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by Osriyan Crypt » Tue February 27th, 2007, 7:04 pm
A long time ago, before Black Sabbath reigned, crisis arose and destroyed a small town called Osriy. A village that was a days crawl from Pantera, TX. Packed away in an underground crypt, buried beneath the old Shell Station were the germinated seeds of future destruction. Growing fast, they were thirsting for power and mean, unbridled energy. Sruggleing to not kill each other in their small confines, they busted out of the crypt and plundered along in search of their calling. It was a heavy sound, barely above a whisper, that only they could hear. They crawled and screamed their way for 17 and a half days until they passed out from the intense heat that they were drawn to. As Dimebag shook them awake, Vinnie was their to present them each with the tools to ease the pain. To Bryant, a small phallic device with a bulbous head attached to scream his passion into and release it from his loins. To Logan, ancient percussion artifacts to beat and destroy until his pain subsided. To Kevin, a 4 stringed piece of wood that allowed him to stroke and eventually keep a cadence, thereby easing his anger, but only a bit. And finally to Little Joe, Dimebag took him by the hand and added his name to the contract with Satan giving him full authority and Power to created awesome music on whatever device he chose to pick up, most notably a 6 string V-shaped piece of wood, that unbeknownst to him, came from his father, whom he had never met or was even aware of, Randy Rhoads. Once Vinnie was done, Lightning struck and rain poured and without hesitation beautiful, harsh, powerful musical fusion was achieved. And that was good!