theme songs and background osts

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Heyo, dear Umbra~ here's yet another game, this one might take a bit more writing though.

so the basis is, I provide a song (of any theme or genre or type) and the next person is to write what sort of scene or character the songs fit for. it doesn't have to be a long sprawling paragraph but, say its a battle theme, try to provide what the sides would be fighting for and why under who's rule. you can keep it simple. after you describe the scenario it's your turn to provide a song for the next person to write for, and on and on it'll go!

the first song will be
 
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(So this song gave me major 'Suck Punch' vibes. Does anyone even remember that movie?)

It all happened so fast that Lei had no idea how she got to this place. She was there and now she was here, and she had no idea how that happened. All she knew was that she was armed, and it felt like she was staring down a into an army worth of men, fighting some war she had no idea about. Where did it come from and why was she here? Either way, she knew, innately, that she was fighting for what was right, and her task was a hard limit to do the right thing.

Staring down into the legion of too many people, all ready to take her life to preserve their own in whatever need they needed to see filled with violence, she tightened the grip on the sword in her hands... a sword? Really? This wasn't going to work very well on these clearly modern soldiers, but she would have to make due for now. She turned to look over her shoulder. That was a relief, albeit small, when she saw an army on its own behind her, awaiting her commands. She knew that she was doing what was right, and she knew that she would win, because in the end, the light would always survive.

The bloodshed that followed needs no details... and Lei, as she stood over a littany of injured warriors on her side, knew that they had won this battle. And that if she managed to command these fighters into such a gory scene, that she could do so again and again until this war was over.

The odd thing was, a moment later, she was sitting in her bedroom. It looked like it had before, like she hadn't even been gone a second. She put on her headset. MMO's were a rush to play, but whatever just happened was better than anything she ever felt before. So she went searching. That's when she found a game that had her honest-to-god likeness, leading a battle against the vicious Army of the Night. It was totally going to be worth the sixty dollars she had to spend. She fought a battle, and she knew she could win the war.

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Hope that was alright. I know that a lot of people don't like the 'it was all a dream' or in this case 'it was all a game' idea, but what if it wasn't a game. What if the battle-version was the real person, and she was playing a different simulation, like a battle hardened badass playing Sims to have a more chill life?

Anyway, this song is more contemporary, but I'm sure one of you will find something awesome to turn it into, so here it is:
 
A rugged looking man in his sixties, skulked in the shadows of the towering buildings of the city. It was past midnight, the moon, a barely there crescent high in the sky. Flicking his tired gaze up at the sleek black car that pulled up across the street. Three men in slick black suits got out and made their way into the building.

He waited several minutes before he crossed the street, his ragged, dark brown duster flipping through the wind as he continued after his prey. With each confident step, memories flooded through his mind. Of a beautiful woman, who laid upon the bed they once shared, pock marked with bullet holes and pools of crimson. This fueled him. Urged him on..

That had been decades ago... He's almost done.

Almost...

 
Hopefully reading the text synchs up to the movements in the track...

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It was a cold and soulless city, humming like a sleek machine beneath a perpetual cloud-blackened sky. It was a sunless hellscape of metal towers and symmetrical streets. One could not even distinguish between day and night in this place, and the system had been set up so that one did not really need to.

(1:16)

People, if you could call them that, went about their business like clockwork, their movements aided by cybernetic attachments that gave them all the information they needed to perform their duties and maintain their fragile bodies. Automated patrol units moved among them, clad in shimmering white composite plating. They scanned constantly for defective implants or unauthorized modifications. In the sky, small bird-like surveillance drones did the same on a broader scale.

But among these shimmering white eyes in the sky, there was an errant pattern. A tiny bat-like creature of both steel and flesh weaved and darted between the oblivious aerial cameras, recording everything below with a single glowing eye. So focused on the ground were the other drones that they had no instructions for how to respond to an unidentified flying object such as this one.

(2:55)

This was a drone of a different kind, programmed by a different master, and to this unnamed master it swiftly returned, swooping down to street level, over the heads of the uncaring streetwalkers, and into a dark and narrow alleyway where the master awaited.

(3:30)

He was a gruesome thing to gaze upon. He bore no implant and thus no connection to the network. His yellow slitted eyes saw the world directly as it was; a feeding ground. His cold grey lips curled into a predatory sneer, revealing the pointed fangs beneath just as his bat-shaped drone returned to its docking port behind his left shoulder.

The master raised his arms to inspect the gleaming steel claws that had been fused to his radius and ulna. Cut off from the network that fed distracting pleasures to the masses, this bitter once-human creature had shaped his body into a weapon of war, and now it was time for the war to begin.

One by one, unsuspecting humans were grasped and pulled from their path, clutched violently by a fearsome creature they had never before imagined as he ripped the implants from their heads and glared furiously into their eyes.

Those weak of mind went limp under his gaze, and he cast them aside. Those whose eyes showed a familiar spark, he held up in the air, and breathed into their open mouths a noxious fume that made them come alive with atavistic rage.

(5:55)

The city soon surged and pulsed with the master's creations. Freed from their cybernetic shackles they ran on instinct, swarming and tearing apart the plastic automata that had controlled them for so long. Reason, control, and remorse were no longer concepts they understood. The trap had been broken, and they were free.

The system struggled to contain the insurrection, but its components were aging and failing. There had been so long an orderly peace that there had been no more need for maintenance of these control systems. Neither could they properly adapt to the emerging situation, for which they had no model.

(7:13)

Reason, control, and remorse were gone. And in their wake, the city burned. Blood ran through the streets, pooling around the wreckage of discarded and destroyed electronics. The city had stopped functioning. There was no more movement, save for the wild and erratic roaming of the victorious barbarians.

(7:50)

From his new throne atop the tallest luxury tower, the victorious master gazed out with cold eyes over the flames and destruction that covered his new conquest. He was king of the ashes, and it tasted much the same. Lifting his pained yellow eyes from the ruins below to the cloud-blackened skies above, he rasped through blood-stained fangs, "Is this all there is?"

(8:20)

In his hand, the master clutched a long bloody dagger; the misericorde with which he had put the city's previous master out of his misery. Gazing out over the smog-yellow horizon, the new master's dark silhouette flinched for only a moment, lurching as he drove the blade firmly into his own heart.

And he tumbled silently forward, out of the grand bay window, to rejoin the filth below that were his only ever true family.

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I'm a sucker for Zelda, and for beautiful voices, and this one has both. Someone please put this to words...