You step into the legendary (among freaks anyway) club the Infected Scar tissue. In a half hour Philip K. Nixon is playing a set. This is going to be great! You amble up to the bar and order a beer. The tender asks to see your I D. He seems to be looking pretty carefull at your name but you pay it no mind. that is untill PKN hits the stage. suddenly a hugely massive bouncer picks you up out of your seat and hustles you outside against your struggling will. Two other bouncers come with him. Out back you are beaten and left in a bloody heap in the dirty alley.