Praised be Sound, Praised be Noise!
Hello, followers! It is I, the Zombie Preacher, shepherd of the Zombie Noise Cult, worshiper of Low Frequencies, founding member of Nomega.
As days pass, I cannot overlook the astonishing number of fellow sound cultists and noise worshipers in need of spiritual guidance. A vision came to me, whist drinking a brew made of the rarest shamanic herbs from the kitchen pan-tree, and it was the Astral Bard himself I saw before my humble eyes. And he spoke to me.
"Lift yourself from your rotting existence!" he said. "Sonic bliss will not be granted to you if you remain engorged in filth and sludge. Your knowledge is vast and there are many strays that would benefit from it. Lead them, guide them, and they will follow. And my kingdom shall grow. You spend many nights under pale light, toying with sonic artifacts known to few, but you keep your knowledge to yourself, leaving it to rot along with your mortal flesh! Arise my child and preach to your flock, so that they can redeem themselves!"
And thus he spoke to me in my reverie and I took heed to his words. And in this ethereal tome I shall lay down words of wisdom for all to see. I shall teach of tools of sound and weapons of noise, made by the bards acolytes themselves and by other devoted worshipers that have had the fortune of the bard's tune to resonate in their skull.
All shall benefit, all shall grow and together we might achieve resonance with our Astral God himself!
