(11/21/2024)

November 1st, 2024, we came back.

It all started when some creep found our videos on the web and decided to find us in person too. Is that what we get for taking a late night trip to blockbuster? We didn’t even get to make it home to watch the damn tape, thanks to that total freakshow. All we can remember is being, like, dragged on our backs into his massive ford truck bed and arriving at what must have been a forest. From there we were totally bludgeoned, blacked out for sure. We're usually fans of being spanked but this was next level. We can only assume he, like, ripped us apart after that, I mean we woke up in pieces, Livs head was missing, I’m still yet to find my molars.

After we pulled ourselves together, we headed straight for our old place. The new owners totally ruined our vibe when they redecorated. It was mortifying seeing our home covered in the most nauseating shade of grey, they even took down our beaded curtains! Major bummer. At least our fence was still in decent shape, it held us up while we were climbing over it. We found exactly what we were looking for in the backyard because we marked it. So we got down and dug away at the dirt, totally ruining our already rotten nail beds. Cuticles out the window. We dug and dug until we grabbed the bag we buried back in 99’. It was covered in worms and bugs and litter and soil. We tore it open to reveal our prized possessions, the master copies of our horrifying, chillingly hot tapes. What a freakin miracle that they weren’t busted up or chewed on by moles or something. There was only one thing we knew we needed to do with these tapes. Hide them for the public to find, at an adult video store. We didn't know what would become of them after that.

Of course like only the coolest folks would find them there, we were sure. We walked in wearing ski-masks and no one even batted an eye. It was so strange, I can't even put it into words, is no one bothered anymore, or what? Anywho, we shoved the tapes beside a shelf that held only bondage-y freaky stuff because duh that's where we fit in. Then we waited.

We knew we needed to get back online somehow and connect with those that dearly missed us while we were gone, so we did just that. To our surprise, our old domain crashed out because it was now considered ancient. filthrising.net needed a revival, so we hit the local thrift store and found some old tech we could contact you from.

We’ve ruled out aliens and cyborgs as our cause for resurrection and logically decided that it’s the moon's fault. I mean it was a new moon the night we rose, and it was a full moon the night we died. We're super glad to be back, we have lots to share. Expect some new stuff once we get the modern day internet figured out. Until then, take a look around, enjoy what you see, and remember to stay filthy.

‒ Liv & Mal ♡