THE YEAR WAS 1999...

Okay, so starting a band was probably one of the best and worst decisions of your life.

You wouldn't trade making music for anything, of course, but your bandmates were all idiots, meaning in you were alone in the middle of some metal event with no idea where the hell they went.

As you weave through the crowd, you suddenly bump into a short man wearing a strange mask. He grunts as you collide with each other, but otherwise doesn't say anything.