Lately, the rumor has been spreading that curious gatherings take place in one of the darkest places of the internet - a place that hasn't seen the light mode in years - to worship what they consider as the pinnacle of civilization: a cutting-edge technology freed from the laws of the physical realm, whispering in the ear of whoever crosses its path in a language understood by all.

Many refuse to believe it. They prefer to reassure themselves, thinking that it is at most just a handful of punks addicted to an old shitbox. Some even say that the most fanatical ones use it pure, and let their social life being dictated by a Manichean mantra: 'no pulv no party'. But who the hell are these people?

We call them

the toolers of audio.

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Disclaimer: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

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Shitty jokes aside, I've been intrigued by the minimalist setups of @Kepz and @sumad and wanted to take up the challenge of doing more with less