You play oil rig equiptment with a like minded young mollkin

You can't buy or rent oil rigs so you just tresspass late at night with your new friend Jibes Farlingtoh. You raise angry staccoo rhytms into the humid summer night. The haunting pounding of a people who have less then nothing. No night whilst preforming one of these illegal jam seven drunk oil baron's son show up with shotguns and rifles. They shot the both of you dead for tresspassing and de-facing corporate property.

The End