* There is a story, an urbane myth. If you know the right people in the right place they can show you some one who knows a guy. For the right price, he can be made to remember a certain man who can lead to a ware house. what's in the warehouse? if you need to ask that then you don't know the right people...*

"The sounds!!! I need the right tunes!"

*Inside the ware house a figure jumps up and down in frustration, around him stand row upon row of crates. The figure reaches one crate and pulls out a flat sheet of cardboard, then out slips his blessed prey DJ DIGWEEED: LA FRANCE, Fades REMIX*

"shhhh my ears prick and I hear the tunes, heaven has no solace if its got no TUNES!!!!!"

*he races towards away from the stacks of crate, the vynal disk clasped to his chest. Then skids to a halt in front of his decks and flips a switch. music sharper then any ever achieved by any mortal flows from the mountainous speakers arrange around the walls.*

"strangers.... hmm this one will... and then ...oh my! hahaha! ooh well now if that's what will... I'm mad! mad! Sard's mad as a malkavian!!!!"

*he is mad, a malkavian past future present, it makes no difference to him. he'll tell you your future, or read your past. if your willing to pay the price...