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My friends! The deaths of Tupac and Elvis are not true! I come with a story from the West, a story told of the future.
In Tombstone, there is a Walmart. The manager of which is Jim Jones, and as a cashier Jane Goodall as well. She is the apple of many eyes there, but two in particular. In this time Elvis rides, a mighty Tyranasaurus Rex his steed. He rides alongside Big Foot on a wooly mammoth, and Lamon Hunt atop a triceratops. When he sat dying on his toilet Jane Goodall had come to him,and saved him from this near death experience. Also in this future is Tupac. Atop a motorcycle he leads a gang of werewolves performing good deeds across the west. THe day he was shot Jane Goodall had been there to save him, and now both he and Elvis were unhappy when she was out of sight.
A showdown between the groups at High Noon was set outside the Walmart she worked in. The victor would take her hand in marriage. As they sat outside the gates, Elvis on his T-Rex, Tupac atop his bike, the wind started to blow. The groups took up their weapons, and the battle of the bands commenced. As Rock Ballads were thrown and rhymes were busted a darkness settled upon the conflict. Nelson Mendela attacked.
Nelson Mendela, backed by twenty score Ku Klux Klan members, all in a feverish rage. They were there to kill or die, they had nothing to live for any more, that morning they had all been proven positive for AIDS. They had come to kill the music.
As this third force erupted into the conflict the battle became intense. On the falling of night all sides went to their camps. Elvis and Tupac met outside Walmart. They formed a harmony between their groups. They decided to fight together, in order to run the KKK out of Tombstone. Jim Jones came out into the night, and offered his help. Though his autism would surely hurt him in the battle on the oming morning, he knew he needed to help. The following morning the armies amassed to face eachother on opposite sided of the parking lot.
Tupac walked to the front of the line, he turned to look at the men and werewolves helping their cause. He said only this, "Musicians! The size of the enemy that seeks to destroy us is immense! They seek to destroy that which we have brought here! The music that is as essential to us as our hearts! Our souls! And even if we die here, even if we fail to defend this town! They shall all know that musicians fought here! That musicians came and fought to protect the music they love! To protect their right to Rock! To Rap! Musicians! Tonight we dine in Walmart!" And with this cry the forces charged against eachother.
The wind roared, but the cries of the werewolves were louder. The pavement was hard, but the resolve of the musicians was harder. The sun was fierce, but the dinosaurs were fiercer. As the cries and dust of battle cleared, only one yet remained.
Jane Goodall had come out of Walmart when the cries had stopped. She came to see what was left. She came, and saw that none had survived. And she was moved, she began to sing a lament for the musicians that had died.
This future we may never see, this battle of Tombstone may never come to be. Yet this is still a story for all, a story we all know and wish we had to tell. A story that gives the hope that even though we may strive, even though we fight hard, we may yet fail, but even in failure our purpose holds, and hope endures.
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