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[blaxesabbath]

[Today, Camp, you may notice a very dedicated roadie hard at work hammering together a stage, winter weather be damned. He's already made a good amount of progress, now working on getting the lighting scaffolding up.

...where the hell did he get the tools?]

[And where the hell did he get all those amps?]

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[blaxesabbath]

[He's got some screws in his mouth, his hands busy holding two pieces of metal together]

[Mumbled] Hy pal, mnd hndin me that pwr drill? [There is, in fact, a power drill on the stage by Dante]

[blaxesabbath]

[Catches it, and begins screwing them together]

Nah, no shows scheduled yet.

But we didn't even have a proper stage, man. I think there's a law against that, and if there's not there should be.

[blaxesabbath]

Heh. Man, we're gonna change that. There's some kids here who wanna learn how to shred, right? We're gonna harness that. We're gonna heat this winter up with the power of rockin' the fuck out.

[blaxesabbath]

Haha, hell yeah!

I say we teach the new generation the glory of metal, right?

[blaxesabbath]

How's a diet of Priest, Maiden, and Sabbath sound to you? Y'know, for starters.

[blaxesabbath]

I think we could swing that.

Zeppelin?

[blaxesabbath]

Heh-heh. Sounds like you and me got a few things in common.

Name's Eddie. Eddie Riggs.

[blaxesabbath]

Yeah. Looks like this place needs its metal soul stirred up stat.

I say we hold a rock-off. Get some of the talented kids to strut their stuff.