You call that music? [open]
Slobo walked into the sensoriums, and the room became a true blank slate, a white empty void. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He just was angry. His general nightmares had been unchanged, though he was remembering them with more frequency now. The thought of his own failure and how easily he had been taken down by Darkseid, the thoughts of Dream-Lobo mocking him...
Right now, he just needed to vent. He focused for a moment, and a set of awkward looking drums made out of oil barrels and saw-blade cymbals appeared. He sat down, and furiously began a solo to a song that didn't exist.
Sometimes, you just need to hit things. And the noise was nice. He continued his beat, eyes closed, trying to replicate Neil Pert as best as he could, slowly getting into the rythm to "Roll the Bones". The beat covered the room, and with his eyes closed, it would be nearly impossible for him to notice someone walking in.
Right now, he just needed to vent. He focused for a moment, and a set of awkward looking drums made out of oil barrels and saw-blade cymbals appeared. He sat down, and furiously began a solo to a song that didn't exist.
Sometimes, you just need to hit things. And the noise was nice. He continued his beat, eyes closed, trying to replicate Neil Pert as best as he could, slowly getting into the rythm to "Roll the Bones". The beat covered the room, and with his eyes closed, it would be nearly impossible for him to notice someone walking in.