This has absolutely nothing to do with design.

The singer is sick, can't sing. The consequence of sound. Bassist and guitarist are sick. We're all sick. We've been on the run for neigh a year. The van's out of gas and night is approaching. We don't expect to make it through this night, of all nights. We think the date is October 31st, 2020 and we are Gaglaw. A large shape hovers in the distance, just above the horizon. The wind whistles through the broken windows of the van and a shudder passes through the band. The mood is set, the air is still, and the narrator is a dick.

Now I'm going to go from the normal point. The beginning. Start. Before we were transported to this mixed up world and forced into this messed up scenario. It all started when our tour manager, dirty scum of a midget, booked us on a west-coast tour. It made sense, most of us were from the area anyway.

- Go time bitches.

He waddled in wearing a matching tin-foil suit and hat. The weird thing is that today he wasn't wearing his tie. I was nervous. He booked our first gig more than 3000 miles away. Unfortunately he had the gun, so I wasn't asking any questions.

We drove.
and drove and drove and drove. Then we slept.

and then we drove.

We got to our first gig and rocked hard. I'll pass on all the boring detail at this point in the story. Details like: the stage smoke smelled like pistachios; or that the waitress were all trannies; or that our tour manager was fucking the last band on the bar; or that our tour manager was holding something like looked like an nVidia card duct-taped to a cordless toaster. Now, why a toaster would run on batteries is beyond me, unless you were taking it out into the wilderness. Then you could fight Sasquatch off with the power of deliciously buttered toast with jam. Wait, no, the device he was holding was important. That was the thing that got you into this mess.

We finished your gig, all got trashed, and then wandered back into our van. Our tour manager was there, threatening us again and telling us to get on the road if we're going to make the next gig. We all started to eloquently tell our tour manager that we weren't going anywhere before simultaneously vomiting all over him. Well, it might not have been simultaneous... I don't actually know if anyone else gave him a puke shower, but I know I did. As you can imagine, he was furious, but instead of using words like a big boy, he just pointed the toaster-looking-object at us. In that moment before everything went to shit I gazed deep into the shiny object and saw a man so beautiful that many a man would be a 'mo for those stunning good looks. God damn I'm pretty.

The world then became a blur of green, silver, and vomit. When everyone comes to no one remembers what happened or where you guys are. The last thing I remembered was a beautiful man. Oh wait, haha, that was me. Damn skippy.

The landscape that surrounded us was too strange to explain. Floating blocks, hovering water, the ground made of a translucent... something... We started to walk in a direction, both gravity and the checkerboard carpet started spiraling. Not to say there was an action, but the path was a spiral that we remained attached to. We see a forest of glowing tubes up ahead as the path flattens out. A red sun rises in the distance. The sign outside the forest seems to be in some other language. The bassist tries to read the sign.

-Exclamation point? Ent-three aren-three plus z? What th...

The forest pulsates as he reads the sign. Well, I guess the glowing goo inside the tubes has been pulsating the entire time. Flowing up and down in a constant streaming motion. The singer looks over at me with a look of concern. The guitarist boldly moves into the forest.

-Oh shit balls! There's something wrong here...

We run into the forest to see if the guitarist is all right.

-I think I'm getting dumberer...

He looks around confused. Then we all looked around. There were webs and nets splayed out everywhere in the forest. I feel my head getting hurtier... pain... I anger at pain! I smash tube!

One of the tubes gets a small crack in it and spills out some of it's goo. We all stare at the goo as an image appears in it. It seems to be two girls and a cup. As to what they're about to do we have no idea. The image fades and an alarm goes off. A small man appears from no where to fix the tube.

-Who is you?!

-I'm IT

-it?

-I. T.

-it?

-Just call me 'Tech Support'

-TS... how do we get out of this place? Where are we?

-You're in the net, now. No escape really.

We look around terrified. One of the nets in the forest has fallen on us and captured us!

-Ironically, the only way out is to digg. Seems a bit counter-intuitive I know...

The man patches up the tube and disappears. We all start to claw at the forest floor in a panic.

We break through. We fall. The floor was only a few millimeters thick. As I fall I look up at the floor of the forest. A rush of fire emulates from impact and through my entire body before it all goes dark.

To Be Continued!