The Fall

There was once a majestic, glittering, peaceful getaway, inhabited by a small community of like-minded people. This pure sanctuary was a wonderful place, it was called MSI. But now it lies in ruins, an untouchable wasteland, where no living thing dares to go. How did it get into such a mess you may ask, well i have a theory...

a long time ago, in a term long since gone, there was an innocent little boy, called Callum Mitchell, this innocent boy was looking for adventure, something new, so he decided to go traveling the mountains of music-that-is-not-on-the-radio. He had heard stories of a golden palace high up in the mountains, from the village's arrogant music-fiend, Jack W. After only a short climb he stumbled upon a place, one were you could get away from everything, rebel, he had found MSI.

it didn't take long for the location of this perfect land to spread around the small, dull, dusty group of friends that Callum had, but it couldn't last forever. Soon, the last adventurer would make a fatal mistake, one that would bring ruin to this temple of awesomeness, Tim Sherrington Kenyon... would sing.

This seems harmless enough, just a little preaching about the wondrous, fruitful lands of MSI couldn't even hurt a fly, well you're wrong. One day, as Tim was reminding himself of the clean, beautiful land of MSI, someone overheard, someone became curious, someone wanted to come into this pool of epic, but it would be the destruction of a world, Phil became aware to the glory of MSI.

After a long, in-depth search, Phil found his way into this land. The walls crumbled into dust, flowers withered and died, the fall of MSI, was in full swing. The ground was torn open and a roar of static and radio music poured out into this land. This untouched plateau had become, COMMON KNOWLEDGE.

The few survivors of this apocalyptic event grouped together, and formed a small, temporary shelter just outside of the sanctuary of MSI, which had know turned into a raging storm. They watched in despair as the pillars that held up their very lives fell into the sands of despair, there was fire, and then, nothing...

For what seemed like an era these lost travelers wandered the mountains, cold and forgotten. Suddenly, out of the distance a light shone through the choking smoke of failure. they slowly stumbled forwards, desperately crawling towards this one beacon of hope.

The light became blinding, the travelers walking carefully now, they could no longer hear or feel the storm. the light slowly dimmed, to reveal a massive cavern of safety and eternity. These travelers had stumbled into the harmonic cave of - old MCR.