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Somehow you know what it is -- a Coupris Kineema motor carriage.
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Somehow you know what it is -- a Coupris Kineema motor carriage.
The sound outside -- you recognize it. It's a Coupris Kineema motor carriage.
Sometimes you like to add finger pistols to the mix, because unlike Guillaume le Million you are a police officer. It's your nifty little way to say: I'm armed and dangerous.
You have some understanding of the recent history of disco. The rest is darkness.
You have some understanding of the near history of disco. The rest is darkness, aside from the useless fact that the motor carriage outside was a Coupris Kineema.
Out of the dazzling swirl of disco music, in an open air boîte de nuit somewhere in Revachol West, Guillaume's blond mane appeared on the screen. He sang some bullshit. Then he made The Expression.
The click is used to spur on a horse. It also features heavily in Guillaume Le Million's regional mega-hit "Don't Worry (Your Pretty Little Head)".
It belongs in The New -- the third decade of the current century. Enough time had passed from the failure of Revolution that, for a fleeting moment, free market economy seemed like the ultimate, uncontested way of life for our species.
Some twenty odd years. There is a vast ocean of time between right now and The Expression looking good on you -- or anyone. Humanity has run aground in that time, it's a different world now. The Expression is a relic.
There is a vast ocean of time between right now and The Expression looking good on you -- or anyone. Two decades, if the calendar is to be trusted. Humanity has run aground in that time, it's a different world now. The Expression is a relic.
Ahem. It's very similar to the face Hjelmdallermann is always making on the cover of those books...
Nine million souls flicker out of existence. Sixteen if you include the greater metropolitan area.
Everyone loved it. Maybe you thought some of the stardust would rub off on you? Maybe it did? Either way, it's all gone now. Only the grimace remains.
Not really. OO must have just stirred your mind. They're more like a disco rock band anyway...
Like the rest of you, it comes from a bad place somewhere in the past. That's all you know for now.
Things were good. It was smooth sailing. People made gold-and-champagne-tinted interiors and façades to suit the times, calling this The New Style. But, more importantly -- disco happened.
For Revachol -- your city -- that meant only one thing: Guillaume Le Million!
Forget about Ostentatious Orchestrations. For Revachol -- your city -- that meant only one thing: Guillaume Le Million!