Post by Lantlas on Oct 5, 2011 21:41:19 GMT -5
This was an English assignment called a Photo Response. We were supposed to make up a story about what was happening in a picture from someone else. I received a picture of a drum corps with a guy in a white shirt kneeling in the middle. It took place in a vacant lot. I know dick about drum corps, so I decided to go the absurd route.
Crunch Time
The great city, only a silhouette in the distance, was most dependent on the particular rhythm of the corps. Only through a concert of sound could the takeover by the Gamma people be prevented on this day. The Gammas were an odd bunch of conquistadors; their vulnerability being a perfect crescendo of percussion, but something had to be done to prevent them from taking over the world. Thankfully, the 58th Regiment of the Shirts V. Skins Corps, most notable through their success as the repellent of Zanthar: Destroyer of Worlds in 2007, would be called upon once again to save the planet.
Lining up their traditional alternating solar-plexis clothing code, they were given direct orders to follow whatever The Man in White told them to do. He was an odd fellow, spending most of time hunched over in front of them, typing directions into the alternate computer should the rhythm of the corps fail. While likely it was only an escape method for himself, leaving the SvS 58th to fend for themselves, they were not in any position to question him. After all, when word came down from the Chancellor of Drum Beats, there was no questioning his methods. He knew what was in store, having traveled back in time from the year 2183, where the Gamma people ruled the Earth. It turns out their desire for conquest resulted out of a longing desire for cheese, and a lack of product in a period of a week could turn them hostile.
The weakness for perfect rhythm was inflicted by the Gammas’ previous space war with the Meltrons of the Neutronis Partisanus galaxy, that was inhabited by wannabe gangstas who had no rhythm whatsoever because they were constantly pulling up their pants. The Gammas’ internal rhythm detector was significantly altered due to this war that lasted throughout several space decades, which here on Earth only translated to a partial viewing of Return of the King, at least if you bought the extended edition. However, in that time, the Gammas earned their deepest vulnerability. Only by hearing a full drumline belt out the opening for “Hot For Teacher” by Van Halen would explode their inner sanctums and banish them from the galaxy forever. Only then could the great city of Quasar be forever preserved of its cheese.
The Man in White had the machine prepared. The SvS 58th were in line with their series of percussion specialists ready for a most triumphant achievement. The long, vacant parking lot, chosen specifically for its distance from significant monuments and easy cleanup for those exterminated in the process, was about to be presented with an 80s rock drum special for the ages. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Man in White bellowed to his regiment, “for those about to rock…”
“We salute you!” the invigorated corps responded.
“What’s that mean?” Jill, the new girl in green, inquired at the absolute wrong time.
“Oh dear,” James, the most experienced drummer in the SvS groaned. “It appears we need to explain AC-DC to the new girl!”
Saving the galaxy was going to have to wait. No revolution should ever take place without knowing the proper place of the history of rock.
Crunch Time
The great city, only a silhouette in the distance, was most dependent on the particular rhythm of the corps. Only through a concert of sound could the takeover by the Gamma people be prevented on this day. The Gammas were an odd bunch of conquistadors; their vulnerability being a perfect crescendo of percussion, but something had to be done to prevent them from taking over the world. Thankfully, the 58th Regiment of the Shirts V. Skins Corps, most notable through their success as the repellent of Zanthar: Destroyer of Worlds in 2007, would be called upon once again to save the planet.
Lining up their traditional alternating solar-plexis clothing code, they were given direct orders to follow whatever The Man in White told them to do. He was an odd fellow, spending most of time hunched over in front of them, typing directions into the alternate computer should the rhythm of the corps fail. While likely it was only an escape method for himself, leaving the SvS 58th to fend for themselves, they were not in any position to question him. After all, when word came down from the Chancellor of Drum Beats, there was no questioning his methods. He knew what was in store, having traveled back in time from the year 2183, where the Gamma people ruled the Earth. It turns out their desire for conquest resulted out of a longing desire for cheese, and a lack of product in a period of a week could turn them hostile.
The weakness for perfect rhythm was inflicted by the Gammas’ previous space war with the Meltrons of the Neutronis Partisanus galaxy, that was inhabited by wannabe gangstas who had no rhythm whatsoever because they were constantly pulling up their pants. The Gammas’ internal rhythm detector was significantly altered due to this war that lasted throughout several space decades, which here on Earth only translated to a partial viewing of Return of the King, at least if you bought the extended edition. However, in that time, the Gammas earned their deepest vulnerability. Only by hearing a full drumline belt out the opening for “Hot For Teacher” by Van Halen would explode their inner sanctums and banish them from the galaxy forever. Only then could the great city of Quasar be forever preserved of its cheese.
The Man in White had the machine prepared. The SvS 58th were in line with their series of percussion specialists ready for a most triumphant achievement. The long, vacant parking lot, chosen specifically for its distance from significant monuments and easy cleanup for those exterminated in the process, was about to be presented with an 80s rock drum special for the ages. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Man in White bellowed to his regiment, “for those about to rock…”
“We salute you!” the invigorated corps responded.
“What’s that mean?” Jill, the new girl in green, inquired at the absolute wrong time.
“Oh dear,” James, the most experienced drummer in the SvS groaned. “It appears we need to explain AC-DC to the new girl!”
Saving the galaxy was going to have to wait. No revolution should ever take place without knowing the proper place of the history of rock.