Miraculously, We had arrived — but to what ends? What was this dark and terrible place? How had We come to be here? And what did it all mean?!
There was but one thing certain to get to the bottom of this. We would need to dive deep, immerse ourselves so completely into the story as to fully blur the lines between subject and documentarian.
This would require Our own strange brand of PURE gonzo journalism…
Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from [Redacted] to [Redacted] … with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.” – “Raul Duke”
The neon lights and the sweet scent of decadence will lure me towards fantastic dreams this arid desert night…
Any ideas on where We are? The clues have been there… Take a guess in the comments!
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