>>5294552<span class="mu-s">Turn 25</span>
The band's name is <span class="mu-i">Brutal Necrophagy</span>. They are a bunch of rebellious, hateful kids with above-average talent for music. The meeting place is the house of the guitarist, in Chinatown. It's your first time in this district, and you're struck by how beautiful the environment is. The houses are well kept, with colorful facades, harmonious, round windows, and spotless pavement. It feels like you're visiting an entirely different nation, or even dimension. Everything that is touched by the precious Chinese race becomes blessed.
You enter the guitarist's house, which is where the jamming sessions are being held. You've bought a <span class="mu-i">Cort Action Junior Bass Guitar</span> as prop for the meeting.
"Nice to meet you lah," the guitarist says.
<span class="mu-b">"Me is goblin. Who is da vocalist?"</span>
The vocalist, a skinny Chinese kid, raises his hand. You lift your bass guitar above your head, and smash it on his head. For a moment, he stands still, as if frozen, then he falls on the floor. His comrades don't react. Your rats jump on him like hungry scavengers and kick his body.
<span class="mu-b">"Me is da new vocalist. Doez anyone have problem wiz dis?"</span>
The man on the floor is whimpering in pain. He sounds strange, a bit like an automaton. You gesture for the girls to take him away. They drag him by the feet and throw him outside the door.
<span class="mu-b">"Let da music begin."</span>
The musicians seems shocked by the scene they've witnessed, but the drummer hits the cymbals four time, and the others begins playing. The chords start atunal, then subtly evolve into an evil riff played on a Babylonian scale. You feel transported to a brutal and mythical land, more ancient than the Arabia of Muhammad, one that still communicated with the evil spirits of the desert and revered cannibalism as a form of tribal vigor. The prophet has been buried in Medina for 1300 years, his vile flesh has long been decomposed, yet lives in the heart of all the most savage men, and under his Baphomet form, is revered by crusaders and bankers. He's a true, splendid zombie emperor, who inspires every action of your daily life.
