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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]

I've seen some of 'em with guitars already. Don't think they'd be ready to handle Clementine, though.

Know where we can get some spares?

[blaxesabbath]

Haha, awesome!

Even if it ain't in the best shape, don't worry - I've given enough six-strings a good overhaul before. I'll make 'em sing.

[blaxesabbath]

(ooc: Haha, I just realized that they're both half-demons. IT MUST BE A DEMOGRAPHIC THAT REALLY LIKES METAL)

I don't like to brag, but I didn't earn the reputation of best roadie in the biz for nothing.

Brother, that's the plan. We gotta awaken the rock inside of everybody.

[blaxesabbath]

Ugh, don't ask. Last one I was with was this shitty band of posers who wouldn't know real metal if their "tween demographic" shoved it up their ass.

But then they got killed by a dormant god of the apocalypse and I got sucked back in time to a long-forgotten Age of Metal to fight demons, so that was pretty badass.

[blaxesabbath]

Eh, could be worse, right? At least this place has big fuckin' dragons.

[blaxesabbath]

Dragons are pretty metal, man. That's like one of the first laws of reality.

I'd rather be in a world with dragons than a world that did not have dragons in it.