Born from the depths of the dirt under Adacongonian Jungle, pulled forth from the earth by otherworldly forces, the spawn of aliens buried 'neath the earth for millennia, there were many of us, only children, shivering through the cold and muscling through the stubborn labyrinth of vines and roots and reeds. Met with dragons and lizards and ghouls brought from the depths of fiery hell, we walked. Many of us perished 'long the way, until it was only me. Eventually, desperate, gaunt, hungry, skin clammy and wounds festering, upper lip covered with wispy pre-pubescent facial hair, I stumbled into Albany Senior High School and started playing crappy teen music, and here is some of it.
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