Ok, I'm going to pretend that last story never happened. That was in the past. New things are happening. Like, late 2016, whaaaaaaat?
I'm going to stop talking.
Once upon a beat...rhythm sprung up, in the embodiment of four beings. One, using the beat to conflict what came at it with a punch or kick, another, helping it's allies by cleaving it's enemies apart with a blade. The latter of them, one who waited carefully along the scale, and launched when ready. Last but not least, the only one who still exists in it's original orientation today, the one who bounds across the night, scattering stars across the sky. All but one of them have gone through several incarnations and interpretations throughout thousands of years, growing more and more distant from each other, but still share one purpose, to carry out a task within the rhythm. Still used today, even, almost everyone works, plays, and cooperates as a community, with the beat conjoining us all. Whether you're hitting baseballs out into space, or stepping in sync with the offbeat, laboring in the factory, or even playing basketball, we keep the beat together.
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Oh me? Well, all I do is run a local cafe.