The Nightly Storyteller Chronicles Presents: Army of Darkness

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Monologue

The night smelled like smoke, cilantro, and gunpowder.

The tacos wouldn’t shut up—arguing with each other, their voices bouncing around the room like a bad mariachi band. One crunched with every word, the other dripped grease onto the floor, sizzling like acid.

The necklace pressed cold against my chest, its voice sliding into my mind.

"You think this is funny? You think survival is a joke? I chose you, and you are not ready."

The tacos fired back:
"Ignore the shiny creep! We’re the only friends you need, filled with beans, cheese, and eternal wisdom!"

I gritted my teeth. Hunger and madness tasted the same tonight.


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Movie Review – Army of Darkness (1992)

Sam Raimi’s Army of Darkness takes the Evil Dead franchise and throws it into a blender of horror, slapstick, and medieval chaos.

Ash Williams (Bruce Campbell) lands in the Middle Ages, armed with a chainsaw and his “boomstick,” tasked with retrieving the Necronomicon. Naturally, he screws it up, unleashing a skeleton army. What follows is equal parts battle epic, horror spoof, and Three Stooges routine.

The film works because Campbell is all-in—his over-the-top bravado, sarcastic quips, and physical comedy turn Ash into one of horror’s most enduring icons.

While it leans heavier on comedy than horror, Army of Darkness delivers nonstop fun, unforgettable one-liners, and some of the most inventive practical effects of its era.

If you’ve ever wanted skeleton armies, chainsaws, castles, and slapstick bloodshed all in one movie—this is your feast.


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Tidbits

Raimi intentionally mimicked Ray Harryhausen’s skeleton effects as a tribute to Jason and the Argonauts.

Bruce Campbell spent weeks choreographing slapstick fights against “invisible” skeletons.

The studio forced a happier ending—Raimi’s original had Ash waking up in a ruined, post-apocalyptic world.



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Did You Know?

The working title was The Medieval Dead. Universal said no, but fans never forgot it.

Army of Darkness had the biggest budget of the series at around $11 million.

The movie’s most famous line—“This is my boomstick!”—is still shouted at conventions and quoted in games, comics, and even military training.



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The Storyteller Chronicles

Tobito and the Refried Avenger stumbled into the room like they had just walked out of a late-night taco truck. The smell of beans, cheese, and fried shells mixed with the damp stone walls of my house.

“How did you even get here?” I asked.

Tobito grinned, holding up a jagged piece of glowing metal. “With this shiny thing. Don’t ask me how it works, but it did the job.”

Val folded her arms. “I’ve seen monsters tear apart the night. I’ve seen you change. And yet somehow… this is the most unbelievable thing.”

Before I could respond, the ground trembled. Heavy steps echoed, and two figures emerged from the shadows:

Korrath of the Stonepine Clan, a towering Bigfoot whose silver-streaked fur smelled of pine and wet soil.

Ravann of the Dawnfang Clan, a humanoid lion with golden eyes that gleamed like firelight. His mane shifted with every breath, radiating authority.


Their voices boomed—not in my mind, but in the air, deep and raw.

“You have done much,” Korrath rumbled, bowing slightly to Val. He held out a pouch of gold that clinked like church bells. “This is for your courage.”

Ravann handed her a folded scrap of parchment. “An address. A place where gold may be traded for your coin.”

Val’s voice shook. “Thank you… but what I really need is a place to live.”

I exhaled. The words surprised me as much as anyone. “My house. Stay here. Move my things into the basement. It’s yours.”

Her eyes softened, gratitude etched into her face. “Thank you.”

A portal crackled open, its light stinging the air with ozone. Val smiled once more, then vanished into it.

Korrath’s gaze fell on the tacos, still arguing in the corner. “What… are those?”

I sighed. “Tacos. They don’t belong here.”

Ravann turned to Tobito. “And how did they arrive?”

Tobito held up the shard.

The two warriors exchanged a glance, then extended their hands. Sparks surged, opening a swirling portal. The air snapped like a storm.

“You may return,” Korrath said. “But the shard must remain here.”

Tobito nodded, clapping my shoulder. “Stay strong, hermano. Even when the night feels endless, you’re tougher than you know.”

The Refried Avenger added, pointing dramatically, “And remember, even the softest taco can survive the crunch!”

They stepped into the portal. It sealed behind them with a thunderous clap.

The shard dropped to the floor, pulsing. I picked it up. It burned into my skin, then dissolved into the scarab on my chest, the hum of it echoing like another heartbeat inside me.


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Closing

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