Skwisgaar had one of the roadies bring down his fur blanket from his room - it was white hare skin, and he spread that out underneath them, atop the rug, so that they'd (read: He'd) be comfortable.
He started in with how the world wasn't much different than this one, that the only difference was that music had gone a different route. Instead of people listening primarily to sappy, horrible music that had no substance, they took more to music with feeling. He'd been in the business since he was six, and he'd seen it grow up with him. Metal, however, only started to take its hold on the world when Dethklok put out their first album. The first release sold so many albums in one year that the whoever-made-up-the-system-rules had to make up a new ranking above quadruple-platinum. They had to find an even MORE amazing metal to rate it. The band had gained more than just a cult following, they gained a rabid worldwide fanbase due to their music being so amazing, so outstanding, that everyone, regardless of race, heritage, country, gender or sexuality could relate. Everyone felt anger, everyone wanted to be brutal. And then they started work on their second album. The money was still rolling in from the first album's sales, and with that alone, they bought some land - about a thousand acres - and built Mordland. And on it, they built their mansion; Mordhaus. Skwisgaar went into detail about the building itself - built like a dragon, with the head of a horse, with stained glass windows and a glowing underbelly. The home was so large that he'd gotten lost in it many times. He explained that twenty of the houses they were in now would fit into the one he was used to. He then went into how their music seemed to have more power with each and every album. Through Nathan's perfectionist ways, his own constant playing, Pickles' near-wizard-level ability at drums, and Toki and Murderface's just being there, they'd summoned a lake troll, brewed up several storms, beckoned sea creatures, diverted a comet, and changed history itself.
He then spoke about what happened after. It was the first time Dethklok had been seen in public in about a year and a half. They had written a new album and had about ninety percent of the world under their thumbs. They got on the stage, and played their first set of the night to not only a sold out audience, but a live-on-television-and-streaming-internet-worldwide broadcast. Things were going well, and they took a break between sets. Skwisgaar was off in his dressing room, fucking one of the hotter groupies, the other guys were off likely doing their own things, and Pickles was working on a drum solo. And something went wrong. Someone had gotten so excited in one of the missile silos that he'd pushed the big red button. And off went a nuclear missile, straight for another nation. That nation, in turn, set off another, and another, and while Skwisgaar had his pants down, Pickles was working on the sickest, most brutal drumbeat ever, Nathan was gargling with whiskey and thumbtacks, Toki was putting together a toy plane, and Murderface was barking orders at a roadie, the whole world ended in the most firey, brutal way possible.
Skwisgaar looked up to Lulu. "I don'ts remembers on how I gots to de Bars. But when I is was dere, I didn'ts has on my pants, or my belts buckles." He tapped the belt buckle he was wearing - the same said one that he'd worn all his adult career. "I just remembers on it beings vury amburrizing."