Electron Bleed

gutsanduppercuts:

Ladies and gents, this is Hugo Tronche. Hugo won the “King of Self Defense” tournament last year in the “professor” category. He’s a Pencak Silat teacher and he’s an absolute beast.

I don’t typically like choreographed demonstrations (which I assume this is), but look at how Tronche moves. Whether it’s empty handed, with a baton or even with a knife, he moves fast and shockingly accurate.
Remember, this is self defense. It’s not meant to look tidy. He goes for the vitals and puts his opponent down in seconds. He doesn’t stick to punches. His attacks are a combination of kicks, punches, downs and locks. It’s a flurry and enough to fuck up any potential attacker.

It’s gritty, rough and real. If you can disarm someone, punch them in the face, kick their groin and then put them in a choke, all within a few seconds, they’re done for.
I’m not saying we can all be this good but it certainly emphasizes the importance of martial arts when it comes to defending oneself.

oldgamemags:

EDGE Magazine #70, April 1999 - Review of Silent Hill, garnering an 8 out of 10.

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vgjunk:

Alien Syndrome, NES.

vgjunk:

Alien Syndrome, NES.

junxyard:

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aplacebothwonderfulandstrange:

This movie rules.

I once bought tickets online to what was listed as The Hidden starring Michael Nouri and Kyle Maclachlan from the year 1987 with a plot synopsis that matched.  “Cool! Some film programmer at the local multiplex decided to show one of my favorite movies ever!” I thought.  I convinced my wife and my visiting sister to come with me; they didn’t want to go, but I bribed them with a trip to the local waffle house.  We get to the theater, take our seats, and… SOME OTHER GODDAMN MOVIE CALLED “THE HIDDEN” starts.  I stormed out of the theater, got my fucking money back and got exchange tickets to another movie playing that my wife & sister wanted to see: the Guy Ritchie version of “Sherlock Holmes.”  BARF

aplacebothwonderfulandstrange:

This movie rules.

I once bought tickets online to what was listed as The Hidden starring Michael Nouri and Kyle Maclachlan from the year 1987 with a plot synopsis that matched. “Cool! Some film programmer at the local multiplex decided to show one of my favorite movies ever!” I thought. I convinced my wife and my visiting sister to come with me; they didn’t want to go, but I bribed them with a trip to the local waffle house. We get to the theater, take our seats, and… SOME OTHER GODDAMN MOVIE CALLED “THE HIDDEN” starts. I stormed out of the theater, got my fucking money back and got exchange tickets to another movie playing that my wife & sister wanted to see: the Guy Ritchie version of “Sherlock Holmes.” BARF