The computer begins to take on a life of its own. It is forced into the process of sound structure creation. Without complete control it would deteriorate.
...The discipline: |Sound Sculpting| ...Weapon of choice: Laptop, Sampler, Synth. Using these totems a quest for spiritual attainment has been activated through the emotional cultivation of controlled sonic manipulation. Splicing and reorganizing disconnected sounds into belching - puking - autonomous creatures.
Then I must hunt them down... and kill them. Kill them dead. And I won't stop until every last one of them has met their fate, disemboweled and detuned.
Oh yes. I will have my wish, they will do my bidding, they will .gather the masses. and reunite the escathon. After all, that's what they're for.
