ProgArchives Mafia: The Merriweather Murder

Night 2

After a long day of being insanified and baddie catching, Epignosis decided to go home for the night and get some well-earned rest. He went into the kitchen, grabbed himself a beer, and relaxed for a few minutes while collecting his thoughts before going upstairs to the bedroom. He quickly fell asleep, drifting into the land of his subconscious mind.

Next thing he knew, he was awake, standing on a giant mountain-like structure. No one else was to be seen and the entire landscape was filled with different shades of blue. Even the ground below him was some sort of solidified plasma. He went down to touch the ground and noticed that the impact of his hand sent ripples across the land beneath him as far as he could see. Was he dreaming? He had to be. But why did it feel so real?

He continued to walk, taking in the scenery all around him, not noticing that there was someone following him. Epignosis reached the top of the mountain and peered down below him. There was nothing to be seen other than the shifting blue atmosphere in all directions that appeared to be some sort of abyss. He didn’t seem to mind. This place actually had a peaceful quality to it underneath the inexplicably creepy imagery.

A voice called from behind him and sent shivers down his spine. Epignosis turned around to see Damo Suzuki. “What are you doing in my dream?” he asked. Damo replied with nothing. He began to walk in the other direction and Epignosis shrugged, turning back around to notice that the color of all the scenery around him had now turned black. The previously serene feeling he felt when peering into the abyss before was now one of extreme discomfort. It was only a few seconds until he felt his body pushed off the cliff and into the abyss, the darkness soon enveloping him.

He didn’t wake up the following morning.

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Necktie was busy listening to music on his iPod while surfing the internet on his laptop inside the record store. Unfortunately, he started to feel sudden nausea and cramps in his stomach; it must have been something he ate earlier for dinner. He ran to the restroom in case of emergency, and as soon as he opened the bathroom door he saw Devin Townsend washing his hands. “Damn, man, you look really sick, how about you take some anti-nausea medicine? I know where I can find some around here; I’ll be right back.”

Devin Townsend left the bathroom for about a minute before returning with the medicine. “Here, you can have some. Hope you feel better!” As Devin left, Necktie looked at the medicine, hesitated, but decided to take it. It was only but a few seconds later before Necktie collapsed to the ground.

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S~V~S was meandering her way in the basement when she heard some guitar playing coming from one of the rooms. Intrigued, she decided to follow the sound and found Robert Fripp practicing guitar. She walked in and listened to him play for a bit before Fripp declared, “I will return shortly. Please watch my guitar for me.” S~V~S gladly complied, but Fripp locked the door from the outside after he left the room, obviously not intending to return.

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Triceratopsoil was leaving the record store as his cell phone rang with its custom Kayo Dot ringtone. He picked it up. “Hello?” “Yeah, is this Colin? This is Steven Wilson. I would like to hang out tomorrow to jam if that’s okay with you. I’ll pick you up at your house tomorrow morning at dawn.” “Sounds great! See you then.”

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