Once upon a time there was a band called Anything Times Zero. They were ambitious, talented, and liked to make a lot of noise at any given time.
They began recording an album in the ages of old, and then once it was almost completed, destroyed it in the eternal fire, never to be seen again, because lo they looked upon it, and thought it sucked.
But that would not be the only album. There was another. They began, again, and recorded for many travels of the sun. Also, someone bought a house and there was much painting and renovation, and it was good. Eventually, the album came calling up from the depths, it would not die, and it must wrought it's face upon the world.
It will be destroying a village near you with it's evil soon.
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