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Track 006 -- wait it out until I know [VOICE]
I woke up this morning under the pretenses of having all my clothes on.
Hnnngh. Somewhat of a rare phenomenon... [ He may actually sound a bit perturbed by this. ]
SO.
Guess what I managed to get my grimy little grabbers on? El Diablo. My one and only true true true TRUER than true love. And all that rubbish.
She needs an amp though. ( Read more... ) -
Track 005 -- there's a monkey in the jungle, watching a vapour trail [BACKDATED TO EVENT: DAY 3]
[ After a desperate attempt to sooth his maddening alcoholism with Egon's trusty bottle of isopropanol, he feels a bit queasy.
It's not like he doesn't know he just guzzled a potentially lethal dose medicinal booze. Heavens no! He just gathers have 40 plus years of ingesting spoiled milk, rancid oatmeal, maggot-infested prime rib, crushed glass, ( Read more... ) -
Track 004 -- i ain't happy, i'm feelin' glad // ALL ACTION
1. [THE REMAINS OF 7136 BROOK STREET.]
[ One second, he's fuddling around with the dump of a phonograph the house has. Hes finding a plethora of horrible doo wop and rockabilly albums and... nothing of any value. Just as he's getting to the end of the rather limited selection of music... everything is suddenly gone. Not just gone.
Obliterated.
He's ( Read more... ) -
Track 003 -- the radio station disappears [ Backdated to Thanksgiving//EVENT ]
[ PHONE ]
Well look at that! A LOVELY holiday feast. Doing my best to starve the little shit who I'm supposed to call "son" here, which, mind you, wouldn't surprise me one bit. ANYHOW. He's having some trouble comprehending the "NO PETS" rule. Though I suppose I could always make an exception for eels... uhuhuhuh.
Er--WHERE WAS I? Oh. RIGHT. ( Read more... ) -
Track 002 --- fire coming out of a monkey's head
[Action 1: The backyard AND inside of 7136 Brooks Street]
[ Murdoc's in the back yard, finishing off whatever the most recent alcoholic beverage he could find is. As he begins to head up the back porch's steps, he pauses. Looking down between where the lawn and the steps meet, he sees some... colorful fungus. Oooh.
Oh yes. He's on this.
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TRACK 001 --- call the mainland from the beach
Hnnngh. Sweet Satan's tits. What's all this, then? Must've been some helluva show... hangover ain't even that bad. Just the average ordinary migraine. Ergh--guuuh. RIGHT.
HULLO there, ladies and germs! Murdoc Niccals here. You know. That one bassist from that one band. Or more specifically, the most notoriously BRILLIANT bassist in history ( Read more... ) -
HMD/CONCRIT
Augh. I should have posted this before I did the massive friend add. Apologies for spamming up your pages guys.
Regardless, HMD HERE.
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