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  • Anthems of Rebellion Story

    4 jan. 2011, 23h08m par lance_stamping

    Upon arriving in MarkJansium, el Stampo realized that it was an oppressive, dance-forbidden society. His vision had turned out to be false. He saw the yearning in the commoner's eyes, he could tell they needed dance. He immediately whipped up a magnificent glitter cloud and wowed them with his super awesome dancing prowess, but no sooner had he done that, he was quickly arrested for crimes against humanity and thrown in prison to rot.

    Tear Down the Walls, I, el Stampo wanted to do in my lonely prison cell. I am the only one that can hear the Silent Wars of longing to dance among the populace. I yell'ed at my captor that "We Will Rise in a dance party revolution. Dead Eyes See No Future because you are blinded by your servitude to your despot of a king." My Instinct of natural alternative dance techniques knew that the simple minded guard would be unconvertible to my plight. He must be following orders from the Leader Of The Rats, how unfortunate that mutated sewer rat has three left feet. …