NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: To those from the signup thread, you know who you are; perform at will. This is really ViZion's thread, I just wanted to get things moving. Hope you're not offended, dude. His rules: post when you are ready, no more than four songs TOTAL, not per band. I believe he's working on organizing the judging. So. Enjoy yourselves! Oh, and ViZion, had to RP some of the IC into for you for this to make sense; very sorry about that...if you want me to change any of it, say the word.

IC: The crowd in Vitalia's massive International Stadium, constructed for the week-long festival that was about to begin, thundered restlessly as camera-bearing cranes swept over them, taking establishing shots for the dozens of "Live in Vitalia" albums that would no doubt come from the event. Two million souls, some sober, most drunk, all ready for the greatest music event in history. More bands were attending the International Battle of the Bands than any other concert; a seven-day parade of cacophony and debauchery. Helicopters swooped overhead and the crowd roared as the first act took the stage...

Hudson, Central Prestonia

The band had just finished its final Live Aid 2007 performance at its last venue, and were running out of the anti-Catholic tunes for which the Mary Rapers were famous.

"Where do you think we should go next?" asked Saul Bergstein, a robust young Jewish man seated on the large drum he used in concert. "The tour's over, we've fed the Live Aid people about fifty billion shekels..."

"Or Seth Mahone's coffers," said Allison Weir cynically. She was a teenage girl with powdered-white skin, black hair and eyes, and tattooes on almost every exposed part of her body. It was as if she were getting tattooed for the team; none of the other band members sported even a single dot of ink.

Allison set down her bass guitar and pulled her too-short T-shirt on over her large breasts. "Wouldn't surprise me at all if the government's skimming off the proceeds."

Jason Scoffell, in the chair next to Saul, was admiring Allison's figure. "Not even the Tocrowkians would stoop that low," said the short albino boy. "I mean, taxing charities? That's just wrong, no matter what country you're in." The cymbals he had hung up fell down, making a loud CLANG! sound as they crashed to the ground, leading Saul to grab the MP7 under his chair he always kept in case of police raids. (Not all countries were friendly to the Mary Rapers.)

"Sorry about that," said Jason as he hung the cymbals back up. "Anyway, Saul's right. Where should we be going next?"

Saul snorted in disgust. That's just what I was asking, twit.

Mohammed al-Farouk tossed aside his IMI Tavor, formerly the favoured weapon of the Kahanistan Republic Guard. He, too, had gone for his weapon at the noise. "I think we should go back to Kahanistan. I mean, it would be a good idea now that the tour's over."

Allison looked at the thin young man. "Mohammed. I'm not going into Doomani-occupied territory... with a tattoo of the Virgin Mary being raped by Meir Kahane (http://en.wikipedia.og/wiki/Meir_Kahane)... tattooed on my face."

Jason gave the inked-up girl's face an intense look. "Who told you to get a tattoo of the Virgin Mary being raped by Meir Kahane tattooed on your face?" he asked, laughing.

"Well, it was either him or Arafat," Allison replied in a slightly exasperated tone. Saul and Mohammed laughed.

Allison sank down into the chair that Jason had vacated and lit up a marijuana cigarette. "I think ViZion's a good place. Nice, liberal, anti-Doomani, and from what I heard, millions of our people are taking refuge there. They might be eager for some entertainment. Plus, I like explaining the tattoos on my breasts to the fans who come in."

"Breasts?" asked Mohammed. "More like the tattooes all over your body. Did Kazansky ask any questions about them?"

"I don't remember," said Allison. "I was too high."

---

Flight 1474 from Hudson, Central Prestonia to Vitalita, ViZion, for the Battle of the Bands

Two hours after the discussion which had led to intimate details of tattooes in unlikely places, the band boarded the plane. The band had decided to take Allison's suggestion and funnel their profits to killing Doomies and keeping their land free. They knew that Kahanistan would either repel the Doomani or be completely destroyed; al-Ghazi would never surrender.

With the prospect of statelessness looming over their heads, they decided they needed cash, and lots of it. They would compete in the Battle of the Bands and collect huge amounts of cash - even more if they won. Of course, they also had other assets to help them, even if their music was really bad. They had two thousand kegs of beer to share with the fans after the concert, and hidden stashes of weed, acid, and K (they weren't sure of the drugs' legality in ViZion) to give out when the fans were plastered.

Their first song was to the tune of "Islam's Not for Me. (http://www.faithfreedom.org/audio/Islamsnot4mefr.htm)" It was the end song for the TV show For the Children! (http://www.forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=525340), a viciously anti-Catholic TV show.

After the cacophony of applause, Mohammed spoke loudly to the crowd.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems we're a bit out of anti-Catholic songs till Allison or I can write new ones. So, we'll sing Hava Nagilah (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3A0Wvizl1Ng). Not one of our own, it's not especially anti-Catholic, but it's Hebrew, and it'll piss off some of the more radical Catholics out here. The only one here who speaks Hebrew is Saul, and he sucks at writing lyrics. After this one, we'll be heading backstage."

Hava nagilah,
Hava nagilah,
Hava nagilah ve'nismeha!

Hava nagilah,
Hava nagilah,
Hava nagilah ve'nismeha!

Hava neranena,
Hava neranena,
Hava neranena ve'nismeha!

Hava neranena,
Hava neranena,
Hava neranena ve'nismeha!

Uru, uru ahim!
Uru ahim b'lev sameah,
Uru ahim b'lev sameah,
Uru ahim b'lev sameah,
Uru ahim b'lev sameah,
Uru ahim, uru ahim,
B'lev sameah!

[OOC1: Hava Nagilah is a Jewish / Israeli folk song. It would be doubleplusungood to the Jew-hating Doomies.]
[OOC2: You can RP a fan, or multiple fans, slipping in to meet the band.]

OOC: Nice start, Kstan :) By the way, your IC relationship with Doom cracks me up...the hatred there is just mind-boggling.

IC:
San Diego, Calizorinstan, Imperial Casabah:

John Macked and his Imperial Troopers had just finished recording "Wrath of the Phoenix", when he said, as he was polishing his Fender Toronado, "You know guys, why don't we try the International Battle of the Bands in ViZon, we should have some healthy comp to overcome, nothing like a musical fair to lift our spirts eh?", a younger man, at the back, who was the bassist, Rapier was his nickname said "Ya know, Shredder, that ain't a bad idea man. Look guys, we have been in one Battle of the Bands before that we won, but this ain't easy International Level, I frankly suggest we go there. We need competition man to survive, because if we don't have comp, our music will suck. We would be complacent."

John said to roars of approval "Let's go!"


Onboard John's government hired Boeing 727 to carry the band:
Rapier (Real name is Jason Mollohan) and Dynamite (The Girl Lead Solo,Jenny Mason), were discussing what songs they should play "I think Wrath of the Phoenix, and Jet Rock would be very good ones to play Jenny, Wrath has that awesome power chord arpeggio, and then progresses into slides.."

They finally landed, and were driven to the stage, in their Ford Excursion modded convertible, with a V-12 truck engine modded, with special smoke coming out the back for effect. John was playing some songs on his guitar as they arrived and he yelled "Our kegs that we ordered are here!"

OOC: Feel free to RP some fans coming to listen to the Imperial Troopers..

IC:
Oured, Angaor

Tha Hurricanes were sitting in a house on Eagle street gettin blunted and get twisted like what they did on a regular basis. while the younger members were just in dat back freestylin after they finished freestylin they joined the rest of them.



yeah u know we gotta dat battle of bands shit come up right ? said black smiff

yeah im ready i got my stuff pack im ready to go said Heat Roc

ight i meet yall out front in about 30 minutes said Tray Cash

30 minutes later everybody in the Tha Hurricanes meet outside and put there stuff in the back of Two black Chevy Suburbans.

Aye young you strapped son just in case dudes are out dere fakin man said Nubie

yea im always strapped boi u aint never got to worry about me boy said Murda 7

about 20 minutes later they arrived at the Airport and boarded a Private Plane that they borrowed from the Record Company. The Plane took off and they arrived in Vizion 8 hours later. A three cars arrived to pick them up and take them to International Battle of bands they arrived and got prepared to perform

OCC: Their Peformance is coming later

yea this first song is from Young Spenc and Tray Cash
[Young Spenc]
straight from the bott0m of the cut
i give it to these bitch dudes like mommy taught me
One man with no weapon at war but im an army
my flow is captain attention lieutenant your penny pension
and they demolished that invention
you better get you dollars up
and guess what I was up
I get my cheese like mickey mouse
or else you get a Donald duck like a shooting range target
I get all kinds of bucks be my shooting range target
son I got good luck son bye bye good luck
got your momma shook up
lil bad ass dude who thought poppa wasnt tough
im on that lala twist it up
im on that syrup slow it down
and I like four freaks too and I aint jong joc but it goin down
i buy a marijuana field then I smoke it down
big bad wolf yes I just blow it down
no homo and to Eagle I will hold it down
like a circle of knives I just I got the sharpest flow around
The future.

I Can see the future Repeated 3x
[Tray Cash]
..Is is Tray Cash
I got the heart of a king the blood of a slave
feel like I did it before the second time to the grave
But it one life to live thats why im getting paid
off a flow that priceless I just got it appraised
spit like i need a raise
blaze as I gaze
at the stars and ask the lord
why the culprits at the mall pimp
it make me sick to my stomach
thats why i rap
like a pregnant woman I dont spit i vomit
so pay homage me and spenc 2 G's
like 20 hundreds and we keep the semis blunted
and we live like brothers from another
so fuck with him and cash gon react like you did me somethin
thats a hint to you David throwin shots at Goliath
this the new testament where the victor is the giant
so you should get the weight and lose you hate
remember males shouldn't be jelious thats a female trait

I can see the Future Repeated 3x

IC:

John and the band get up on stage and preform this song:
Wrath of the Phoenix:


Beware of the Wrath of the Phoenix, it is coming after you!, it will slash
and cut your eyes, then a little kid will come and stab your roof of your mouth with a sword!

Beware, a little kid will come and kill you, like you had never thought he would, in the end, he will kill you with your own medicine!, he will kill some of your followers, beware Tom.......

Wrath of the Phoenix is great, tonight may enemies of the Phoenix die, I see the Phoenix rising now to meet it's enemies. Tom, beware of the Wrath of the Phoenix, you should've never gone to London, for a 15 year old teenager bested you, and you ran away like a coward!


Wrath the Phoenix, Wrath of the Phoenix, Tom you should be ashamed of yourself, you are not only on the wrong side but an arrogant buffon, and we will come and eliminate you from this earth!, Wrath of the Phoenix, Wrath of the Phoenix, Wrath!, Wrath!, Wraaaaathhh..

Tom, beware, beware, in your final fight, you will've murdered a man that was all against you all along, and you will think you killed the boy, but he simply has gone into Limboooooooooo....

When he returns, he will try to convince you to turn good, and unlike the real thing, you accept, and you have remorse and you piece yourself back together!

Wrath of the Phoenix, Wrath of the Auror! Wrath of the Phoenix.....

OOC: The lyrics are mine. I’m not saying they’re necessarily good enough to steal, but if you ever think about stealing them, don’t. And about the chronology, this show comes after the Imperial Troopers, because that’s when I wrote this post.

IC: The crowd roared with applause as the Imperial Troopers left the stage. For some minutes after it remained dark, the crowd waited in drunken anticipation for the next act. Camera crews got ready at the front of the stage, while beneath the stage the Kregaian members of Diamond Twilight picked up their instruments and headed through the maze leading to the elevators that would plunge them into the sight of two million fans.

Above smoke started to billow up from the stage, and the crowd thundered its approval. Over the sound system, a roadie for Diamond Twilight roared “Time for the motherfucking best…all the way from Kregaia! DIAMOND TWILIGHT!” And as the crowd screamed its heart out in response, applause crashing like a wave over the stage, the smoke turned bright red and the lights snapped on, revealing the band: Chris McElaney on drums, Matt Haleson on bass, James Reed on rhythm guitar, Dropkick on lead guitar, and the famous Scott Lash on vocals. Before the crowd could acknowledge their presence, Diamond Twilight began its first song.

“Thunder Walker” wasn’t one of the songs that had made Diamond Twilight its name; it had been released on Revenge, the second album, only months before the Battle of the Bands. However, it had helped to make Revenge go quad-platinum in record time, and it was an internationally-acclaimed smash hit. Many in the crowd knew it well, and as James began the distorted, spiraling rhythm section, they screamed in glee. After the fast-paced intro, Scott seized the mike and roared the opening lines in a mid-pitched falsetto:

“It’s a bloodstained world and you think you’re done,
You wanna get out there and have some fun,
But it’s a blinding view when you’re starin’ at the sun;
It ain’t gonna make you a thunder walker!”

Pulling the mike-stand away with him, Scott strutted across the stage as Dropkick played a convoluted break; at its conclusion, he whipped the mike to his right and sung into it once more.

“It’s an untamed world and you’re goin’ alone
It’s an unclean world and you got no home
It’s a dangerous world as you walk into the storm
You think that makes you a thunder walker?”

The song slowed down after that, Scott still strutting away while Chris thundered out on the drums, accompanied only by a few bass notes from Matt and a small rhythm riff from James; suddenly, however, the drums burst into a crescendo, and at the peak of the noise, Scott screamed out, in a high falsetto reminiscent of Axl Rose’s early days, the third verse.

“You won’t roll over but you’re rollin’ to your tomb
It’s a stone-cold journey and it ain’t over soon
You can run but you’re just running to your doom
You ain’t never gonna be a thunder walker!”

Dropkick began torturing the flowing cascade of notes that was “Thunder Walker”’s guitar solo out of his guitar as Scott played the air guitar on his mike-stand. The crowd went wild, but soon the solo splashed down into the normal riff of the song as Scott finished the song in his normal tone.

“You’re bleedin’ out slowly and you wanna think you won
But it’s the same long journey and you’ll never be done
And you’ll never see clearly while you’re starin’ at the sun
You ain’t never gonna be a thunder walker!”

And with a final crash of drums and a screeching chord from the guitars, the song was over.

***

Diamond Twilight was not an old band. Not a single member was older than 23; they had formed it in their late teens, playing at clubs and parties, and it hadn’t been long before they attracted the attention of the youth of the Kregaian nobility, the key to success for most rock bands in Kregaia. Signed by Obsidian Records, they released their debut, Pistolwhip, to amazing success. Their hard-rock twin-guitar riffs and simple drum beats burned into the minds of their listeners, and almost overnight Pistolwhip became the best-selling album in Kregaian history. They had spent the next year doing the Venom of God Tour, a CAD-wide event taking them through Kregaia, Doomingsland, MassPwnage, Inkana, and Generia. It had taken a full year to record Revenge, but it too had seen amazing success, threatening to break the record set by Pistolwhip, and for months Diamond Twilight had performed all across the world in the Best Served Cold Tour. Revenge was lauded by critics as being a more complex album than their debut; the latter had been essentially the sounds and lyrics of the Kregaian underworld, while the former featured a more complex sound and a different, more poetic feel to the lyrics, most obvious in the epic ballad “Battle for the Pass”. The album blurred the lines between the old hard rock of Pistolwhip and a newer, more alternative style. It was on the crossroads of these two sounds that Diamond Twilight attended the Battle of the Bands.

***

The lights snapped off after “Thunder Walker” concluded, but several seconds later a spotlight shone on the stage again, displaying all the band members but Scott, who had run off to get a drink and relax his vocal cords before singing the final song. Until he came back, the band played “Gunmetal”, a slow-building instrumental that escalated to a blazing final guitar solo and conclusion.

When “Gunmetal”, too, had ended, Scott came back onto the stage, arms spread wide to acknowledge the roaring adulation of the crowd, a Christ-like figure being adored by a crowd of two million. He made a glorious figure standing there under the lights; short black hair crowning an angular but handsome face, body draped in a massive pirate’s coat complete with lace at the wrists, making a strange contrast with the simple jeans and leather boots that he wore as well. Scott had an interesting reputation in the record industry: in between songs, and even in the studio, he was always smiling, always in a good mood…but when the music started to play, it was as if he dropped into hell. The rock-star persona fitted him like a glove in this state; a wolfish grin would spread over his face and a predatory light gleamed in his eyes...and it was this state of mind that Scott dropped into as the music of their final song in the set, "The Doors Are Closing", began.

The song began with the toll of a massive bell located in a corner of the stage, followed by a slow drum beat, to which was added a simple bass line and a rhythm section, before at last Scott screamed, "Come on!" into the mike and Dropkick began playing the intro, harmonizing with James's riff in a style not unlike the early days of Iron Maiden. The bass line was much more prominent in this track than in "Thunder Walker", continuing smoothly through Scott's delivery of the first verse.

"I'm shaking all over cause of poison in my veins
There's a drought in the city and it's drivin' me insane
Let me take you to the town where the sun don't shine
Let me take you to the brink and I'll make you mine, yeah!"

A short break led into the chorus:

"I bet you'd like to see what never stops burnin'
I think you wanna feel what keeps the world turnin'
I bet you wanna hear the thunder in my mind
I bet you wanna know why I'll leave you behind."

A short, improvised guitar solo by Dropkick followed, before a few crashing beats of Chris's drums brought the song back to its main riff, and two bars later, Scott strutted across the stage, dancing with the mike-stand as he sung into it.

"There're snakes in the desert and they're all along the ground
You can listen for the silence but it's a little too loud
They're rollin' in the dust and they know that you're alone
But if you seal the casket then you'll never go home."

This second verse gave way to the solo, a thing of beauty that rose high and then fell, burning across the frets of Dropkick's guitar as he grimaced, placing each note to sculpt the fiery music. Shudders ran down the spines of the two million as the sound, similar in style to Slash's famous solo in "Sweet Child O' Mine", burrowed into them, while Scott leaned close to James and they sang the final verse together.

"You can watch the shadows dancing but it ain't too clear
Cause the devil's dancing too and he feels your fear
Lookin' for the water so I can seize the night
But you're buried in a mirror and you'll never see the light!"

The riff continued for a few more bars, until Scott dropped to his knees, leaned back and howled the chorus into the mike, his back nearly touching the stage and his throat pointing straight up towards the ceiling.


"I bet you'd like to see what never stops burnin'
I think you wanna feel what keeps the world turnin'
I bet you wanna hear the thunder in my mind
I bet you wanna know why I'll leave you behind!"

The last chord on the guitar lingered for some time as the crowd screamed in an ecstasy of excitement; Scott remained panting in exhilaration for a few seconds, then stood and announced, "All right...you guys have been a great audience! Thank you and good night!"

Diamond Twilight strode offstage and the stadium went dark once more.

young spenc and tray cash walked off stage after the crowd calmed in exitcment

yea dats aye show right there they was gettin cranked said young Spenc

you did good out their for it to be your only second time performing said Murda 7

ight lets go and get ready for our other song said young spenc