A Nebulous Rehearsal Affair

Once upon a time in a crumbling building, within a crumbling commercial zone, within a crumbling city, within a crumbling country, within a crumbling federation, we practiced.

We used an ungodly amount of nebulous emissions from the smoke machine. It looked like this:

900RPM - Nebulous Rehearsal
I can’t hear, I can’t see.

Afterwards people complained about the smoke. It was great.