Someone once told me to not use the term "hillbilly" in my writing, because it's pejorative and insulting to the people of rural Appalachia. Well, two things about that: 1) I never presumed to only be talking about rural Appalachia, and 2) When you're discussing the hillbilly horror Sub-Genre, it seems clear that the least insulting part of this whole thing is the name. Somewhat more off-putting is the pervasive idea that people in the country are waiting for you to get lost on a road trip so they can eat your goddamn legs.
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It's just weird that for about 30 years now, there's been such a strong market for cousin-porking cannibals with severe social issues, right?
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It's just weird that for about 30 years now, there's been such a strong market for cousin-porking cannibals with severe social issues, right?
PADDLE FASTER
I hear banjos
I hear banjos
—A Memetic Mutation spawned from Deliverance
They believe everything this man tells them, especially when he suggests they turn left on the unpaved road for a shortcut. Does it ever occur to them that in this desolate wasteland with only one main road, it must be the road to stay on if they ever again want to use their cellphones? No. It does not. They take the fatal detour, and find themselves prey of demented mutant incestuous cannibalistic gnashing slobberers, who carry pickaxes the way other people carry umbrellas.
"Alien menace terrorizes trailer-trash rednecks!"
"It may have been only the second time I've killed someone, but it felt so DAMN GOOD. I think I was beginnin' t'see my true callin', so I done gave up farmin' n' moved into the city. In a place like that... well, who knows what kinda trouble an ol' redneck like me could get into?"
—Billy Ray Stillwell, Twisted Metal
