Last Night a DJ Took My Life!
Subcity presents: Last Night a DJ Took My Life
Friday 30th October
The Buff Club
The year is 3015. Things are pretty shit.
After the collapse of Earth's interstellar uplink in 2985, the dark ages began. The three decades that followed were a waking nightmare, as people took to the streets in protest against the draconian regime of Earth-President/DJ Anne Droid. In response, the government declared a state of emergency and seized control of all mainstream media sources. The curfews got stricter and the punishments harsher as more and more of the people's freedoms were revoked and nobody was able to speak up in their defence.
Earth year 2995 marked the dawn of a new horizon. It started as a faint crackle on the airwaves which grew to a great cacophony as Subcity Radio found its form. At last the people had a voice.
The year is 3015. You wander the streets of Glasgow looking for a place you're not sure exists. Staggering through a mess of debris and deprivation, you trace the neon-lit streets in your mind looking for the right path. Eventually you come across an image you've seen before; almost a circle but not quite. You approach the door and a figure moves towards you from the shadows. A harsh voice croaks the word 'Password?' and you stumble over your response. 'Now is not a time for nerves', you think to yourself as you stutter 'f-f-free- freeform or death'. The doors open.
Inside you find a den of carnal pleasures; the underground resistance to a culture of repression. Revellers release their inhibitions to electronic grooves and sonic textures that before this point you could only dream of hearing. This is what it feels like to be free.
The euphoria is short lived, however, as a creeping sense of dread flows throughout your body. Something is amiss. This fear is an almost physical sensation. You question your sanity as you try to fight the phobia.
Something is amiss...
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