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So far it's me, dreaming a dream (as opposed to living it).
Did you know there's this guy who wrote a song called Sunshine Burn? I think it's country though, so I'm here to complete the devistation of the two words.
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Story behind the song
A band from A2 asked me to write a verse or two, to tell my story, but I ended up cracking open Premiere and chaos reigned true from thence.
All in all it's a crappy sounding cut, due to poor equipment and skill, but for a tribute to a tribute to a tribute, one might call it sufficient until Char can remaster it (and rewrite it).
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Bell Chamber: Epic Remix
TRAVELER 1: We stepped off the silt strider onto the island of Anthor two fortnights ago where we heard of great treasure to be had. I heard tell of a sacred scroll whose runes held a secret power. My trusty companion has joined me on this quest for the honor, for the glory…
TRAVELER 2: Word came to me . . .
TRAVELER 1: Ach, You’re such a glory whore.
TRAVELER 2: Don’t waste my flavor, man (“asshole”). Word came to me by way of Caius Cassides, the bare-chested. As a novice in his secret society I must oil his chest when he bids me do so, and one night his glistening leisure prompted the mistaken impart of a secret whereabouts, a rumor of a rumor, in truth. His mead was thick as Ogrim blood that night, and before I could say Dwemer Immaculeni, the secret was parted from his inebriated lips.
TRAVELER 1: And it was I who saw the opportunity in this information, there like a Marshmerrow ripe for the plucking, so I donned my sword belt and he his alluring relics, and we set sail from Morrowind to this God forsaken isle.
TRAVELER 2: ‘Twas a 103-year-old woman who led us to the trail of cliff racer corpses, those which we followed to this descending staircase of stone, cut from the living rock of the mountain, to this outer chamber, and this door of unprecedented obscurity and grandeur. (to TRAVELER 1) I have no taste for treasure, my ally, only adventure. This is your quest to command . . . and do you hear something, like a ringing?
TRAVELER 1: Well good-brother, we’ve retraced our passage, as you theorized would guide us to light in our plight, but our obstacle remains. And a curious obstacle it is, as is the sound from within. How might one open a knobless door I ask? My prying mind plagues me. But I would give my LIFE for just one secr-
(TRAVELER 1 vanishes) (cue Morrowind Sound FX “recall”)
TRAVELER 2: I say, what is this treachery?! Brother, where have you got to?!
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*In the Bell Chamber*
TRAVELER 1: What is this place? (rummages) Chests…Gold…Decaying corpses….ah, what is this? (walks towards altar) (Demon appearing noise)
DEMON: You! Foolish mortal what are you doing in my bell chamber? Fool! Never again will you see the light of the puny sun under which you live your puny days!
MINIONS: You’re in trouble now and truth be told, when you open up that chest of gold and your searching for that sacred scroll that could save your very mortal soul.
TRAVELER 1: Stand aside Beast! That scroll is mine! And if you are in my way...then... you are in trouble. I shall fight you to the tops of the mountains and the bottom of the seas you shall not be alive by the end of the day. To war we go sir, to war.
DEMON: Not bad for a doe-eyed pink skinned maiden! Minions leave us! I shall attend to this one personally. Make sure the other does not disturb. And hand me my good axe before you go. (To TRAVELER 1) You have done well, Mortal, but… (To MINION) no, no the red one…. With the SKULL-HANDLE. Yes. (To TRAVELER 1) achem…but you should know one thing… I am not really left handed! HA HA HA HA HA HA!
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*staircase outside*
TRAVELER 2: E-gads! What be you contemptuous creature?!
GUARDIAN MINION: There’s a traveler who’s sure all that glitters is pure, and he’s wearing his boots to Oblivion. When he gets there he knows, he can side step my throes, but the Bell’s power is beyond this dimension.
TRAVELER 2: There’s a sound from inside, and goose bumps on my hide, and this feels like a new kind of danger. The ringing I hear seems to draw me so near, to stand facing this glowing red stranger.
TRAVELER 2: These times are few and far between: When regret for my compulsive slaughter of innocent seekers-of-help abates. Yes, worm. It is she I love, the woman from Balmora, for she let me sacrifice her life for her. That’s right, she practically drove the axe in my fist into her own skull so that her priceless relics could be mine, and your kind would tyrannize
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