Walken To The Cult
Walken To The Cult
Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis theme
NOTE:
This is inspired by the works of Fighting-Wolf-Fist and pays homage to vampire movies and folklore.
Disclaimer:
This story is mostly fictional so none of it is real, if you think it is real you are either insane or most likely are in need of a straitjacket, an enema, and another enema.
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Ever since I first became a fan of Christopher Walken, people had been wondering why I obsess over him so much - they think of me as some kind of crazy loon with a bizarre obsession rather than anything else. But I knew that somewhere out there are people who are equally as devoted as I am.
Even though Walken himself is not in favor of technology, I happened to come across a site known as the Walken’s Cowbell Cult, a cult dedicated to Chris Walken and his works, looking it up I found that there were various different sectors of this cult all over the world including the city I lived in. The cult was not like the Illuminati or those brainwashing cults, they were much nicer sounding.
I printed out the instructions on where to find the location of this cult before getting ready to head-off, I packed my things with me as long as my research papers. I ran through the city, searching every location until I came across the location of said cult.
The building looked like some classic gothic castle, like maybe out of Bram Stoker’s Dracula - it had several sculptures standing outside the doorway. I made my way to the entrance and carefully crept inside.
Inside, I found an assortment of Walken related artifacts including a tree of the dead, a golden cowbell and several Walken reportings. I picked up the reportings and read them before making my way towards the main area, there I saw - a whole convent of Walken Followers, males all looking and sounding like Walken himself and the females were all alluring female versions of the Hessian.
“Hello, i’m here to join the Walken Cult.”
“Greetings… Nathan.”
“How do you all know my name?”
“Master Walken has told us many stories about you and your interest in Walkenism.”
“As in Christopher Walken himself?”
“Yes...he owns this cult and runs it as the leader.”
“He does?”
“Of course and he loves all his Walkens and She-Hessians so much.”
“Walkens? You mean there’s more than one?”
“Well of course, anyone who is taken into Master Walken’s cult is turned into either a Walken or She-Hessian to help him spread the word to humans.”
“I like that… and would very much like to be part of his cult.”
“Master Walken has been saying for quite sometime, he’d like to have you as an apprentice or student to take after him. That way there can be two Christopher Walkens to lead us.”
“Is there anything I have to do? I mean usually there are tasks you have to do before being initiated into a cult.”
“Nathan, you don’t need to do anything apart from everything you have already done to help acknowledge the existence of this Walkenful cult. All you need now is for Master Walken to approve and you’re in.”
“Alright.. I can’t wait to see him.”
“He should be here any second now. He’s been out hunting and converting people into fellow Walkens, but he promised he would be returning any second.”
It just happened the Followers were right, Christopher Walken manifested himself before walking down the stairway in a graceful manner, he was clad in a very elegant robe that trailed down, very reminiscent of Gary Oldman in Dracula as well. He walked so elegantly it was almost enchanting.
“Master Walken! Nathan has arrived for his initiation into the Walken cult.”
“Nathan, it’s so good to see you. It’s been so long since we crossed paths.”
“It has.”
“What has happened to you since last?”
“Well Ariana sadly left me as a friend after I became corrupted and obsessed with trying to convert her into a She-Hessian but I have become very fascinated in Walkenism and have been studying it for a long time.”
“Ah yes, such impressive studies too.”
“You really think so?”
“You know how to use our techniques and to create a Walken army of your own. I am very impressed.”
“Coming from you, Chris - that means a lot.”
“Now I hear you wish to join the Walken cult - yes?”
“Oh yes.”
“Well...I have been meaning for quite a long time to have you as an apprentice. For years now I have been meaning to convert you into another me to help spread the word of Walkenism to the human world.”
“You have?”
“Yes. Tell me, when you go to sleep - do you dream of serving me and wanting to be like me?”
“Yes, Chris...I have. And..”
“...And you’ve been turned into me numerous times?”
“Yes.”
“And does the change feel good?”
“So good.”
“And do you wake up feeling disappointed that you are not me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you long to be rid of your human life and form and to be free to be as Walkenly as you desire?”
“Yeesss…”
“Do you often feel like you don’t blend in with humans?”
“Yes, oh so much.”
“Well then...you are definitely ready to become a part of the Walken cult.”
“Really?”
“All these things you’ve been experiencing a normal, because you always have been Walken in human clothing. Humans don’t understand us and they think we are frightening, but I am a very kind, genteel soul and humans adore my work - so this cult was created.”
“Do you approve?”
“Oh yes...I approve of you and your passion for Walkenism very much. You have already proven yourself to be a fine candidate.”
“I have done all the tasks you instructed me to do in order to spread the word to the humans. Is there anything left to do?”
“You’re just about ready for initiation, but there is one thing we always do before initiation...the conversion process, in this case I will be converting you into me so you can help me lead the cult.”
“Does it hurt?”
“The process of a human to Walken transformation only hurts if the victim resists or tries to fight it - which is against the conduct code of this particular cult.”
“I would never do that, being like you is my dream.”
“And it shall come true.”
I followed Chris to the Walkenization chamber which was decorated in an elegant manner, there was a large altar of sorts with Velventine carpeting and a lovely window which opened as to give a glimpse of the blood moon.
“This is beautiful…”
“And you shall be beautiful too.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I want you to lay down on the altar for me.”
“Okay master.”
“Relax, take a deep breath...and look into my eyes.”
“Yes..”
I obeyed him as I laid down on the altar, relaxed, took a few deep breaths and gazed into his hypnotic blue eyes, as I did - I fell into a trance-like state, all of my previous problems and issues melted away as I thought only of Walken and his wonderful Walken-like ways.
All of my troubles were a complete blur, all I cared about was Walken. I wanted to obey Walken, I wanted to follow him, I wanted to be Walken. I felt so relaxed that I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by him.
As I fell deeper into the trance-like state I started to groan slightly, but the groan sounded a bit lower and more hypnotic - almost kind of like a hypnotic growl. I looked up at Walken and growled to him.
“That’s it, relax...feel yourself becoming more relaxed and at home among the other Walkens here.”
“Master, I feel relaxed and at home. I feel like I belong here with the other Walkens helping you lead them.”
“Good...now...I want you to think like me, think Walken..”
I closed my eyes and concentrated as my mind slowly started to alter and shift, thoughts were becoming less human and more Walken-like, thoughts of singing, dancing, hunting and of helping Walken lead the cult - and of course cowbell. That sound echoed in my mind, instinctively I groaned a few more times - this time pining for cowbell as a fever came over me.
“Master...I feel strange..”
“What’s wrong?”
“I...well I shouldn’t say this because you’re probably sick of it, but...I have a fever..”
“This is normal. Because you are developing my instincts, this fever is merely your need for cowbell starting to take hold, as you change it will increase.”
“What do you think we should do?”
“More cowbell of course.”
“Yeessss….”
The need for more cowbell surely was taking hold of me, all I wanted to do was hear more of it - its soothing hypnotic melodic tinking sound and to embrace it, more cowbell was all I wanted. I wanted more, so much more. I was really starting to think like Walken now, desiring more cowbell and desiring it more than ever.
With each minute I was beginning to feel less human and more Walkeny. My stomach made a series of growling noises as my appetite shifted, human food and drink meant nothing to me, only blood and cowbell.
“Are you thirsty?”
“Yessss….I desire blood.”
“Fear not, for I have plenty of it for you, if you’re going to be like me - you’ll need plenty of blood and cowbell.”
Walken clicked his fingers as a chalice containing a mix of blood and liquified cowbell appeared in front of me, I growled excitedly - my ever Walkenizing mind becoming inquisitive, fixated on the chalice.
I reached for the chalice and happily lapped up the contents, the addicting taste increasing the trance and making me crave more of it. I gestured to Walken and growled softly.
“Mmooorrre…”
“There there, i’ll give it to you.”
“Master Walken? Will I be as wonderful as you?”
“Of course you will.”
“I can’t wait to follow you in your Walkeny footsteps.”
“Well then, let’s begin your transformation.”
I nodded as I stood up slightly, groaning slightly as a cracking sound was heard, that was coming from my legs as they slowly contorted, growing longer and thinner until they reshaped themselves to become Walken’s legs as the signature pale skintone slowly crept up them.
My jeans slowly ripped apart as my belt snapped off, the remains of my jeans reforming into a pair of elegant dark grey dress pants with a slick silver belt slinking around my waist, my waist and legs were now a little thinner and resembled Walken’s.
It was so blissful, I growled a little as my thoughts were shifting even further as more Walken thoughts took hold, all of Walken’s memories and thoughts being transferred into my mind and it felt really nice, to be honest I really enjoyed it. I wasn’t even concerned about what happened to my sneakers as they were being reformed into a pair of black dress shoes.
In the process the change progressed up to my upperbody starting with my arms, my arms slowly elongated and contorted to match my legs, becoming those of Walken as my fingers also shifted to become like Walken’s figures with the knuckles becoming more pronounced.
The pale skintone from before crept up my new arms as well as my back, shoulders, torso and chest as they slimmed down to become Walken’s to match my arms and legs, I groaned slightly as my shirt slowly ripped apart to reform into an elegant suit and jacket and I elevated from my normal height to 6’ft, which was Walken’s height.
From both the lower and upperbody I had Walken’s physique and lithe build, I couldn’t help but admire my changing form as more Walkeny instincts and traits slowly took hold of me, I had the urge to break out into a dance number and I absolutely craved cowbell - but yet, I was becoming ever so loyal to my master and I would do anything to help him spread the word of Walken to humans.
The pale skintone by this point had crept up to my neck and all of my skin imperfections faded away, my neckline elongating, growing longer and thinner as the pale skintone crept up my neck making it alter to become Walken’s neck. I growled slightly as my senses heightened and my strength and agility increased to inhuman levels.
My hair slowly prickled up as its color changed to a lighter sandy brown color with the hairstyle spiking up to resemble Walken’s as the pale skintone reached my face, my eyebrows thinned out and turned the same color as my hair, I now had Walken’s eyebrows to match my hair. My forehead elevated itself higher up as it shifted to become Walken’s forehead.
Walken’s hypnotic powers were working so well and I thought it was rather nice, I was looking more forward to joining the Walken cult now as my eye color shifted to an icy blue color with dark green inner rings, my eyes shifting to become narrower and slightly sunken just like his.
“Master….i’m becoming beautiful.”
“Why, yes you are… just like me.”
“Oh, master..”
I sighed as my nose altered in shape until it resembled his nose, my lips slowly thinned a little as the tips became pointed, the shape of my lips becoming crescentian as my cheekbones altered to become more pronounced, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken. My chin narrowed out as my jaw-line became more angular.
Examining my new body and features I now was looking like Walken himself as the shape and structure of my head shifted to be more brachy/mesoian in shape looking exactly like his, my features now fully resembling his. But my transformation wasn’t done yet.
My voice deepened, growing deeper and more distinctive, getting lower, gravelly, but very distinctive with a New York accent, a very calm and hypnotic tone as my speech patterns and mannerisms shifted to match my new appearance, becoming Walken-like - I growled happily at this change.
The last thing to change was my mind as all of Walken’s memories, thoughts, traits, instincts and mannerisms took over completely, I was no longer Nathan Forester...I was a Ronald Walken, but yet I was called Christopher professionally - or Chris, yes, that’s a perfect name for me. I was now completely transformed into an identical copy of Walken himself, with his mannerisms and everything.
“Perfect...how do you feel?”
“Oh so wonderful and Walkeny.”
“Welcome to the Walken’s Cowbell Cult, my fine young apprentice.”
“Thank you, master. You’ve made my dream come true.”
“You’re welcome. It is my job to make all Walkens at heart feel welcome here.”
“I hope we can teach some humans how to get in touch with their inner Walkens too.”
“Oh, I think we can. Put on your new Walken’s robe and we can go and spread the word of Walken to all humans.”
With that I put on the black robe Walken gave me and the two of us started spreading the word of the Walken cult to the human world, creating more Walkens in the process - it wasn’t long until I developed my Walken claws and fangs along with Hessian-like teeth needed for hunting. I felt at home with my new master Christopher Walken and the rest of the Walken cult.
No longer did people act weirded out by my devotion to Walken, in fact they were enamored by it and wanted to join in, luckily there is enough room in the cult for everybody.
If you’ve ever felt like people view you as strange or even a little scary, you might be a ‘Walken’ yourself, considering joining the Walken cult today - you get lots of blood and cowbell and you get to make lots of new friends and fellow Walken fans.
Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis theme
NOTE:
This is inspired by the works of Fighting-Wolf-Fist and pays homage to vampire movies and folklore.
Disclaimer:
This story is mostly fictional so none of it is real, if you think it is real you are either insane or most likely are in need of a straitjacket, an enema, and another enema.
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Ever since I first became a fan of Christopher Walken, people had been wondering why I obsess over him so much - they think of me as some kind of crazy loon with a bizarre obsession rather than anything else. But I knew that somewhere out there are people who are equally as devoted as I am.
Even though Walken himself is not in favor of technology, I happened to come across a site known as the Walken’s Cowbell Cult, a cult dedicated to Chris Walken and his works, looking it up I found that there were various different sectors of this cult all over the world including the city I lived in. The cult was not like the Illuminati or those brainwashing cults, they were much nicer sounding.
I printed out the instructions on where to find the location of this cult before getting ready to head-off, I packed my things with me as long as my research papers. I ran through the city, searching every location until I came across the location of said cult.
The building looked like some classic gothic castle, like maybe out of Bram Stoker’s Dracula - it had several sculptures standing outside the doorway. I made my way to the entrance and carefully crept inside.
Inside, I found an assortment of Walken related artifacts including a tree of the dead, a golden cowbell and several Walken reportings. I picked up the reportings and read them before making my way towards the main area, there I saw - a whole convent of Walken Followers, males all looking and sounding like Walken himself and the females were all alluring female versions of the Hessian.
“Hello, i’m here to join the Walken Cult.”
“Greetings… Nathan.”
“How do you all know my name?”
“Master Walken has told us many stories about you and your interest in Walkenism.”
“As in Christopher Walken himself?”
“Yes...he owns this cult and runs it as the leader.”
“He does?”
“Of course and he loves all his Walkens and She-Hessians so much.”
“Walkens? You mean there’s more than one?”
“Well of course, anyone who is taken into Master Walken’s cult is turned into either a Walken or She-Hessian to help him spread the word to humans.”
“I like that… and would very much like to be part of his cult.”
“Master Walken has been saying for quite sometime, he’d like to have you as an apprentice or student to take after him. That way there can be two Christopher Walkens to lead us.”
“Is there anything I have to do? I mean usually there are tasks you have to do before being initiated into a cult.”
“Nathan, you don’t need to do anything apart from everything you have already done to help acknowledge the existence of this Walkenful cult. All you need now is for Master Walken to approve and you’re in.”
“Alright.. I can’t wait to see him.”
“He should be here any second now. He’s been out hunting and converting people into fellow Walkens, but he promised he would be returning any second.”
It just happened the Followers were right, Christopher Walken manifested himself before walking down the stairway in a graceful manner, he was clad in a very elegant robe that trailed down, very reminiscent of Gary Oldman in Dracula as well. He walked so elegantly it was almost enchanting.
“Master Walken! Nathan has arrived for his initiation into the Walken cult.”
“Nathan, it’s so good to see you. It’s been so long since we crossed paths.”
“It has.”
“What has happened to you since last?”
“Well Ariana sadly left me as a friend after I became corrupted and obsessed with trying to convert her into a She-Hessian but I have become very fascinated in Walkenism and have been studying it for a long time.”
“Ah yes, such impressive studies too.”
“You really think so?”
“You know how to use our techniques and to create a Walken army of your own. I am very impressed.”
“Coming from you, Chris - that means a lot.”
“Now I hear you wish to join the Walken cult - yes?”
“Oh yes.”
“Well...I have been meaning for quite a long time to have you as an apprentice. For years now I have been meaning to convert you into another me to help spread the word of Walkenism to the human world.”
“You have?”
“Yes. Tell me, when you go to sleep - do you dream of serving me and wanting to be like me?”
“Yes, Chris...I have. And..”
“...And you’ve been turned into me numerous times?”
“Yes.”
“And does the change feel good?”
“So good.”
“And do you wake up feeling disappointed that you are not me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you long to be rid of your human life and form and to be free to be as Walkenly as you desire?”
“Yeesss…”
“Do you often feel like you don’t blend in with humans?”
“Yes, oh so much.”
“Well then...you are definitely ready to become a part of the Walken cult.”
“Really?”
“All these things you’ve been experiencing a normal, because you always have been Walken in human clothing. Humans don’t understand us and they think we are frightening, but I am a very kind, genteel soul and humans adore my work - so this cult was created.”
“Do you approve?”
“Oh yes...I approve of you and your passion for Walkenism very much. You have already proven yourself to be a fine candidate.”
“I have done all the tasks you instructed me to do in order to spread the word to the humans. Is there anything left to do?”
“You’re just about ready for initiation, but there is one thing we always do before initiation...the conversion process, in this case I will be converting you into me so you can help me lead the cult.”
“Does it hurt?”
“The process of a human to Walken transformation only hurts if the victim resists or tries to fight it - which is against the conduct code of this particular cult.”
“I would never do that, being like you is my dream.”
“And it shall come true.”
I followed Chris to the Walkenization chamber which was decorated in an elegant manner, there was a large altar of sorts with Velventine carpeting and a lovely window which opened as to give a glimpse of the blood moon.
“This is beautiful…”
“And you shall be beautiful too.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I want you to lay down on the altar for me.”
“Okay master.”
“Relax, take a deep breath...and look into my eyes.”
“Yes..”
I obeyed him as I laid down on the altar, relaxed, took a few deep breaths and gazed into his hypnotic blue eyes, as I did - I fell into a trance-like state, all of my previous problems and issues melted away as I thought only of Walken and his wonderful Walken-like ways.
All of my troubles were a complete blur, all I cared about was Walken. I wanted to obey Walken, I wanted to follow him, I wanted to be Walken. I felt so relaxed that I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by him.
As I fell deeper into the trance-like state I started to groan slightly, but the groan sounded a bit lower and more hypnotic - almost kind of like a hypnotic growl. I looked up at Walken and growled to him.
“That’s it, relax...feel yourself becoming more relaxed and at home among the other Walkens here.”
“Master, I feel relaxed and at home. I feel like I belong here with the other Walkens helping you lead them.”
“Good...now...I want you to think like me, think Walken..”
I closed my eyes and concentrated as my mind slowly started to alter and shift, thoughts were becoming less human and more Walken-like, thoughts of singing, dancing, hunting and of helping Walken lead the cult - and of course cowbell. That sound echoed in my mind, instinctively I groaned a few more times - this time pining for cowbell as a fever came over me.
“Master...I feel strange..”
“What’s wrong?”
“I...well I shouldn’t say this because you’re probably sick of it, but...I have a fever..”
“This is normal. Because you are developing my instincts, this fever is merely your need for cowbell starting to take hold, as you change it will increase.”
“What do you think we should do?”
“More cowbell of course.”
“Yeessss….”
The need for more cowbell surely was taking hold of me, all I wanted to do was hear more of it - its soothing hypnotic melodic tinking sound and to embrace it, more cowbell was all I wanted. I wanted more, so much more. I was really starting to think like Walken now, desiring more cowbell and desiring it more than ever.
With each minute I was beginning to feel less human and more Walkeny. My stomach made a series of growling noises as my appetite shifted, human food and drink meant nothing to me, only blood and cowbell.
“Are you thirsty?”
“Yessss….I desire blood.”
“Fear not, for I have plenty of it for you, if you’re going to be like me - you’ll need plenty of blood and cowbell.”
Walken clicked his fingers as a chalice containing a mix of blood and liquified cowbell appeared in front of me, I growled excitedly - my ever Walkenizing mind becoming inquisitive, fixated on the chalice.
I reached for the chalice and happily lapped up the contents, the addicting taste increasing the trance and making me crave more of it. I gestured to Walken and growled softly.
“Mmooorrre…”
“There there, i’ll give it to you.”
“Master Walken? Will I be as wonderful as you?”
“Of course you will.”
“I can’t wait to follow you in your Walkeny footsteps.”
“Well then, let’s begin your transformation.”
I nodded as I stood up slightly, groaning slightly as a cracking sound was heard, that was coming from my legs as they slowly contorted, growing longer and thinner until they reshaped themselves to become Walken’s legs as the signature pale skintone slowly crept up them.
My jeans slowly ripped apart as my belt snapped off, the remains of my jeans reforming into a pair of elegant dark grey dress pants with a slick silver belt slinking around my waist, my waist and legs were now a little thinner and resembled Walken’s.
It was so blissful, I growled a little as my thoughts were shifting even further as more Walken thoughts took hold, all of Walken’s memories and thoughts being transferred into my mind and it felt really nice, to be honest I really enjoyed it. I wasn’t even concerned about what happened to my sneakers as they were being reformed into a pair of black dress shoes.
In the process the change progressed up to my upperbody starting with my arms, my arms slowly elongated and contorted to match my legs, becoming those of Walken as my fingers also shifted to become like Walken’s figures with the knuckles becoming more pronounced.
The pale skintone from before crept up my new arms as well as my back, shoulders, torso and chest as they slimmed down to become Walken’s to match my arms and legs, I groaned slightly as my shirt slowly ripped apart to reform into an elegant suit and jacket and I elevated from my normal height to 6’ft, which was Walken’s height.
From both the lower and upperbody I had Walken’s physique and lithe build, I couldn’t help but admire my changing form as more Walkeny instincts and traits slowly took hold of me, I had the urge to break out into a dance number and I absolutely craved cowbell - but yet, I was becoming ever so loyal to my master and I would do anything to help him spread the word of Walken to humans.
The pale skintone by this point had crept up to my neck and all of my skin imperfections faded away, my neckline elongating, growing longer and thinner as the pale skintone crept up my neck making it alter to become Walken’s neck. I growled slightly as my senses heightened and my strength and agility increased to inhuman levels.
My hair slowly prickled up as its color changed to a lighter sandy brown color with the hairstyle spiking up to resemble Walken’s as the pale skintone reached my face, my eyebrows thinned out and turned the same color as my hair, I now had Walken’s eyebrows to match my hair. My forehead elevated itself higher up as it shifted to become Walken’s forehead.
Walken’s hypnotic powers were working so well and I thought it was rather nice, I was looking more forward to joining the Walken cult now as my eye color shifted to an icy blue color with dark green inner rings, my eyes shifting to become narrower and slightly sunken just like his.
“Master….i’m becoming beautiful.”
“Why, yes you are… just like me.”
“Oh, master..”
I sighed as my nose altered in shape until it resembled his nose, my lips slowly thinned a little as the tips became pointed, the shape of my lips becoming crescentian as my cheekbones altered to become more pronounced, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken. My chin narrowed out as my jaw-line became more angular.
Examining my new body and features I now was looking like Walken himself as the shape and structure of my head shifted to be more brachy/mesoian in shape looking exactly like his, my features now fully resembling his. But my transformation wasn’t done yet.
My voice deepened, growing deeper and more distinctive, getting lower, gravelly, but very distinctive with a New York accent, a very calm and hypnotic tone as my speech patterns and mannerisms shifted to match my new appearance, becoming Walken-like - I growled happily at this change.
The last thing to change was my mind as all of Walken’s memories, thoughts, traits, instincts and mannerisms took over completely, I was no longer Nathan Forester...I was a Ronald Walken, but yet I was called Christopher professionally - or Chris, yes, that’s a perfect name for me. I was now completely transformed into an identical copy of Walken himself, with his mannerisms and everything.
“Perfect...how do you feel?”
“Oh so wonderful and Walkeny.”
“Welcome to the Walken’s Cowbell Cult, my fine young apprentice.”
“Thank you, master. You’ve made my dream come true.”
“You’re welcome. It is my job to make all Walkens at heart feel welcome here.”
“I hope we can teach some humans how to get in touch with their inner Walkens too.”
“Oh, I think we can. Put on your new Walken’s robe and we can go and spread the word of Walken to all humans.”
With that I put on the black robe Walken gave me and the two of us started spreading the word of the Walken cult to the human world, creating more Walkens in the process - it wasn’t long until I developed my Walken claws and fangs along with Hessian-like teeth needed for hunting. I felt at home with my new master Christopher Walken and the rest of the Walken cult.
No longer did people act weirded out by my devotion to Walken, in fact they were enamored by it and wanted to join in, luckily there is enough room in the cult for everybody.
If you’ve ever felt like people view you as strange or even a little scary, you might be a ‘Walken’ yourself, considering joining the Walken cult today - you get lots of blood and cowbell and you get to make lots of new friends and fellow Walken fans.
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