The band pulled into the parking lot of the club. All along
the way the band argued about drugs, the amount of gas cost from the money pot
and each person, etc. What a
chaotic funny mess to the observing
outsider.
The drummer, a fat 28 year-old with thick rimmed glasses
lets out a belch and laughs, followed by a supposed ice breaker “C’mon brahs! We got the beats and we got the eats!” He is
talking about a pizza they found in a Little Ceaser’s dumpster. This guy is the
only one whom will currently will touch it. Maybe a few hours ago, when they
were at that off-ramp strip mall off of I-94, a couple band members would have
been down.
Boom! They pull into the night club parking lot.There they
walked their cabs and equipment up the sidewalk into the clube and set up. Of
course they contined the argument up to
the beginning of the music set. They had gained some audience members to listen
and laugh. “ha ha nice butt crack!”.
All the audience at the same time was filling up the night
club. People were mingling at the bar. Girls were in the restroom looking at
their hair. Guys were taking dumps or breaking up their drugs in the mens room.
They also were breaking up stuff in their parked cars.
The Narcobananas played a couple fast catchy songs. “raar
rarrar arrew!” Nobody could really understand what they were saying, except for
during the more melodic midpaced parts. Their trombone player even added some
effect to their more “ska” breakdown parts. Those parts got the most easily
danceable attendees to get into this groove.
Yes the audience was either head bobbing or moving their
upper torsos in a variety of ways. Most of the people here lived in the city
and just wanted to see this band live in person. Their music is available to
listen to online and with some live video footage. Most in attendance had
learned about this group via some postings.
During the middle of the third song a grey spinning cyclone arose and appeared in the middle of the audience.
The smell of sulfur filled the room. People moved away from it and the band
continued to play for a minute.
A red demon djinni popped out of this twister. He had a
nasty smirk, sharp teeth, red skin crackling with electricity and with yellow
eyes. He turned his head left and right, looking at the audience. Then he
looked at the alter center stage with the band. The venue security looked
nervous and slowly inched towards his demonic fellow.
It then started suffocating the audience members with its
spreading and smothering radiant smoke attack. It was even nastier and deadlier
than any homemade gas canisters. This smoke was emitting perhaps, from it’s anus, finger tips, etc.
Nobody knew! However the way it made people gag, keel over to heave, some plain
standing with blue faces heaving, some with eyes bulging, etc. It ended with
everyone dropping to the floor like flies. This process took less than a
minute.
People tried to run from the club but the door handles ( the
long door handles anyway) had scalding hot chains wrapped around them. The screams they let out were reminiscent of
that night club fire in Providence, RI involving Great White.
People received first degree burns when they touched them.
Also some people were running so hard for the door they slammed into people
whom just failed at their attempt at opening the doors. Both parties received
burns from this, on the face, chest, arms, legs, etc. Sadly the ones whom tried
to open the doors first got burnt again this way.
Next he went for the band on stage and stung them with jelly
fish like stinging fingers and poisoned them. The stingers attacked the necks
of all the men on the stage with quick precision. They points javelined into
the necks in split seconds with sharp missle heat seeker accuracy.
Finally the djinni leaves the club with all (or most?) of the
people inside deceased. A smirk on his face with lime green tinted sweat
running down his (it’s?) forehead. The planet earth, especially U.S. cities are
full of clowns, he feels, that need to be erased from the planet. So why not
kill some planet hosts that he feels most people will not miss anyways?
The original plan was to look for body hosts for his macabre
crew of killers. However he just decided to look around and just enjoy the massacre he fulfilled for
himself. Now it is time to find some other soul hosts, and quick before the
police/authorities arrive.
