We come from Ratsylvania, where we would dance, play music, fight,
strip
off all our clothes, blacksmith, and generally carry on without work of
a
mundane sort. A few of us decided to venture away from our past haven
and
found ourselves traveling dusty freight cars through a strange
God-soaked
place called the U.$.A..About the music: Some of it we find at campfires when we travel around,
some we buy on the black market in exchange for moonshine, some we
discover in our dreams about life back in Ratsylvania.
