SilentBlack: On the day it all started, Apocalypse was gonna throw a party. You know, the kind of kick-ass get-together with the music people listen around here. In fact, Apocalypse was a cool club, maybe the coolest one there was at that time.

  A kind of stylish underground trash among the sad remains of glamor. Glamour was dying. Well, who needs glamor when in your world anyone can ponce about anything? I mean, anything at all?

  It's Cube, you get it? Cube. A man-made paradise where everyone has a pair of wings and a set of different bodies. Where it's manifested, though, I fuckin' know. Nowhere, probably just somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

  SilentBlack: That evening people were late. Of all the lamps Caruso, the new owner, left only a projector to spotlight Winters. They say he had a big crush on him back then. He drooled just by seeing him. But Winter is a king. He's a Messenger.

  He was living in that club since the beginning, back when there was Anarchy under Fernando. Too bad Fernando left. When Fernando was there, there was an actual life in that club and anyone could paint anything on the walls, Fernando didn't give a fuck. The dude was crazy. He never went offline. He even slept in Cube. Nobody knows where he ended up. They say he reincarnated under a new avatar. Maybe folk's just hoping he'll show up again.

  Cashmerecell: sure he will. Everyone's immortal now. And Winter is the elite. He's tied to Dog himself like a scarf to a scarf. They even had the same eyes at one time. As blue as the fog on Venus.

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  SilentBlack: You've been to Venus?

  Cashmerecell: to about fifteen of them. I even wanted to settle on one. The design is amazing, the atmosphere is all blue and bright as in the heart of a nuclear bang. And you don't have to pay for much at all.

  SilentBlack: Why didn't you do then?

  Cashmerecell: I broke the rule, I got banned. They're all crazy there. But it's beautiful. And the birds fly around like sun bunnies. If one sits on your neck, you cum right away.

  SilentBlack: Venus... I'd hang myself there. Happily there was no Venus in Cube at that time. It was the old version. Before Zeroing. There wasn't much else there at all, per se. But there was some romance, like the old west or Star Wars Part 5.

  SilentBlack: Winter waited for a client and danced. Spinning around like a Sufi. He's an astronaut, this WinterKing. Always in a kind of trance. I'm envious, to be honest. But the Messenger has to be like that - really fucked up, otherwise he won't be able to take or deliver messages. They must have a vacuum in their brains....

  SilentBlack: Fuck. Somebody crucify me, my body’s killing me.....

  Cashmerecell: Silent, relax, you fucking perv.

  SilentBlack: I'm not a fucking perv, I just want someone to crucify me. Like the fucking Bible folk did to their fucking lord!

  Cashmerecell: Does that turn you on???

  SilentBlack: Turns me on, yeah!!!!

  Nomatterwhat_: I'll invite you, dare you to accept.

  SilentBlack: No problem. Brb

  Cashmerecell: Fucker... This is gonna take a while. I'll pick it from here. So, anyway, the club was still empty. Just Caruso, Winter and this new guy, noob, Spin I believe....