var marionetti = [
{"type":"marionetti","title":"Tritonus Satan","body_value":"<p>It was the coldest fucking winter in decades, and the dark earth was covered with ice. Satan knew in his infinite that his Time of Ultimate Darckness was near. He left the Dungeon and called his twisted minions to him. The dissonance of Satan’s call was shaking the earth and a massive glacial spike scorched through the grounds of the so called holy land, straight in to a daemonic prison cell where Tritonus had been sent to eternal torment for his unspeakable sins against man- and animalkind. Tritonus used this chance to escape his eternal torment and climbed his way to earth's surface. Stumbling in the cold wastelands Tritonus found an open hatch, and he went in and saw Satan himself along with his minions. Satan welcomed Tritonus to the Dungeon, and said: \"Thou shalt be Tritonus Satan.\".<\/p>\r\n<p>Tritonus was knighted and imbued with Satanick powers and unbelievable professionality. Satan had made him a part of this army against everything holy called Saatanan Marionetit. Thus begins the story of Tritonus Satan… and the world shall never be the same!<\/p>"},
{"type":"marionetti","title":"Jui Satan","body_value":"<p>Born under the Satanic Darkness of the dark December moon Jui Satan is a restless soul. For years he was wandering on this cursed plane until one day Satan Himself grabbed him and took him to the darkest pits of Hell. There Jui Satan received inspiration on corrupting the minds of the weak and torturing the ears of the pure.<\/p>\r\n<p>Armed with his Strings Of The Eternally Damned and his amp that goes to 20 he is an ultimate weapon for Satanic Destruction, reaping through the vortex of the void and raping all the innocent minds with his Satanic sub-sonic howling.<\/p>"},
{"type":"marionetti","title":"Raato Satan","body_value":"<p>It was a dark and a stormy night. Forest was dark and no sound was to be heard. No one could fear what was happening. Suddenly, one satanic scream broke the silence. Something was moving. It was moving fast. It disappeared...<\/p>\r\n<p>After a while stench was unbearable. And then, stench took a form. It looked like a undead corpse. And the corpse was holding something. It looked like a guitar. And the guitar was making a horrible noise. No living being could survive the awful smell. And the noise would make their ears sacrifice themselves.<\/p>\r\n<p>That creature took a form. It was obviously an unholy creature. It had to bear a name... And the name was Raato. Raato Satan.<\/p>"},
{"type":"marionetti","title":"Nirz Satan","body_value":"<p><strong>Instrument<\/strong>: Keyboards of Cacophony, Kazoo of Killage, Tambourines of Tempest, Violins of Violence and Synths of Satan.<\/p>\r\n<p>On a dark, stormy autumn night in the early 80's a boy child was born under the stars above. Little did people know then of the abysmal brilliance the child was to achieve in the form of playing keyboards, summoning howls of the infernal lords themselves through his instrument. Together with Jui Satan these audio anomalies were put to use to combat mild polite correctness and the judeo-christian hypocrisy. As one of the founding members of Saatanan Marionetit, Nirz Satan continues to contemplate the True Being of the allness and nothingness, while at the same time praising the dark lord and being overall extremely professional.<\/p>\r\n<p>His sinister artistic doctrines and the 15-year old, long ago murdered and since forgotten gothic girl living inside his twisted and deranged mind have recently started spewing forth even more and more sadistic tones of murder for the body and soul. These dark symphonies are just a prelude for nightmares to come, as the infamous Lords of the Seven Hells are preparing their descent to the land of mortals. The new extatic beginning is nigh!<\/p>\r\n<p>The desire for more and more Tears of Satan (see <a>Masturbation<\/a>) drives him onwards to his dark and gloomy fate, which seems to include most satanick and evilest musical forms of art and endless nights in the dark forest of the twighlight zone. Crouching behind his synthesizers which have been blessed by the great Vapula, amidst a dark jungle of cables filled with souls of the stillborn, he is waiting. He is waiting for the inevitable obscure fate that awaits us all, the final days to come beneath the burning flames of heaven.<\/p>"},
{"type":"dismembered","title":"Jatz Satan","body_value":"<p>In the beginning there was blackness of the Void. Then Satan decided, that there must be something evil. He created Porn.<\/p>\r\n<p>From a remote outpost of Hell came a dark figure. He was a drunken Satanick truck driver with a shadow over his soul: he had most evil bribes for the chosen choir of Lucifer. Also, he was created from Pårn's left rib-bone. The figure had decided to invade the Dungeon and join the darck forces living there bringing gifts of lust, sloth and decay. But, as everyone knows, nobody can ever invade the Dungeon, because it is occupied by the unholiest of the most Unholy, so he tried bribes instead: he threw inside porn magazines and sleazy movies of Satan. It worked and Satan smiled upon him.<\/p>\r\n<p>Besides porn he had a talent of hitting drums like he were utterly insane, which is actually not very far from the truth, as he had just escaped from an Asylum, where he had received electric shocks directly into his brain which made him piss into exhaust pipes of a truck. The band had no other choice but to let this mysterious figure join the legion of Saatanan Marionetit and continue his darck rituals with them.<\/p>"},
{"type":"marionetti","title":"Sur Satan","body_value":"<p>A lonely man, in a lonely room, eating his stale bread and weeping tears of alcohol.<\/p>\r\n<p>Lo and behold, in front of him, an object most unholy, a container of rotten milk. A voice most peculiar, from the graves of everything that is good and positive, called his attention. The whispers spoke to his ear: Be Evil. And the calling was heard.<\/p>\r\n<p>The miserable man was reborn as Sur Satan, the destroyer of all and everythings.<\/p>\r\n<p>Since this black revelation from the vortex of the void, he sought out kindred souls wandering the dark paths of misanthropy and in the eve of the thrice-damned corpse god's birthday he found his place wielding the Mighty Arms of Destruction behind Saatanan Marionetit's drums. Since then, everything has been a drunken haze.<\/p>"}
]
