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[ Asch was bamboozled for this place was not his desired destination. But confusion did not beget concern just yet. He was new to the city, so perhaps he just missed a turn... or two... or three.

Though after backtracking he discovered that more than just a turn had to be missed, because this place was all kinds of wrong. ]

...What the hell is this?

[ooc; Ahaha, hi. This is Asch. He's a drummer from the modern game known as

beatnation.]

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Insanity, of course.

((A DRUMMER FINALLY))

[ He's looking around, clearly confused and concerned now. ]

What?

[ Then he finally looked to the person, and stared as the resemblance greedily devoured some brain cells. ]

...

[occ; I KNOW, RIGHT?]

Blah blah Ana fon Fabre stage name Asch the Bloody blah blah multiples of people blah this place is fucking strange.

...Asch the-- me. That's me. How the hell would you know, and what exactly are you talking about?

[ doing some serious staring ]

Nevermind.

Just... direct me to that instrument store.

Actually... I don't know where it is here. Last place of insanity, sure, Asch and I found it, but here...

"Here?"

Here what?! I'm not getting any of this!

Look around, dumbshit.

Yes, because I'm the dumbshit for not getting your vague ass nonsense. Sure thing, idiot.

Does this place look anything like where you were?

Well, no. But...

[ Just gives up and accepts his moment of insanity, because that's clearly what's happening to him. ]

Look behind you. Does that look anything like what you just walked through?

Yeah yeah, I get it now. I just don't get how. So, what now? How do I get back to Beatnation?

I have no-

Beatnation?

Mhm, City of Music. I just moved there not so long ago. I expected to get lost a few times, but this?

... you and that Luke both. That city sounds fucking wicked.

Yeah, I thought so too--

Wait, another Beatnation local?

Yeah. We jammed a bit and he told me about it. Trying to get a name for himself and all that.

Ah. Kind of like me, then. Well, I'll get out of your hair now. [Begins to wander off, his hands shoved into his pockets. Maybe he'll stumble upon an exit or something. Yeah, probably not. ]

Hey, wait! What genre?

Hm? Oh, it's a tie between rock and alternative.

Just wondering.

[ And off he goes. ]

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