Musician Logbook Entry Draft

//--AUTO-TRANSCRIPTION RE: INVESTIGATION INTO UNIT 263366 PLANET-SIDE MC INCIDENT, UES [Redacted]--//

For the life of me, I can't get that freakin' sound out of my head.

Ok so, new guy gets assigned to the team, I hear grumbling that he's a big shot back home. I ask what for, and apparently the guy's a DJ! I'on know why we got stuck with a drummer boy for our mission, but I'm not gonna stroll up to Cap with my Big Boy Pants on and ask what for. New guy does what he's told, lugs around his own gear, and does a lotta typing in his terminal. Says he's composing a new song. Doesn't bother me, long as I don't gotta hear that crap when I'm trying to get some shuteye. 

Was a pretty normal mission up until the third day. Out of a cave and we end up in these ruins right along a mountain face, with a bunch'a lava streaking around the perimeter of it. All the whiz kids on the team are going crazy about the possible history of the place, how advanced civilizations were before we ended up on this rock. They break out the brushes and tiny hammers and go to town. Me? I'm just the grunt lugging all the hardware around. I set it down somewhere it won't catch fire and pop a squat. 

Drummer Boy climbs about halfway up and finds this machine with a bunch of shapes 'n such on holograms in a grid, leading to a platform. His eyes are glowing like diamonds.

Then he goes all like, ''This is it. It's gotta be it. I can finally make it.'' or something like that, I could barely hear 'im from down where I was.

So I'm just sat down on a rock catching my breath when the whole structure starts shakin'. The four-eyes all hunker down where they were at and I stand up and start looking for what the hell's going on. I see Drummer Boy up at the controls of the thingamajig and he's plugged his gear into it. Little did I know the guy had a freakin' turntable and amplifiers in his bag. He's twiddling around on his deck feeding tracks into the machine. And this thing is glowing like crazy. He didn't bring anything for a lightshow but the machine was doing that plenty. Looked like some kinda gatling gun firing off rainbow lasers. Stuff was blasting outta the machine like waves, I was seein' colors that I didn't know existed! Anyhows, whatever he was doing pissed off the locals.

Bunch'a stuff starts bearing down on us. I'd already grabbed my gun and started shooting at anything not wearing our colors, but we were getting swarmed. I ditched the gear and headed to our guys but they couldn't do much for themselves with brushes and tiny hammers. By the time I got to where they were, they'd gotten all munched up by the local wildlife. Wherever they were now, it's better than this craphole.

Meanwhile Drummer Boy's in his own world, still twiddling at the controls. All of a sudden, he screams out at the top of his lungs, ''I'VE GOT IT'' and flips a switch on his deck.

The shaking gets worse, I start thinkin' this tower's gonna collapse on top of me, and I book it. The machine he was fiddling with flares up, and starts blasting out this unholy noise. I felt my teeth vibrating out of my skull, I felt my backache flare up like my spine was getting twisted into a pretzel. I couldn't think, see, hear, or taste straight. Whatever sounds he was making, they knocked me flat on my ass. 

Eventually it quiets down enough for my gears to start turnin' again, and what I saw looked like one'a those horror flicks. Blood and guts everywhere. Bits of all'a that stuff what was tryin' to eat us, or uh... succeeded in eating us, in the case of the whiz kids, ended up along the floors, walls, the freakin' ceilings! The creeps were all shredded up. Looked like if you shoved them through a meat grinder and blew it out of a fire hose. I'm talking 'Banned from Theaters System-Wide' levels of gore. Protests from angry moms on dozens of planets trying to get the director tarred and feathered. Mass Hysteria type'a violence just happened here. Drummer Boy just strolls over towards me, still bobbing his head to whatever cacophony he just composed, and gives me a hand up. I ask him what the hell happened. 

He just chuckles and says, "It worked like I wanted, but I think I turned the volume up too high, sorry."  

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