Most people have five senses. I have four.
They said I’d never enjoy music, but I loved EDM. I couldn’t hear the melody, but I could feel the bass.
The DJ had made a pact, and listeners descended into madness. They tore each other apart to appease a dead god. I was unaffected and deaf to their screams.
The ritual failed, the DJ’s life was forfeit. The god admired in me what others saw as a flaw. It offered a new pact. It would write the melodies, I would reap their souls.
I’ll see you at my first show.
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Bradley Ramsey
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This is EPIC!! Hahah what!!??! How do u think of this stuff?
The New Pact" hints at a transformative and significant shift, both in the narrative and potentially in the broader context it represents. A pact is a powerful symbol of an agreement, a promise, or a binding commitment, and the addition of "new" suggests a departure from the old, a fresh beginning, or a reimagining of established norms.