Vancouver - Cracktown 2:00 AM - A day has come and gone and still the signal has gone unanswered.And with a new twilight comes a new darkness. The city lights have all gone out and the moon no longer holds its reign over the nights sky. It's power usurped by some unforeseen power. It's cool pale light replaced with a ominous blood red glow that seems to deplete the city of its essence as if it were being taken straight from its very veins. Even "Jimmy Shake" Johnny ,the local crackhead, who believes himself to be a Unicorn (One of the most magical and powerful of all mythical creatures) seems frightened beyond repair. The city is dieing. It's limbs grow cold. A hero is needed but who will head the call. Who will rise up and fight. Who will rise up an say " Hey...Hey douche bag.......Go eat a bag of dicks!". The city waits... but for how long...
6 comments:
I don't wanna sound like a queer or nothing, but I think Unicorns kick ass!
"unicorns in cracktown"; i want to be in a band called that.
I'll join your band.
there will be 10 of us. we'll each play the triangle, except for hungry edward who'll play the lute, and we'll only do iron maiden covers.
you in?
Sweet Jesus yes im in. Except i get to be the mysterious font man that does the Bruce Dickenson hand gestures.
the hand gestures are integral to the success of the band. make us proud.
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