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Happy Birthday to Chiang Sheng! He would have turned 71 today. He was such a bright and vibrant person. His acrobatics were absolutely stunning. It was amazing how high he could get off the ground. Each move he made was graceful, as it looked like he was practically soaring through the air, like it came naturally to him. He could do so many amazing things when he picked up any weapon. It was as if he was hypnotizing you, as it was so entrancing to watch. Chiang portrayed such fun, joyous characters in such a wonderful way. A lot of them were adorable, but he never failed to give them aspects of human emotions that made them feel like real people. No matter what the character was like, he would always have such badass fight scenes. Even the few occasions where he played a villain were magical. He has never failed to amaze audiences. His years of learning Peking Opera always showed. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to see him actually performing Peking Opera at the school he attended. I am sure that there would have been a sense of mastery and jaw-dropping displays of his skill. It is exciting that he got to work in the movie industry, and he was able to share everything mentioned above with all of us, even so many years after the films had been made. He is truly a legend.

Chiang loved his job, and it has been said by quite a few of his friends that acting made him truly happy. I feel that it is not hard to imagine as you can see how much dedication and passion he puts into all of the films or tv series that he appeared in. He even worked as an assistant director on quite a few of the Venoms films. Each day, he got to work alongside some of his best friends, which included Kuo Chui and Chiang Sheng. They always say they were like brothers, but their bond was also visible on screen or in the camera. There is always a fondness between them whenever they were together. Chiang even loved to joke around with everyone, even though he was a bit more serious than his characters were. Lu Feng mentioned that he never held grudges or had a temper, but rather got along with everyone he met. He sounds like such a beautiful soul. I can imagine that it was lovely to be around him. On and off screen, he was a memorable personality that fans of martial arts cinema will never forget. I am so glad that I was introduced to the Venom Mob because I have grown to love and appreciate each one of them. Chiang was always someone that made me laugh or grin whenever I saw him appear on screen. I feel grateful that there are interviews available where people that knew him talk about him, so we can all get to know him better.

It's been a while since you called your dads, hasn't it? Or... maybe it's been a while since they called you. Try as you might however, they're not picking up. Every time you try calling it goes straight to voicemail, so naturally you get curious and go back to see if anything's wrong, right? As you get closer, somehow you... just know something's gone terribly wrong. You pick up the pace, hoping it's just a faulty connection, that they've gone on holiday and forgot to tell you, but the door to their home is open and carnage awaits you. They're in their bedroom, bodies laying together and it looks like they've been dead a few days, yet their blood is still fresh. It's all over your hands, your claws dripping with the gore of the two men who loved and cared for you so much.

Send my muse a nightmare! || Accepting!

The house is quiet as she shoves aside the already-ajar front door. It's the kind of quiet she only hears in the forest when all of the animals have run off: the silence preceding something dangerous… or the silence following a predator's kill. The soft waver of her “hello?” goes unanswered, and a search of the downstairs ends up fruitless. 

She turns her attention to the second floor, and only makes it to the second landing when she smells it: the overwhelming stench of blood. She bounds the rest of the way up the stairs, racing past the guest room and her old bedroom to get to the end of the hall. Dread forms a pit in her stomach, and it's only because she's clutching the door frame that she doesn't fall to her knees at the carnage that greets her.

Both men, eviscerated, lay on the bed like they hadn't even put up a fight. Tears blur her vision as she stumbles forward, a wail rising from her throat as she reaches the blood-soaked bedside. She wants to scream Who did this?, as if the cold air will give her an answer. But the pained words never leave her lips as her hands find her father's face… hands already drenched in blood and gore. She rips herself away, staring in shock as her hands start to shake. 

It wasn't her– it couldn't have been her, she'd never– !

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Senja awoke with a muffled sob, feeling the salt of tears on her face and on the torn pillow still in her talons. She sat up, clutching the shredded bedding as she sucked in a few calming breaths. It was just a dream. A nightmare. Her dads were fine back in Canada, she'd read the messages they'd left on her video just a few days ago. 

… That didn't keep her from digging her phone out of the covers and calling. Who cared if it was past midnight where she was, she wanted to make sure they were okay…