BOG STENCHMARE

Bog says thank you to the existing and new Stenchers helping us on the march to 500. The muck maw is open, Bog is spewing, the Selector is riding the frequencies, and the Stenchmare Corps are assembling. #smashthegate #bogiscoming #stenchmarecorps #marchto500 CUTTHROAT (Bog review) https://bogstenchmare.blogspot.com/2026/08/bog-review-cutthroat-purge-ep.html The Selector - Seconds - Ch1 (Bog Lore) https://bogstenchmare.blogspot.com/2026/08/bog-lore-seconds-chapter-1-selector.html Theosophy (Bog Review) https://bogstenchmare.blogspot.com/2026/08/bog-review-theosophy-line-before-event.html Enemies Everywhere (Bog review)  https://bogstenchmare.blogspot.com/2026/08/bog-review-enemies-everywhere-my.html Bog Lore Transmissions https://bogstenchmare.blogspot.com/search/label/Bog%20Lore ⚠️ BOG TRANSMISSION LOCK-IN If you want direct sonic updates from Bog before the perimeter seals, drop your coordinates below. GET NEW POSTS BY EMAIL

Roarrrrrr!!! f*-c-k you weather!!!! This shit is where it's at! So, due to storms and extreme weather conditions in the Bog Lands, scribing was infrequent, then Bog heard CUTTHROAT'S  The Purge EP,  and an energy spike ignited! You know when hardcore hits, it just amps you up, there is no standing still, and CUTTHROAT  brings that vibe.  To be honest Stenchers, Bog shit the swamps hard.  With that said, Bog ventured out of the cave, stared up at the storms and said, "Nah bro, you ain't sparking my ass with ya stupid lightning bullshit" .  F-*c-k man, this is street ass grimy alleyway run through the gutter hardcore! It's like you are kicking trash out the way as you need to get to the show, and are on a short pass route to hit the venue on time. Sometimes, Bog just wants something as filthy as a shitty, soggy bags of half-eaten sandwiches on the street floor near Uncle Benny's. Bog was struggling to post transmissions, but the energy, flow, and tight con...

The Selector leaned over, riding the knee, then back to the center . He was holding the line and moving forward rapidly. His HUD displayed what was playing, ‘hard bass mix’. A crack of thunder sounded from the background, interrupting his listening. ‘Stop mix’, said the Selector, and the audio ceased. His head turned— nothing — but he knew he had only seconds.  ‘Shit’ , he thought. He recognized what the sound was , and it wasn’t the arrival of another storm that Bog had been enduring. ‘Bog’, said the Selector on comms, but there was no answer. Another chorus of thunderous booms disturbed the quiet night sky. No rain. Just the thunder sound shattering the reverie. ‘Bog, come in’, repeated the Selector on comms. Silence. ‘Seconds to decide’, the words playing in his mind like a looped mid-point in a track to work up a crowd on the ground for what would drop. He glanced back again, his cybernetic eyes scanning through his visor. 5 shapes were approaching fast. He calculat...