Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
You decide today is the day to go sell your rap demo tape to the record store. Your rap group is called the "Midnight Terror Crew" or MTC for short. You often times scrawl onto bathroom stalls in permanent marker, "MTC 4 Life". People read it and obviously have no idea what it means, but soon everybody will know. You will become a world famous rapper and spread your pain from city to city and corrupt the youth to follow you and your insane credo.
Your rap name is "Dusk", the others in your group are "Ghost" and "Uncle Soda". The bad thing is, before you have even hit any of the music charts, the Midnight Terror Crew has fallen on some hard times. Ghost is actually dead. He was a buddy of yours who loved to rap, drink booze and smoke rock. After one night of crazy partying, Ghost found his way to the train tracks and was run over by a speeding locomotive as he attempted to throw the train off the tracks with telekinetic powers he apparently thought he had. He was your best friend and you always remember him by mentioning him in your raps or using some of his old rap recordings in your songs.
The only living member of your rap group is Uncle Soda. Now Uncle Soda doesn't have quite the same vices as Ghost. Instead of booze and drugs, his addiction is caffienated beverages and retro video games. In fact, it's all he raps about. It's hard for you to convey your lyrical messages of hatred, pain and murder when Uncle Soda busts in with a chorus about the bubbliness of Mountain Dew. Yet, he is your only friend in the world and you need him mainly because he is a big guy and will defend you when people inevitably try to harm you for insulting their race, religion, political ideology, and mothers.
First stop is Uncle Sodas apartment. You pick him up and he hauls his big ass into your jeep.
"Wassup Cody, we goin hooker hunting today?"
"Nah bro, We're going to the record store. I finally finished our demo tape, MTC is going to be put on the map today."
"Are you serious Cody? They are gonna laugh in our faces, we're terrible!" It's annoying that Uncle Soda has no faith in the band.
"Shut up man...Your the reason we suck; I mean... Uncle Soda? Your a clown! Thats not even a real rap name!"
"Oooooh ok DUSK! Your so dark and scary! Oooooo, we are all terrified of what your gonna do!"
"Whatever man...We are gettin our big break today."
You and Uncle Soda pull into the record store and walk in.
Your rap name is "Dusk", the others in your group are "Ghost" and "Uncle Soda". The bad thing is, before you have even hit any of the music charts, the Midnight Terror Crew has fallen on some hard times. Ghost is actually dead. He was a buddy of yours who loved to rap, drink booze and smoke rock. After one night of crazy partying, Ghost found his way to the train tracks and was run over by a speeding locomotive as he attempted to throw the train off the tracks with telekinetic powers he apparently thought he had. He was your best friend and you always remember him by mentioning him in your raps or using some of his old rap recordings in your songs.
The only living member of your rap group is Uncle Soda. Now Uncle Soda doesn't have quite the same vices as Ghost. Instead of booze and drugs, his addiction is caffienated beverages and retro video games. In fact, it's all he raps about. It's hard for you to convey your lyrical messages of hatred, pain and murder when Uncle Soda busts in with a chorus about the bubbliness of Mountain Dew. Yet, he is your only friend in the world and you need him mainly because he is a big guy and will defend you when people inevitably try to harm you for insulting their race, religion, political ideology, and mothers.
First stop is Uncle Sodas apartment. You pick him up and he hauls his big ass into your jeep.
"Wassup Cody, we goin hooker hunting today?"
"Nah bro, We're going to the record store. I finally finished our demo tape, MTC is going to be put on the map today."
"Are you serious Cody? They are gonna laugh in our faces, we're terrible!" It's annoying that Uncle Soda has no faith in the band.
"Shut up man...Your the reason we suck; I mean... Uncle Soda? Your a clown! Thats not even a real rap name!"
"Oooooh ok DUSK! Your so dark and scary! Oooooo, we are all terrified of what your gonna do!"
"Whatever man...We are gettin our big break today."
You and Uncle Soda pull into the record store and walk in.