[ WP ] You 're not about to let the end of the world make people forget about the greatest music written by mankind . You are the Rock Bard of the Apocalypse .

`` It's been 20 years since the bombs fell on the earths crust, since fire turned everything to ash... Almost everything. 
 
 
 This little music shop down in Blackpool stayed up, so did the tower and honestly it's great here! I could n't tell the difference after I walked out of the shelter Mrs James dug in her garden. Bless her, could n't make a cuppa' to save her life but when it came to shelters for the nuclear holocaust by Jove, she knew her stuff.'' The old man just kept going on and this point. 
 
 
 `` Look that music shop where it it?'' I asked, having heard enough about Mrs James's salt for sugar brews. 
 
 
 `` Oh that place? Well it's... Uh it's.'' The oldie stuttered and tried to bring up the slat brews again. 
 
 
 `` C'mon man spit it out! Honestly, you'd think something was wrong.'' I said as I gave the spit roasted rat another turn on the burning car engine. 
 
 
 `` Alright look it's not safe down there lad, there's these mad'uns down there. Callin' them self's `` Followers of His Master's Voice.'' The old man leaned in his eyes filled with dread. 
 
 
 ``... What, HMV?'' I asked as the rat came to a nice roast. 
 
 
 `` Do n't be so loud. People round'er ai n't found of them, they ai n't found of music at all. I should now, I tried my hand at it'' the old man shoved the stump of a wrist into my face, the bandages where ragged and browed from blood but I'd give him a 10 for effort. A 10 if society had n't collapsed and numbers still meant something. 
 
 
 `` I'm guessing that was the HMV blokes then?'' I asked taking a bite 
 
 
 `` Aye lad, I went in holding my guitar and butchering the line that I'd came up with. Then they butchered me hand.'' The old man looked longingly as his non hand. 
 
 
 ``'Er, I've got an offer for you. You give me that guitar and the place for that music shop and I'll bring you back what ever it is you went in there for'' I said with a shit eating grin, yeah rat really does taste like shit. 
 
 
 `` Why should I? All I wanted was to remind people of music, give'em somethin' t' smile about.'Ard times after all.'' He was driving a hard bargain. Well hard for someone with no bargaining tool beyond a promise 
 
 
 `` Then let me do it. You ca n't afford to lose another hand can you?'' And the line worked 2/2 times. 
 
 
 `` Fine, but if I do n't'ear anything coming from around that corner I'll give less of a toss about you than I did before. Now clear off.'' The one handed wonder passed me the old guitar and pointed across the road to the old Music shop. 
 
 
 So I wondered off on my long ( spiritual ) journey to the other side of the road. What met me on the other side made me feel shut off from the rest of the world. 
 
 a shutter. 
 
 I pulled it up and crawled under, letting it fall behind me. I click was heard. I turned the tried to pull the shutter back up but the lock told me to piss off. 
 
 `` Oh well that's my luck is n't it.'' At that point I remembered, the HMV blokes! I lifted the guitar like a club and looks around. A boot stuck out from the corner. 
 
 `` Oh I see, trying to sneak are we?'' I nodded, feeling like hot shit as I spun around the corner on my heals, holding the guitar over my head, ready to strike. 
 
 But the boot belonged to a corpse, in fact two of them. Both held knifes that were lodged into the other chest and/or neck. Both killed in fighting over something. 
 
 `` Well if it's worth that then I want in.'' I picked up the round silver object in the top corpse's hand and had a look. It was an old CD player, covered in dust and scuffs but It looked to be working. I took the ear muffs off the second corpse and placed them on my own ears. I'd heard the oldie go on about these things, apparently it needed to be turned on. I found the on and presses it, a surge of power ran down the wires of the ear muff and a something happened 
 
 For the first time I heard it, music the cords of a guitar that howled like a god played into my ears through stuttering and static noise. The power flowed down my ears and thorough every nerve in my body. I was on a mix of ecstasy, electrics and death. My body was on fire, my skin burned and I wanted more. 
 
 
 The sound screamed to a halt as the CD player frizzled and died. Unable to contain that mix. 
 
 Without a word I jumped off the corpses and took as many of the CD's as I could, along with a player. I found my way to the roof and set up there, going back and forth for bits and bobs to set up something that could handling the electric cocktail. 
 
 The hours past and sun hung low in the red sky. All night had been spent on the electric cocktail mixer and it was ready. Time for the wake up call 
 
 I pulled out the first CD on the pile. 
 
 `` We will rock you? Maybe some people just enjoyed boulders back then.'' I put the geography theme anthem and turned on all the buttons I had at my disposal. 
 
 The noise was huge and rush was turned to 11 I covered my ears and smiled palm to palm as the speakers spewed durm bases and a voices singing we will we will rock you, over and over. 
 
 People heard my amazing dinn and 
 Crawled from there bombed out B & B's to see what was going on. 
 
 Some of the oldies complained but others smiled just like the one handed wonder said they would. 
 
 From that point on people did n't forget, sure some stuff should have been forgotten, maybe it reminds people of better times before music got you shot but it's worth it. And so long as I live, breath and eat dead rats I'll make sure that music keeps give people that rush. Sure this place is a shit'ole, but its my shit'ole, my noisey shit'ole now. 
 
 Because I am the rock bard of the apocalypse. 

