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Corruption at Conception

by Power Beast

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01. The Discovery Dag Neilson: Jackson! Get over here! Footsteps increase pace across the listener's space Marty Jackson: What is it Dag? Dag: That's Sergeant Neilson to you, and don't you forget it. Just cause I let you skim a little blow from the restricted section last night doesn't mean we're no longer professional. This is still a military operation! Monster growling in distance, rocks crumbling Jackson: What was that? Dag: Look over there! Beyond those rocks! Jackson: What are those things?! Dag: Don't know but we gotta notify Soviet Research Control immediately! Jackson: Ugh what are they doing? It looks like they're…mating? Dag: Look at the size of that thing! Monster growling intensifies Jackson: I'm going to puke, Sir. Dag: Hold your fire, private. Get headquarters on the com channel now! Jackson: Recon 1 to SRC headquarters, I repeat, this is…
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02. Sperma Atavus Behemoth Blast through the birth duct and onwards toward the egg, wreaking havoc and destruction; defilement to the end. Rising, violent, unborn, insemination. Progeny of the seed; savage, mutated breed; sired in the fury of vermin; revel of ghoulish monstrosity. Rising, violent, unborn, insemination. The malicious agent breeches, a morbid leviathan seed. Primal genetics reawaken. Malice and madness eat inside the tragic man. Rapacious ejaculate; a libido turned wicked. Eradicate to procreate, mutilate, promulgate Prepared for battle in uncivilized seas, hidden from the naked eye, unseen, unable to see. Even with its magnitude and malignity, its flanks are reduced to 2 dimensions with the keenest eye. Lower your fortitude, pile your terrors upon Sperma Atavus Behemoth, fatal to the greatest degree. A maniacal smile given to idle contraception; unstoppable bastard seed of the depraved, atavistic itch. With an instinct to usurp the crown of procreation, the divine biology will fall; corrupted genetic frailty. Balance interrupted, shown and felt uterine dysgenesis, intermenstrual bleed. This battle has only begun; a gruesome race. Blood is not the end. Radio static Vladimir Lebedev: Sergeant Neilson, come in Sergeant Neilson. Dag: We're here Vlad, listen, we just witnessed the mating act of two enormous grotesque creatures. I know we've dealt with a lot of strange shit in the past ten years, but I've never seen anything like it in my life. Jackson: Is that Vlad? Tell him my scanner's been acting up. Vlad: Jackson, is that you? What the fuck is out there? We only lost your location for a few minutes and now Dag has gone fuckin' insane. Jackson: No sir, he's telling the truth. I confirmed with my own eyes AND the thermal scope. Both bogeys measured about forty meters head to tail. We spotted them over a ridge in the flats when we were on our evening recon. Vlad: I've only heard stories like this from the locals. The UN is not going to believe this and will cut our funding because of you United States Army shitbirds! Dag: This is Sergeant fucking Dag Neilson of the Ten-thousand and fucking first division. Our assignment is to report any suspicious activity to Soviet Research Control. Giant fucking hellspawned-extraterrestrial-reptilian-godzilla shit spotted at 44 14 North, 54 33 East! Vlad: Alright, alright, tag it, get a sample, do whatever you need to do. (in Russian) I need to take a shit.
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03. Unmannerly Postcopulatory Sexual Selection A deceitful tongue, across, serrated, hungry teeth. Lactobacillus: the first to be consumed. Useless bindings, chains for the weak. Lacerate the vaginal wall. Acidify the microbiome. Lymphocytes sound the alarm, the next for decimation. A limp hand, struck down, devoured. Acidify the microbiome. The beast attacks from within and plasma thickens with their mutilated remains. The fallopian path is clear. Acidify, onward! A pitiable defense, the final line summoned, white like the beast, the leukocytes resist, attempt to surround, overwhelm, quell. Jackson: Sergant Neilson, I'm inside, you were right it is sleeping. Dag (over radio): Good, you still got the tag kit with you? Jackson: Preparing the probe capsule now, Sir. Unzips equipment bag Dag: Make sure to get a good shot at the underbelly, once it's in you run like hell. Rifle setup Jackson: Projectile loaded, ready to fire in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Projectile shot, thunk in hide, download/beeping/data Dag: Getting the readings now. When you get back here come take a look at this. This is not your normal conception. This thing is literally being eaten alive from the inside! Monster grumbles in discomfort, rocks begin to crumble Jackson: I'm outta here! Runs out of cave
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04. Corruption at Conception Ovum on the horizon, the beginnings of life. Hope is answered with the sound of sinking teeth, locking jaws. Membrane aquiesce! Abandon futile resistance to relentless chaos, Entropy of the soul. Atavistic chromosomes mingle, a distinct genetic blend. Zygotic fusion, life and doom dissolve into one: Corruption at conception! The embryo burrows deep into lacerations, the razed uterine lining. The blastocyst forms among carcasses of vaginal flora. Entropy of the soul. An apocalyptic embryogenesis in utero, death is protected by life in an inevitable march towards extrauterine survival. Physiology for the hunt burgeons in amniotic stew. DNA methylation for primitive brutality and spite; evolutionary dissonance; silenced expression of empathy; biology for survival shattered in vitro. Corruption at Conception Data downloading and military base sounds, jets, choppers, etc Dag: So what do you make of this, Vlad? Vlad: This creature is ancient. I don't know, I've never seen this before. The results from your tracer reveal that whatever this thing is impregnated with, it's extremely volatile. We need to keep a close eye on this. Luckily, the UN has sent even more aide, but I'm not sure it will be enough. Jackson: What do we do now, Sir? Dag: We pray that thing doesn't make it out of the cave.
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05. Awake, Fetus The spark of life burns in this harbinger of tears, Homo sapiens behemoth child. Awake, fetus, and dream amniotic dreams of a murderous life to come. Violent reflexes take form as your body takes shape. Steel grows in your bones, terror in your heart. You shall pierce the artery that connects the worlds. Dimensions of life, parallel and not to touch, will feel your dread - armies, minions undead, bannerless, nameless, spread anarchy answered with greed. Screams echo in your sociopathic mind: wails of conquest, war, famine, death. Ignorant of history, memories yet made, and no mind for the future. A servant of oblivion, awake, fetus, and await the coming light. Bereft of warmth, none learned from the womb. An aberrant soul enters your mutated mind. Neurons fire, sensory awareness develops; endogenous sedation is for the sheep. Matricide, patricide, deicide, dimensional genocide; Awake, fetus, the light awaits your shadow. Vlad: Dag, relax man, let's have another cigar. I estimate about another year of pregnancy before we need to worry about the birth. We are on a UN paid vacation right now! Dag: Vlad, when this thing is born, the vacation's over, Soviet Research Control could be destroyed, the world will be thrown into chaos. I'm just glad I don't have kids. Radio crackle Jackson: (drunk) Hey! hey sarge! (belch) 'Tell Vlad I'm gonna babush his babushka! Dag: Hold on to your privates, Private! Vlad: You gave Jackson keys to the restricted section again? SRC will be shut down anyways because of your frat-boy party antics. Dag: Like you said, Vlad, relax, we're on vacation. Mission accomplished for now. Bleeping over Jackson's radio channel Jackson: Hey guys, is this red light from the tracer monitoring console supposed to be blinking? Dag: (scrambling out of chairs) Jackson, code red! Notify the division of possible hostile bogey on the move, suit up and meet us at the helipad! Vlad: (in Russian) You better not have drank my last bottle of vodka, Jackson, you fucker!
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Tracks 6-9 are the same as 2-5 but without interludes.

Monstrous death metal from Portland, OR. Join the combined US and Soviet research teams on an unforgettable adventure in this alternate reality. This demo follows the journey of sperm to egg among these newly discovered gargantuan beings. For fans of Vader, Behemoth and other thick, chunky, death metal.

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released January 6, 2017

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