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DUNGEON WEED: Oakland, California.

Psychedelic Wizard Doom.

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"It has been many years since I composed these songs. They came to me in the dark, these words and simple melodies, recited endlessly in my mind as I sat imprisoned in the darkness of isolation in His Majestys dungeon, without quill or parchment, for a crime of which I was, unfortunately, most guilty. Had I not pushed the boundaries of reality in a vain attempt to conquer Death itself, had I not unleashed hideous powers upon the kingdom that caused so much pain and destruction, had I not inflicted upon myself what may be the ultimate curse, had I not done these things I would be sleeping peacefully in the senseless, interminable abyss of nothingness and my name would be revered throughout history as a legendary sorceror. Alas, I did cause these events to unfold and nothing can change that now. His Majesty has been dead for nearly a century, yet I live on, shunned by the world, living secretly in the dark forests of the north until time ceases to exist. There are times when I question if this is trulyreality, I wonder if I ever did return from the mind palace of the Mushroom God, that strange and terrible realm of imagination which I was so careless, nay, foolish, to invoke. No matter how I strive to avoid it, I inevitably catch a fleeting glimpse of myself in the dark forest stream and see the ghostly bones of my face and know it is real. I shudder in fear and disgust to think of my encounter with Orcus, immortal Lord of the Underworld and now my master, forever, until he sees fit to release me from my necromantic servitude."