It was the most metal show that never happened.
We are Dethklok Dethgroupies. We arrived to hear that there was a “situation” going on inside, and to wait against the wall. Minutes later, they had everyone evacuate.
Fucking Dr. Rockso. He was freebasing and caught the place on fire!
The Dethfans poured into the streets, half drunk in anticipation to have their faces melted, Duncan Hills style. The firetrucks arrive. Two metal ladders are extended onto the roof, as the crowd yells “Brutal!” “Metal!”. Devil horns are raised to salute the firemen, which amuses them. The crowd yells “The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!”.
We can see the Dethcopter as Skwisgaar Skwigelf, taller than a tree, Toki Wartooth, not a bumblebee, William Murderface, Murderface, Murderface, Pickles, the drummer, doodily doo, ding-dong doodily doodily doo, Nathan Explosion are evacuated. I can see Skwisgaar through the window. Skwisgaar!!!
The venue workers start to yell at us to leave because the show is canceled. Refunds, no rescheduled date? Someone yells “riot!”, and a mosh pit starts.
The Dethcopter takes off, and the blades slice the ladder apart. Pieces fall to the crowd, severing heads and spearing people. Dethklok or die.
My shirt: Explode Me!, banana sticker, the back says “Mrs. Wartooth” and ZAZZ:
Depressed that the show was canceled: