When
he sang it was like ... well, it was like nothing on
earth, but Ill make a stab at describing it. If you
can imagine hundreds of raw fingernails being scratched
across rough concrete walls, or countless sticks of chalk
screeching dryly over shiny blackboards, or numberless,
unoiled doors creaking grimly on their desiccated hinges
... all operating at the same time as a thousand hooters
and a host of those infernal bells in school corridors
which fracture the air as you pass beneath them, then
youre only beginning to grasp what an unholy row
Neros larynx made when he began to tune up. It was
diabolical! In the old days hed been banned from singing anywhere in Wasteland, except deep in the mines on its eastern side which ran under the Mystery Marshes. And it was when hed gone on one of his singing sprees that he noticed something peculiar happening further down the mineshaft where he practiced. |
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