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| The beginning of The Demon Days | Started by: Tommo on May 04, '24 16:39 |
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On a dark foggy evening in The Loop, the pulsing heartbeat of music spilled from the crumbling facade of an old, abandoned house. The air was thick with the sound of partying, a party so outrageous it stretched beyond the very limits of the walls and broken windows. In the midst of this uproar stood Ketamine of Feel Good Inc, her presence as commanding as the bass that shook the ground. She turned to Tommo, her eyes alight with a wild challenge. "Keep this going, we need to spread this party even further” she urged, her voice barely rising above the noise. “Ok but I want I’m thinking something a little different something darker, weirder, but just as fun”. The perfect name came to him: Demon Days. It would be a gathering unlike any other, a sanctuary for every restless spirit lurking in the shadows of the world. This wouldn’t be just another crew; this would be an assembly of the night's most curious souls, drawn to the odd and the extraordinary. As the idea took shape, Tommo’s thoughts raced with the possibilities. Demon Days would be a beacon for the misfits and the outcasts, for those who danced on the fringes of society. Under his leadership, they would harness the peculiar magic of The Loops night, transforming it into a spectacle of the strange and surreal. The night air felt charged as he laid out his vision to the first few who would join him. His words painted pictures of nights filled with mystery, of a crew that would not just exist but thrive on the edge of reality. “We start tonight,” he proclaimed, his voice a mix of calm and passion, resonating with the certainty of destiny. The old house reverberated with renewed energy, each person a spark in the burgeoning fire of Demon Days. With Ketamine's backing and a world of untapped darkness to explore, few would dare to stand against them. As the meeting dissolved into the night, Tommo stepped out into the cool, misty air, the city lights flickering like distant stars—witnesses to the birth of a legend. With every step he took, the pavement seemed to hum with the thrill of the nights to come. Demon Days had risen; not merely to survive, but to transform the night into their domain, a place where every twilight was an invitation to the extraordinary. |
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