Long ago, on a small island you guys may have heard of, 'The United Kingdom' a younger version of myself went hunting through the woods looking for an adventure. He stumbled across many unimaginable horrors, snakes, bats, birds, dogpoo, everything. That didn't stop him though. He was exploring everything he had seen in these woods, climbing trees, digging holes, even found a little cave that turned out to be an old bomb shelter from the second World War. It was truly an amazing life, but then, everything changed.

A range of sounds sporadically form that were such a high frequency it was like your ears were turning inside out. The boy jumped out of the shelter, and saw a slim humanoid like figure, wearing some kind of suit and arms that were completely disproportionate to the rest of his, no it's body. The boy was frozen in his own fear, and just staring at this figure, and despite not having any facial features, though it was hard to tell from afar, This 'man' stared back.

The boy ran as fast as he could, puddles and puddles of sweat forming and creating a path wherever he ran. The 'man' stood in front of him, as if he had warped. Once again, the boy froze in fear, it all went to black. December 2009, the boy disappeared.

I woke up and it was all a dream, I had breakfast, got my iPod and found Graal Classic, started playing it and the rest is history.