Chapter 12

We arrived at the Old Zootopia Airfield, which no longer has flights. A massive stage was set up, even bigger than Powerwolf's stage.

"Alright," I said, "It's official: We are the biggest band in the world."

"We already have the highest selling album of all time," Revi said.

"and we only just released it today," said Weaselton.

We recorded our first album not too long ago. It was titled Raseri. It had contained 17 songs and was 78 minutes long. The album cover featured each member on it. Revi was burning a church, Duke was riding a firework, Palmer was pretending to be an evil wizard, Winston was surfing with an Australian flag, Lizzy was raging while doing the horns, and I was standing atop a pedestal and singing into the sky. All of this was against a backdrop of the Zootopia skyline. Each band member had a part with the song writing. Most songs were in English, but some were in Norwegian. Songs contained on the album included "Flamethrower to a Church" (written by Revi), "Red Rocket Roller Coaster" (Written by Weaselton), "Epic Raging Thrasher Basher" (written by Lizzy), "Don't fuck with Down Under," (written by Winston), "Evil Fucking Wizard" (written by Palmer), "Mustelid Metal Maniac" (written by me), and, of course, "The Battle of Savanna Central" as the closing song.

Immediately after we got back from the battle, we released "The Battle of Savanna Central." It went 100x platinum within 30 seconds. It has been number one everywhere in the world for the last few weeks. We then announced an album release show at the Old Zootopia Airfield. All 5 million tickets sold out within a second, and completely dwarfed the Powerwolf show (they will also play a show here later, with 500,000 in attendance but still smaller than our show). and the concert will be broadcast on TV around the world as well. Angus McFluff is now our manager while Dashley is our booking agent (and also recently engaged to Honey Badger). Everyone loves me now and I am also the most popular kid in school as well. Corey also finally reunited with his friends and they continue to watch Hentai but this time in his room.

"All-fucking-righty," said Palmer, "biggest fucking concert ever."

"And even more watching on TV," said Lizzy.

"The same population of Sydney," said Winston.

We walked back to our dressing room, which was in a trailer. The rest of my family was also hanging out there. Emmitt was wearing an Arch Enemy shirt, Ashkii was wearing a Hemorrhoidal Malfunction hoodie, Corey was wearing a Babymetal shirt, while Piper was wearing her soccer uniform and a Battle Beast hat.

"Holy shit Alister," said Emmitt, "you really are doing this aren't you."

"I'm so proud of you," said Ashkii, "and so is everyone."

"Give em Helvete," said Corey (that has been our band's catchphrase and also the title of our opening track).

"You fucking rock," said Piper.

We then performed our soundcheck and walked backstage to hang out before our show started. We all had our instruments with us. I was wearing black shorts along with my Otter Ogan shirt, Weaselton was shirtless and had athletic shorts, Revi was wearing her battle vest and had spiked clothing all over and corpse paint, Lizzy was wearing a Death Angel shirt and ripped jeans with a Megadeth patch on them, Winston was wearing a Barkway Drive shirt an Australian flag underwear with no pants, and Palmer was wearing a black robe like Zargothrax.

A skunk then trundled backstage.

"Alright," said the skunk, "Pels Raseri, you will be onstage in 60 seconds."

"Fuck yes!" We all shouted.

We stood near the entrance to the stage while our intro played. We all huddled into each other.

"Pels Raseri is life," I said, "now break it down on three, ONE TWO THREE!"

"GIVE EM HELVETE!"

We walked onstage one at a time and took our places. Revi then hit a cymbal a few times and the curtain dropped. We looked out as we started to play "Give em Helvete". The crowd was even louder than we were. It stretched so far back I couldn't even see the end of it. I pranced around the stage with multitudinous energy as I sang and screamed the lyrics to the song.

"Give em Helvete!" I sang "Show them what the fuck you're made of!"

The entire crowd cheered for us and there were 2,000 mosh pits as well. Weaselton had extreme amounts of energy and pretended to swordfight his guitar with Lizzy's bass (Weaselton plays right-handed, while Winston and Lizzy both play left-handed). Lizzy was all over the stage, climbing as high as possible sometimes. Winston was continuously throwing picks into the crowd. Palmer had a treadmill that he walked on while he played his epic keyboard. Revi had a 50-piece drumkit that she played and had 5 different bass drums. It was also attached to a gyroscopic contraption that spun her in the air as she played. There were also ramps everywhere onstage that we all continued to run on and jump off. We also had epic proportions of pyrotechnics, even more than a Rammstein concert. The crowd kept crowd surfing. My family watched from the side of the stage. Impressed. I saw many familiar faces in the crowd. Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde were front row. Travis, Gideon, Finnick, Lionheart, Bogo, and Clawhauser were all there as well, as I noticed all of them crowd surfing (and there was A LOT of crowd surfing). I even saw Jason Elkley in the mosh pit (he is now converted to a metalhead) and Flash the sloth forming the slowest circle pit ever.

We played our entire album but not in order. We also did a bunch of cover songs (including "The Trooper" by Iron Marten and "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallicat). and a lot of stage banter to keep the crowd engaged. I even invited a Sable to stage dive while we performed "Epic Raging Thrasher Basher". We managed to get a two-hour set in, including the encore.

We walked backstage during the encore to get some water and dry the sweat off and soon walked back onstage. Our first song of the encore was "Flamethrower to a Church," which had the most fire of any song (I almost got burned from the pyro). We continued our encore as the crowd continued to go crazy.

"ALL FUCKING RIGHT ZOOTOPIA!" I screamed into the microphone, "We are Pels Raseri!"

The whole crowd cheered

"On rhythm guitar!" I said, "Winston Trundleby!"

Cheering followed.

"On the bass!" I screamed, "Lizzy Slapdon!"

More cheering.

"On keyboards!" I shouted, "Palmer Dulap."

Even more cheering.

"On the drums!" I yelled, "Revi Hedensk!"

Yet even more cheering.

"On lead guitar!" I bellowed, "Duke Weaselton!"

The cheering continued.

"And on lead vocals. Me, Alister Otterton!"

The crowd cheered the loudest for that one.

"Now!" I shouted, "DO YOU WANNA HEAR ONE MORE FUCKING SONG!"

Everyone cheered.

"All fucking right! This one is called 'The Battle of Savanna Central'!"

The crowd cheered the loudest they ever did for the night as we kicked into the song. I got chills just thinking about performing this for the first time since the battle, but soon got through. The entire crowd was moving and mosh pits were everywhere. There were also a complete fuckton of crowd surfers. Pyro was going off everywhere and we were running around the stage. We also brought out Ashkii for the Hurdy-Gurdy solo. On the big screen behind us, live footage of our performance was interspersed with footage of the battle. We finally finished playing the song and took our final bows in front of 5 million screaming fans. A firework finale played as we did so, and eventually walked back to the stage.

"Holy fucking shit!" I said, "I can't believe we really fucking did that."

"I fucking love you so much!" Emmitt said, as he ran up and hugged me.

"Fucking rager!" Corey said.

We went back to the trailer to cool down. There, we met Dashley.

"Hey everyone," she said, "I got some news for you."

"Do tell," Weaselton said.

"You have been booked on a world tour," she said, "It will be the biggest tour ever."

"Holy shit!" Revi said, "fuck yes we are doing this world tour."

"And that's not all," she said, "but we've also booked you a permanent residency at the Zoo2 Arena. You will be performing there once a month. Sometimes even twice a month!"

"Oh shit!" we all shouted. The Zoo2 arena actually has decent sound, due to the use of curtains.

"But for now," said Dashley, "enjoy your band."

The rest of my family walked in.

"I heard the news as well!" Ashkii said, "I'm very proud!"

"Fuck yes!" said Piper.

"Fucking epic!" said Corey!

"Hell to the fucking yes!" said Ashkii.

"It is so great to be in the band with all of you," I said to my bandmates.

"This is my fucking life!" Weaselton said.

"Jeg kunne dø for denne dritten!" said Revi in Norwegian.

"We fucking raged," said Lizzy.

"Oh fuck yes!" said Palmer.

"This is so much fucking better than my old band," Winston said.

We leaned into huddle.

"All fucking right," I said, "on my count, ONE TWO THREE!"

"PELS RASERI FOREVER!"

We raised our fists in the air.

Oh, how fucking awesome is this life.

The End

No animals were harmed in the making of this.