Many tumultuous happenings had occured amongst the great death metal band Dethklok over the past few years. The power of the Doomstar had been unleashed, killing off nearly all of their major adversaries. Murderface had awakened from his coma with almost zero problems. The band's two subsequent albums had been getting rave reviews from professional and amateur critics alike. They had performed at every single festival on the European summer metal festival circuit, from big to small. They even performed at a limited-access VIP event on the moon! It seemed as if nothing could stop the juggernaut known as Dethklok.
However, things got shaky later on. Toki was sick of always playing second fiddle (or second guitar, in this case) to Skwisgaar, so he quit the band, permanently moved back to Norway, and started his own band there. After a long series of arguments with the other band members, Murderface ended up being fired from Dethklok... for real, this time. He then decided to devote all of his efforts to Planet Piss. And then Pickles went away on a Snakes 'n' Barrels Mega-Reunion Original Lineup tour, and never came back.
Nathan and Skwisgaar were all that remained of the band. Now, this wouldn't be much of a problem in a studio situation, as Nathan and Skwisgaar did pretty much everything on the albums. However, they were left without a drummer, so they had to program the drums for their next EP. This brought them many negative reviews, saying that it was not the same without Pickles. At that time, the fate of the band was very uncertain.
One night in Mordhaus, Nathan was trying to write some brutal lyrics for the forthcoming album. But he was having a lot of trouble. "Hmmm..." he said to himself. "Summoning giant monsters... Nope, we've already got 'Awaken'... Bondage... No, that's 'Castratikron'... Heritage... We've already got 'Bloodlines'... We can't do Vikings 'cause we've done 'The Lost Vikings'..."
"And I can'ts thinks about any riffs we hasn'ts already dones befores," Skwisgaar lamented, picking away at his Gibson Explorer guitar.
"Come on, Skwisgaar," Charles Foster Ofdensen said. "The new album's supposed to be out by November, and you two have barely made any progress."
"Yeah, well, I'm busting my f*guitar noise*in' brain here trying to come up with new lyrics," Nathan said. "Come on, Skwisgaar. Help a guy out!"
"I... I can'ts," Skwisgaar said. He looked Nathan square in the eyes. "I thinks... I thinks... we ams runs out of ideas."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The resulting negative reply from Nathan shook the floors, broke several expensive and highly elaborate light fixtures, and could be heard from outside the walls of Mordhaus. The guard wolves held their paws over their ears and whimpered in fear of how loud Nathan's cry was.
"You've run out of ideas? That's not true," said Charles. "You still have to write about..." He paused for a moment, thinking about what Dethklok hadn't written about yet. Finally, he turned to them and said, "I guess you really have run out of ideas."
"F*guitar noise*s," Skwisgaar said. "Now what ams we supsosed to do? Our twenty-fives years annvisersary ams comings soon. How ams we supsosed do so somethings metals enough?"
"I don't know," Nathan said darkly. "We'll just have to wait and see."
*A/N - Updated to include Charles earlier and to write Nathan/Skwisgaar closer to character.*