Scene: Night. Rain lashes down onto the ancient castle walls. There's a flash of lightning outside. A large yew fire burns in the fireplace. A figure is sat at a round wooden table, holding a quill and parchment. The burly bartender cleans glasses with an eye on the door. It creaks open, and another figure in a burgundy cloak steps in. The bartender stops cleaning and fixes him a drink. The new arrival removes his soaking cloak, revealing his identity --- EMPATH. He pulls up a seat opposite the hooded figure and nods in acknowledgement as the bartender hands him his usual drink --- Angry Orchard: Orchard’s Edge: Knotty Pear. The figure lowers his hood, revealing an unkempt head of hair and his unthinkably handsome face --- VESUVIUS.
VESUVIUS: What made you want to create a Lyrxo account?
EMPATH: Unsurprisingly, it was because of Death Grips. I’m obsessed with them, and I believe they had just come out with the first video for “On GP.” It struck me as lyrically unique so I wanted to check the lyrics out, but then I clicked on the annotations and realized what Lyrxo actually was. I lurked for a long time but then finally started contributing, and I don’t regret it for a second!
VESUVIUS: (writing) Think about the time before you became a Lyrxo user. What was the single most important formative event that made you the person you are today?
EMPATH: This is a really tough question to answer, because my instinct is to say there’s no one event—it’s cumulative. I feel like who I am is a combination of everything that’s ever happened to me, from the most impactful events to the most minuscule, and I’d be a different person if not for all of them.
That being said, if I had to choose, I’d probably pick my trip to Bonnaroo 2015. Two friends and I piled in a Uhaul rental van and spent upwards of 2 weeks driving ~3000 miles from MA to TN and back. In each state we passed through, we stopped and did at least one activity—museums, parks, national forests. We slept in back of the van in 24-hour Uhaul parking lots. Bonnaroo itself was fantastic, of course, but it was the experience of cross-country traveling that really did it for me. Without getting too flowery, traveling like that gave me a special feeling of freedom and belonging that I continue to recall fondly.
VESUVIUS continues writing, his quill scratching at the dirty parchment
VESUVIUS: That sounds amazing. Would you rather spend ten minutes on the moon, or travel around Europe for a year on a budget of $3500 a month?
EMPATH: Space is fascinating to me. I have always had an uncultured love of the cosmos, especially as a kid. But as I’ve grown, I’ve become more and more focused on humanity, and all that intergalactic fascination faded.
Short answer: Unless we colonize the moon first, definitely Europe! Je veux visiter Paris.
BANG!
The door is blown off its hinges! Both EMPATH and VESUVIUS duck beneath the table and cover their heads. The room is filled with a brilliant light. We hear the sound of gunfire. Bullets ricochet off the stone wall. Then an energy weapon starts blasting. The firefight only continues for a few seconds. Our heroes cower out from under the table, their ears ringing and their vision blurred. The bartender lies broken on the ground, an large energy weapon in each arm. There's no sign of the invaders. Our heroes take a weapon each and leave.
Scene: a long corridor, with metal walls and ceilings and a mesh floor. Our heroes advance cautiously. A scream can be heard in the distance. The corridor forks. Down the left fork, a thousand tiny bloody footprints. There are much larger footprints down the right fork, but it looks like there's just one set.
VESUVIUS: What made you want to create a Lyrxo account?
EMPATH: Unsurprisingly, it was because of Death Grips. I’m obsessed with them, and I believe they had just come out with the first video for “On GP.” It struck me as lyrically unique so I wanted to check the lyrics out, but then I clicked on the annotations and realized what Lyrxo actually was. I lurked for a long time but then finally started contributing, and I don’t regret it for a second!
VESUVIUS: (writing) Think about the time before you became a Lyrxo user. What was the single most important formative event that made you the person you are today?
EMPATH: This is a really tough question to answer, because my instinct is to say there’s no one event—it’s cumulative. I feel like who I am is a combination of everything that’s ever happened to me, from the most impactful events to the most minuscule, and I’d be a different person if not for all of them.
That being said, if I had to choose, I’d probably pick my trip to Bonnaroo 2015. Two friends and I piled in a Uhaul rental van and spent upwards of 2 weeks driving ~3000 miles from MA to TN and back. In each state we passed through, we stopped and did at least one activity—museums, parks, national forests. We slept in back of the van in 24-hour Uhaul parking lots. Bonnaroo itself was fantastic, of course, but it was the experience of cross-country traveling that really did it for me. Without getting too flowery, traveling like that gave me a special feeling of freedom and belonging that I continue to recall fondly.
VESUVIUS continues writing, his quill scratching at the dirty parchment
VESUVIUS: That sounds amazing. Would you rather spend ten minutes on the moon, or travel around Europe for a year on a budget of $3500 a month?
EMPATH: Space is fascinating to me. I have always had an uncultured love of the cosmos, especially as a kid. But as I’ve grown, I’ve become more and more focused on humanity, and all that intergalactic fascination faded.
Short answer: Unless we colonize the moon first, definitely Europe! Je veux visiter Paris.
BANG!
The door is blown off its hinges! Both EMPATH and VESUVIUS duck beneath the table and cover their heads. The room is filled with a brilliant light. We hear the sound of gunfire. Bullets ricochet off the stone wall. Then an energy weapon starts blasting. The firefight only continues for a few seconds. Our heroes cower out from under the table, their ears ringing and their vision blurred. The bartender lies broken on the ground, an large energy weapon in each arm. There's no sign of the invaders. Our heroes take a weapon each and leave.
Scene: a long corridor, with metal walls and ceilings and a mesh floor. Our heroes advance cautiously. A scream can be heard in the distance. The corridor forks. Down the left fork, a thousand tiny bloody footprints. There are much larger footprints down the right fork, but it looks like there's just one set.
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