Actress - Hazyville

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With a jolt, you are woken. Your eyes burn. You are lying prone in this wasteland. Your brain goes into overdrive, doing a diagnostic of the situation. It takes a moment for your eyes to register their surroundings. Forms eventually take shape into recognizable landmarks on the terrain.

You life yourself off the dry, cracked ground and dust yourself off. Your tattered clothes and lack shoes are the first thing you notice about yourself. Behind you is the pit. You have no recollection of making your way out of it, but you are glad you are no longer left to rot down there.

Looking ahead you see a door to a small, rusted over shack. With a knock at the door, you attempt to gain the attention of anyone who might be present. After a few attempts, you give up and walk back a bit to gain a better of view of where it is you currently are. Small, sheet metal buildings greet your vision. You realize you are in a shantytown of sorts. A dilapidated sign. 'Hazyville'.

Sounds of static surround you. These sounds are unfamiliar. They are loud. Buzzing. High frequency snarls and snaps invade your brain and form new connections within. It is then you notice the monolithic radio towers in the distance. They are unlike anything you have ever seen. They stretch miles upward, with no sign of a top. Could this be what you are hearing? You don't recall being able to hear radio waves, but you wouldn't be surprised.

The shantytown now looks different as well. It looks oddly futuristic, even for what appeared to be such a desolate state of society.

You do a 180 and face opposite the towers. The sight of a large, metallic city comes into view. Lights flash and swing across the sky above the city. Suddenly, with boom, an engine can be heard. A spiked vehicle approaches with great intensity and makes a stop in front of you. The door opens and you get your first sign of possible life. Or do you? Behind the wheel of the vehicle is a machine. It points to you and then points to the seat behind it and then points to the city. It seems to be asking if you want a lift. You think briefly, and accept the machine's offer.

Miles go by. You are on your way towards civilization as you hear the booming thuds draw ever closer.

Calories: 331.4
Distance: 2.56mi

Andy Stott - Merciless

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How far down can you fall before you hit rock bottom? How much can your life be mutilated before you don't like what you are looking at? How does one fix something that was never not broken?

Pushed as far downward as you feel you could go, you stand before yourself in this pit. This consuming pit. Emotions stretched thin. Desires ceased meaning. Hopes lost. Thrown into a seemingly endless downward spiral, life becomes nothing more than a series of pointless events. So is the journey. Coping mechanisms fail to maintain themselves over this arduous time one has. And life crumbles. You attempt to keep yourself busy. Occupied. Motivated. This only lasts as long as you allow it to. Soon motivations crumble too, and everything falls apart. You are at the bottom of the pit. A lifeless husk.


Ỉ̏ͬͣͯ͌͏̩̞̙Ś̝̤̃͋̎ ̱̩̝̯̱̥̦̇I̢͓̰̟̖ͅT̻͔͎͎̪̯ ͈ͦT̳̙̥̓̇ͣͦͩͯ̾ͅH̰̼̥̰̠̘̥̏̈͆ͦͭ̓E̹͔͋͌̅ͦ͟ ̱̌͂ͨ̏ËN̝̭̺͙̯͉̅̔̍̒̇̓D̫͑͑̉̀ ̙ͤT̥͈̜̝̝̩̊̍̽̉́H̛͍͈̲͋ͥ̈ͥ̓́O̗̼̬͊̀U̼̤̳̪͗̌̍̀̚͜G̛ͦ̒ͯ̐͋H̛̲͍̹͔̟͉́?̛̈


No. There is a pulse. A slow, churning pulse. A pace is kept up. Slowly building upon each variation of itself, it continues. It doesn't lift you out of the rubble you currently reside in, though. Only keeps you going. Only allows you to wallow in this dread you have exhumed over the years of loathsomeness. You are not dead, though. The pulse remains.

Crash. Light breaks through. You are illuminated. This light shows you what you are. What you have become. It shows you just how long you have been in this pit of desolateness. You are pale. Weak. Nothing.

Then the warmth comes through. It begs you to return. To try again. To make everything right again. Its outstretched hand is shown to you, hoping that you take it in yours. It knows another opportunity is not likely, so it offers you mercy.

Your past misgivings have made you cynical. You think nothing can fix you. You think life is merciless. Why should you take this offer? What good could come from taking it? What do you have to prove to it? You ask yourself these questions before your mind goes blank. You reach forward and put your hand into the warmth and pull yourself out of the wreckage.

A new beginning.

Calories: 380.8
Distance: 3.00mi

Matthew Dear - Leave Luck To Heaven

As far as techno musicians go, Matthew Dear is definitely a personal favorite. The overall styling has a bit of minimalistic flare with a dash of microhouse. While it comes in a bit on the long side, Leave Luck To Heaven's thumping bass lines mixed with Dear's ghostly vocals really make for an aurally exciting experience while simultaneously pushing the album forward at a brisk a speed. These all add up to a very admirable workout environment that is both complex and inviting.

Calories: 423.3
Distance: 3.31mi