A hard wet winter. You live in a cardboard box. You have your drums chained to a tree to protect them from thieves. Your poisoned D N A is not being kind either. You are vomiting a lot and seldom eating.
The only upside is that you have met this stick thin singer named Divex MoonMo. He writes words to sing to your drum beats. You make a team together. Not a good team, but a team anyway.