Chapter twenty seven: you are cordially invited!
Translation:
- Image one: We welcome SAMAEL, the Friday headliner
- Image two: We welcome DESTRUCTION, the Saturday headliner
- Goro: Total destruction...
- Image three: Come celebrate with us, he is already five years old this year!!!
And now for the narration.
Kapitola 27 - SRDEČNĚ VÁS ZVEME!
Chapter 27 - YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED!
Together we have come this far. The chronicle concludes and all that remains is to cordially invite everyone the fifth anniversary installment, welcome our headliners as well as all the other bands and enjoy the festivities.
The year is 2013.
It is entirely possible that when you shall read this comic, the MG CDF vol.5 will already be a thing of the past. What lies ahead? We endeavored to look:
From the bowels of a transport zeppelin emerges a completely set-up and sound-checked boat-stage, ready for the band Bloody Past in Jolly Bag. This worldwide star of really core-skunk however delays with the kick-off of their performance, until the founding fathers Goro and Ondra take their honorary seats in the middle of the central platform directly opposite the stage. Both elders welcome the cheering crowds, although the fans on the northern platform are beginning to chant “Get-it-on”. This ritual cry in a language long forgotten has become a tradition on all events organized in BBC (Bohemian Bowl County), though only few fans today understand it.
The performance begins with a holographic intro, projected onto the refreshment tables of seated fans, as well as screened on a historic plasma display for all the orthodox conservatives, gathered in the Tortharry-oldskull-zone. This huge screen is one of the last functional ones in the whole world, which underscores the prestigious nature of the festival.
The first electromagnetic pulse finds its way to the implanted headphones of the die-hard aficionados as well as to the removable earphones of the guests. The stage slowly begins to move and its bow ripples the surface of Loch Brod Sky. Shortly thereafter, the band appears on the stage and cheering of the crowds knows no bounds.
The boatstage gradually encircles the whole lake, so that fans on each gallery can see the band up close and stops during the second round in front of the Tortharry-oldskull. The soundproof zone opens its front wall and the mild June evening is filled with 27dB monumental tones, related from the stage to the MetalGate Non Virtual Sound System via Yellowtooth technology.
The small group of living witnesses of the past times, accompanied by offspring from several generations, slowly begins to dance…
The year is 2083.