CH. 1. Alex was here
Leaving the train station, Murdoc, Russel, and 2D headed for the tall building where they were going to perform. The streets were filthy and resembled a ghetto. 2D was quite frightened by this and stuck rather close to Mudds and Russ, like anyone would dare try to mug Murdoc and Russel. They stopped behind a brick building to rest and figure out where the hell they were headed. "Where's Noods?" asked 2D.
"Dunno" Russel replied.
"Look at this 'ere mates!" Murdoc said. He was pointing to a poster with a picture of a floating piece of land with trees and windmill that was on top of it. It read:
WANTED A FLYING PIECE OF LAND WITH A WINDMILL ON IT DESTROY ON FIRST SIGHT.
SIGNED: John blah….. They all trailed off after his name. "Look, is that Feel God Inc.?" 2D stammered. "Aren't ya s'posed ta 'feel good' 'ere?"
"Honestly dullard!" Murdoc said. "It's a fucking rhetorical name. When they say feel good, they don't mean damn rainbows and flowers, like wut ya used to, they mean money, booze, and drugs!" and with that they were off to the tall wasteland of drugs, violence, and, of course, where all great music is bound to begin! The inside of the building, on the lower level, had only filthy room with a lift in the center.
"Ahh, man look…club level" Russel said pressing the third highest grime covered button.