You form a cult of devoted fans. They will do anything for you. They take up arms for you. They give theyre bodys to you. You only sing on finished songs the band sends you now. You slowly build up vocal tracks and send it back. You are fucking your love children while your mind furhur curdles. Lots of drug use going on in this camp. You start having visions of the Great Alarm drying this world to ashes. You decide you and your cult must die first, so you can get to paradise! Everyone drinks poison from crystal goblets that night. You all die.
The End