Bring That Beat Back (GDR)

In the twilight of a time, whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness. A being without a name, faceless and obscure, part presence, part idea. Dormant sounds awaiting a crowd. Beats of radical acts... Disobedience, non-compliance spread among the people. At first fearful, then defiant, as the legend grows. Whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams to empower the music of the people. In this place at about this time, you got two turntables and a microphone. This world needs a brand new freedom. Be the freedom, be the hope, even if it makes you blind. Be the light. In a land scarred by divisions, separated by borders, armed with nothing but vinyl, you are a DJ. Music brought us together, only to tear us apart - moving from region to region, you bring the music of the people to the people, sowing seeds of discontent, propagating rebellion, and bringing people together. Cut up records like a samurai warrior as you move through the regions of what used to be a country, before he divided us, before we divided ourselves: from the Heartland to Isle Neon, Mt. Rock to The AM and Urbania. Leave your fists at home, violence is for suckers.