Pine
smell-good badger
The first cavemen came back to their caves after a long day of hunting and gathering. While chilling in their old recliners, they couldn't help but to light a jay and pop Blizzard into the CD player. While listening to Ozzy's tenacious vocalization, they couldn't help but think of their existence. Why were they here on Earth? Where did they come from? Was there a higher power? Little did they know, they were merely in a world of mortals, right next to an apartment of non-mortals.
In fact, there was a higher power. This higher power lived amongst the heavens. This higher power created the universe, gave it light, gave it life, and gave it metal. This higher power, was God.
God was a simple, humble fellow. He worked a 9 to 5 job like most people, had a steady income with a nice house, beautiful wife, and his son Jesus Crowley Christ. Life was going well, and metal thrived throughout the world of the mortals.
Time moved to the Middle Ages. Kings and queens ruled the lands, witches were burned, and torturers listened to Iron Maiden before interrogating prisoners with iron maidens. In these times, there lived a great wizard named Sir Poppinkins. An evil wizard was he, and he too, was elderly. He did not like the racket spewing from the stereos and iPod docks of the peasants, and wanted to create a new music to counter the music of God. With a long drag of his hash pipe, Sir Poppinkins summoned Seven Demons from the depths of hell to create music to destroy the world. These demons were:
Madonness, demoness of the netherworld
Timberlocke, warlock of shadows
Lady Gara, queen of suffering
Spearsoh, warrior of blades and razors
McCartnar, general of the demon army
Jonas, evil magician with 3 forms
and Bieberzebub, the lord of the demons
Foolish with these actions, Poppinkins was quickly killed by the demons, and they quickly became masked under the identities of normal (well, mostly normal) human mortals.
The year is now 2012, and the demons are going to reunite at the VMA's for their ritual to destroy mankind. Their plan is not well prepared, for God too, has a trick up his sleeve. Giving his only begotten son to die for our music, God sent Jesus to shred the demons back to hell, melt the faces of the non-believers, and save the world. Armed with a satchel of Ernie Ball guitar picks, and a Jackson Rhoads Concord, he will save the world one lick at a time.
do you think this would make a pretty decent play?
In fact, there was a higher power. This higher power lived amongst the heavens. This higher power created the universe, gave it light, gave it life, and gave it metal. This higher power, was God.
God was a simple, humble fellow. He worked a 9 to 5 job like most people, had a steady income with a nice house, beautiful wife, and his son Jesus Crowley Christ. Life was going well, and metal thrived throughout the world of the mortals.
Time moved to the Middle Ages. Kings and queens ruled the lands, witches were burned, and torturers listened to Iron Maiden before interrogating prisoners with iron maidens. In these times, there lived a great wizard named Sir Poppinkins. An evil wizard was he, and he too, was elderly. He did not like the racket spewing from the stereos and iPod docks of the peasants, and wanted to create a new music to counter the music of God. With a long drag of his hash pipe, Sir Poppinkins summoned Seven Demons from the depths of hell to create music to destroy the world. These demons were:
Madonness, demoness of the netherworld
Timberlocke, warlock of shadows
Lady Gara, queen of suffering
Spearsoh, warrior of blades and razors
McCartnar, general of the demon army
Jonas, evil magician with 3 forms
and Bieberzebub, the lord of the demons
Foolish with these actions, Poppinkins was quickly killed by the demons, and they quickly became masked under the identities of normal (well, mostly normal) human mortals.
The year is now 2012, and the demons are going to reunite at the VMA's for their ritual to destroy mankind. Their plan is not well prepared, for God too, has a trick up his sleeve. Giving his only begotten son to die for our music, God sent Jesus to shred the demons back to hell, melt the faces of the non-believers, and save the world. Armed with a satchel of Ernie Ball guitar picks, and a Jackson Rhoads Concord, he will save the world one lick at a time.
do you think this would make a pretty decent play?
