in the year of 1980, a group of rogue engineers [two, recently banned from the international society of genetic and cryogenic engineering and development] set out to plan and perform a grand experiment in liberation. With 1.21 jigawatts of electricity (which was rumored to be stolen from a Rush concert being performed a few short blocks from the secret underground laboratory that was conveniently buried below the local trailer park). With this, 3 sons of rebellion, booze, and rock n roll were born.
the scientists conditioned the brothers in the arts of fury, brutality, and passion. the scientists grew happy with the boys performance. They noticed the rapidly increasing rate of romantic insanity and decided the 3 would be unstoppable together. The scientists knew their plan of infecting the world with their brand of genetically engineered insanity would be too dangerous to carry out with 3 animals whose instincts were found too powerful even after conditioning.
it was soon decided that the brothers would be separated and buried alive in various Catacombs of eastern Europe. Given nothing but their destined weapons in rock n roll the 3 were lost in the darkness of death and separately found themselves locked in a subconscious fit of musical mutations. This cortextual conversion lasted the better of 20 years. The procession left the boys twisted in the head; mad with delusions of an undead opera constantly creeping through their skulls. the delusions would keep them in a perpetual state of waking dreams.
The visions were the same for all 3, with the conclusion being the apparitions would need to perform through the brothers. And only through them could their murderous play be delivered.
With the help to ghostly cast of the waking dream, the Catacomb Creeps re-emerged and united from their underground prisons. More powerful than ever, the boys were ready to use their undead visions to transcend the ultimate levels of romantic insanity throughout the land.
As act 2 of their undead ensemble ready to stage that is their minds, our heroes find themselves at the End of the Grey; ready to battle forward let the facet that is their music drip undead rainbows of madness on only the strongest of souls who can accept it. Fuck you world, all of your base now belong to us.
