Endless Setlist

I’m not exactly a Rock Band nerd. I don’t own the game and I have never purchased any Guitar rhythm based game to date. Still, I somehow managed to play enough to end up in a band - T3h Secks Daganome. We unlocked the endless setlist last week and ended up in my basement to conquer the beast.

Because we are all so amazingly awesome, the beginning was really smooth. No failures, no near failures, and no sucking; just awesomeness. In fact, we rocked so hard that we made it over 30 songs in before things started south. At about song 31, everyone in the world decided  they needed to call/text/pester us. The constant pausing for cell phones caused much facepalming. Although, the crisis eventually concluded.

At song 40 things started to get really interesting. We lost our main drummer just as we hit the hardest songs. Not to mention fatigue was setting in. It was a dark day, no one knew if the Daganome would survive! (Cue sappy horror music)

No worries, though. We blew through the next ten songs like a butcher’s knife through angel food cake. Swift, quick, and clean with minimal crumbs.

And then… Green Grass and High Tides. No one knows why we had such trouble with this s ong - we’ve never had any trouble with it before. In fact, we were all dreading Run to the Hills. Well, that was a mistake. Second solo be damned, it took us 8 tries to get through this song.

Nothing would stop the Daganome, though. Nothing! By this time, sweat and testosterone were pungent in the air. We all knew what was coming, and it finally hit us. Run to the Hills. The final obstacle between us and victory; we knew what must happen, we must become one with the rock.

Shirts flew off, space ships launched, dragons crooned, armies trembled, and penguins rode polar bears. No, I am not joking - Run to the Hills was defeated in a glorious display of male stupidity. After Run to the Hills, it was smooth sailing straight to the end with Boston and The Who.

6.5hrs later, we emerged from the basement victorious. Sweaty and tired, we trudged back to our normal lives - nerdier, stupider, and with the sad realization that we had just wasted 6.5hrs reenacting rock songs on fake instruments. Oi vey, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

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