The sad tale of 15 year old Brandon Crisp, who ran away from home after his parents took away his XBOX gaming system, believing he had become addicted to the game Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare, has apparently ended today with the discovery of a body police believe to be Crisp’s:

The nearly month-long search for a teen who went missing after arguing with his parents over a video game ended in apparent tragedy Wednesday.

Hunters in an area northeast of Barrie found a body “pretty well believed” to be that of Crisp on Wednesday morning, within kilometres of his central Ontario home, police said.

No word if Crisp was An Hero, but the internet has already of course made that assumption. Either way, shit sucks for his folks, especially now that the internet hate machine is all over this story. On a semi-related note though, it kind of makes me want to try out Call of Duty 4. Must be a pretty badass game.

Here comes Guido Beach.

I’m sure some nice people come from New Jersey, but that’s way too many popped collars for my taste. The video is 7 minutes long, but well worth the watch.

But if you do, at least they’ll dance around in your blood and fuck with your corpse for awhile. At least that’s what seems to be the theme of their new video for “Inside the Fire” which opens with a suicide prevention PSA by frontman David Draiman, but then moves directly to a scene of some broad hanging herself, complete with sound effects. He then takes a minute to kick it with the corpse for awhile, while the rest of his band dances around in the blood, before Draiman himself gives becoming an hero a good college try, being saved at the last second by magically transporting himself into a looney bin. Kind of a fucked up concept but at they’re trying, I guess. I interviewed the band a few years ago and when guitarist Dan Donegan mentioned that the band was seeing “four and five-year old kids singing the lyrics to their songs at the shows” I asked him if he was ever worried that some of their subject matter, such as a video with people killing themselves, might be a little bit much for fans of that age to comprehend and he, needless to say, a little nonchalant:

“Like I said, everybody may have a different point of view, they may get the wrong message. We can’t really do anything about that”

Ha! And our parents thought it was bad when we listened to too much Dr. Dre and started calling each other “niggas” and our classmates “bitches.” Let’s see how kids raised on a steady diet of Disturbed end up during their teen years.