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you’re a teenager in gubrick province on your first night out your older friends are taking you to their favorite underground club out in an old wheat field in the middle of nowhere the whole place is totally full of cigarette smoke and people in old school draag military gear. someone offers you “real MOAT aggro pills” to help you get freaky in the pit but you’re nervous so you turn them down and your friends say it’s probably cut with hella chaff anyways. the set starts and everyone gets quiet as fuck but you have no idea who’s supposed to be playing tonight so you just try to get a good spot at the back where you can see. your first thought when the headliner comes out is she’s a little old to be in a place like this. your second thought is she looks kind of like someone you used to see on tv when you were a kid. your third thought is she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. someone lights her cig for her and then she gets her gear booted up and the most insane real-sounding screaming you’ve ever heard fills the warehouse and she starts screaming over top of it and you realize she and the track sound exactly the same right before the synths kick in. the MCR ended up busting the place that night and burned it down and thank the wheat everyone got out ok but it was still the greatest night of your life
Draagwave mev making music using the samples of themself screaming during reconditioning. Got me feeling some type of shrimp emotion.
Like okay.
YEAH YEAH like in my mind palace the place draag ends up in post-escape is like a late stage cold war situation where the escape/dissolution of the black parade was a serious blow to the dictator’s regime and state control is really starting to slip so all kinds of old MOAT stuff leaks/becomes publicly available and of course they get their hands on some old tapes that sound familiar. and maybe they aren’t even 100% sure if it’s them or someone else (someone they know?) because there’s literally hundreds of years of Content made around/about them so how the fuck do they know what’s out there. but it helps in a weird way regardless
also I think in draagwave world the real sylvia is like in jail
Tell me more about dark wave dj. Do they like. Have an apartment or anything. Are they physically functional post moat everything. Like. How many fucking times have they died. Have the other members escaped also or just them
YAY I think they have died soooooo many fucking times. they are definitely deeply deeply unwell and difficult/impossible to get close to and probably mostly transient, getting collectively housed by the local alt scene who recognize a member of their community in need. a lot of crashing on couches or in barns. all their money goes to their rig, draagoshka and/or american paraphernalia and cigarettes. they find a lot of meaning in the local scene because of the collective catharsis and the way they can exorcise their demons thru noise/music/performance esp since the incomplete/partially broken reconditioning honestly makes verbal communication really fucking complicated. like they’re not totally fluent in draagoshka because they never like. Actually learned it, more had it inserted forcibly into their brain, but english doesn’t always feel quite right either (and also a lot of people don’t speak it very well). they definitely have off moments/days where they get manic or regress mentally or even get violent but they’re well known and honestly well loved in the area they end up settling in, everyone just kind of recognizes them as someone who’s been through some shit and needs to do life a little differently as a result. so even if they don’t really have Friends they have a community who protects them from the government and makes sure their needs are met. they’re happy in a way but it’s a way that is unrecognizable to most people
darkwave dj mev doesn’t drink btw they know a guy with an uncle in the states who supplies them with hella coke zeroes
draagwave mev has a nasty little clunker car whose chassis practically drags in the mud because the back bench is packed floor to ceiling with american comic books and various knicknacks (mostly advertisements, novelty items and dolls). their dj stuff rides shotgun with them hidden under a huge pile of clothes so it doesnt get stolen and the black parade uniform they wear for shows stays neatly folded in the trunk. the entire center console is one giant ashtray
they do probably write sylvia a letter in prison at least once