A bar sits open, despite being busy it seems quiet and run down. Men with beards and guitars sit slumped over poker cards while a tired out old Argent record keeps repeating "God Gave Rock and Roll to You. Gave rock and roll to you. Gave rock and roll to everyone." The regulars have forgotten whether the record is skipping or if that's just how the song goes. Either way they don't care. They've long since forgotten what most of their own songs sound like since the radio stopped playing them. Suddenly the door slams open and someone cuts off the music. A group sitting at their own table stand up in the back.
"Hey that's our song man! You cut it-" One of the men yells just before he is silenced by the bang of a .12 gauge shot gun. The rest turn white and sit back down, quietly as the man puts the gun back up.
The shooter steps past the body and into the shadiest corner bar where another sits with his hand on the lever. He turns to the man and asks him plainly. "Is he here yet?"
"Not yet" The man says. "Glad you showed up on time."
"Wouldn't miss it" He replied. "Figures he isn't here. Probably hanging out with his new Hall of Fame friends."
"Don't be so quick to pick targets." The other man says as he pulls the lever muttering some old song lyrics as he does. "This was the plan all along. Don't let it go to your head."
"Yeah right. I'm sure the limelight's gotten to his head already. Probably ratting us..."
"Gotten into who's head?" Another man says. He had approached quietly through the door without anyone realizing he was there until he said something.
The first man gulped and turned pale under his face paint. the person he saw didn't look intimidating but he knew all too well how dangerous he was. How he had rose to become the leader of their little gang. "Nothing. We were just joking around. We know you're still good man."
"Just remember what this is for. They trust me now. That just gets us closer to our goal. You do remember our goal right?" He looks over at the other two men as they nod their heads, his own unholy triumvirate and satisfied, he leans over the table with a smile. "Tonight, we destroy the Rock N Roll hall of fame."
Day one begins, with 14 alive it takes 8 to lynch.
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