should've been thanking God for those explosives. Without them I'd have shot him first.

The best part was still coming. Woke up to bastards prodded me with a crossbow. First thing I see when my head clears is some guy on a stretcher looks like he went into a wood chipper. Found out in a hurry why. Slag. The biggest son of a bitch I've ever seen. Threw me in a fucking ring with him and ball bats. Fucker broke my ribs. Then they replaced them with spiked bats. Just what the sane need to see. Makes you understand why the people in there are all crazy. No way not to be.

Climbed out of that fucking prison with 32 fucking seconds left before my neck blew out. Rescued their fucking president, got their bullshit conference crap. What does that son of a bitch commissioner make me do? Wait until I got five seconds before letting the doctors neutralize the explosives. I was too fucking exhausted when that shit was over.

You know though all long days got something good to them. Work that long and something good's about to happen. Only shame is I missed his face when Harker and Hauk learned I still had their precious tape. Always looked for security feed of that shit. never found it. Such a loss but I know it happened. That's a good enough end of that hell day.

Words: 1,000

Two more.

Chapter 15 and Chapter 16 can be downloaded here for the next 30 days. (If the file is unavailable let me know and I will reupload it.)

If you think there is a way you can think of making this better or give me advice if you have done vocal recordings before please do.