Her har vi en liten sånn sjangerkjennetegn greie. Noen av sjangrene fikk jeg ikke med meg i pollen, men det er sikkert ikke så viktig.
This is the situation: There is a beautiful princess trapped in a castle watched by a dragon. Here is the end of the story by the different metal heads:
Power Metal:
The protagonist arrives riding a white unicorn, escapes from the dragon, saves the princess and make love with her in an enchanted forest
Trash Metal:
The protagonist arrives, fight the dragon, saves the princess and fuck her......easy
Heavy Metal:
The protagonist arrives on a Harley Davidson, kills the dragon, drinks some beers and fucks the princess
Folk Metal:
The protagonist arrives with some friends playing accordions, violins, flutes and many more weird instruments; the dragon fell asleep(by all the dancing) Then all leaves.. Without the princess..
Viking Metal:
The protagonist arrives in a ship, kills the dragon with his mighty axe, cook and eat it, rape the princess to death, robs the castle and burn the entire place before leaving..
Death Metal:
The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon, fucks the princess and kills her, then leaves...
Black Metal:
The protagonist arrives at midnight, kills the dragon and impales it in the front of the castle, then sodomize the princess, drinks her blood in a ritual before killing her.. Then he impales the unvirgin princess..
Gore Metal:
The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon and spread its guts in the front of the castle, fucks the princess and kills her.. Then he fucks again her dead body, slash her belly and eat her guts, then he fucks the carcass for the third time, burn the corpse and fuck it for the last time.
Doom Metal:
The protagonist arrives, sees the size of the dragon and thinks that he never could beat it, and then he gets depressed and commits suicide.. .The dragon eat his body, and the princess as well.. End of the sad story..
Progressive Metal:
The protagonist arrives with a guitar and plays a solo for 26 minutes. The dragon kills himself of the boring act. The protagonist arrives to the princess´ bedroom, plays another solo with the techniques and tunes learned in the last year of the conservatory.. The princess escape looking for the "Heavy Metal protagonist"
Glam Metal:
The protagonist arrives, the dragon laugh of the guys appearance and let him enter.. He steals the princess´ make-up and tries to paint the castle in a beautiful pink colour...
Og denne:
What kind of metal-guy are you?
Black Metal
Churches burst into flame at your passing.
Classic (Heavy) Metal
Every article of clothing you touch turns to leather. All vehicles you touch turn into Harleys.
Death Metal
Plants die in your presence.
Doom Metal
Everything within fifty feet of you turns grey and spontaneously ages about 50 years, seemingly without explanation.
Grind Metal
You blitz through every task given in about 30 seconds, no matter how inappropriate. High stress and premature ejaculation are recurring problems.
Progressive Metal
The instant you do or say anything, people fall asleep from boredom.
Nu-Metal
Whenever you have lunch money, other metalheads instinctively flock to you and to take it from you after they beat you up.
Power Metal
You actually try to threaten someone with a sword duel or magic spells. And it works.
Trash Metal
You can permanently stain white clothes just by looking at them.
Glam Metal
Divine of Pink Flamingos fame is your hero.
Gore Metal
You were rejected for jobs at a slaughterhouse, a funeral home, a mortuary, a taxidermy studio, and an illegal cagefighting venue because all of your prospective employers thought you were "too enthusiastic."
Hair Metal
Live free, die young, leave a beautiful corpse. Also, your hairstyle has reached such magnitude that it is now legally recognized as a sovereign nation.
Speed Metal
You break everything you touch, and your body cannot handle any beverage lower than 200 proof.
Shred Metal
You perform all your tasks at great speed, but it's all just show. In reality, it takes you just as long to get the same amount of work done. You quickly burn yourself out, but never admit it, leading to some rather embarassing stories about your love life.
Viking Metal
Christians, Slaves, and Celts flee at the sight of you. You always travel with other Viking metalheads in groups you refer to as "raiding parties" and "pillage" the supermarket for a snack/beer run ritualistically.
Dette burde gi dere en bra oversikt.

"Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice. I choose my own destiny."