gorillaz · virtual band · alternative music · 2-d · noodle · murdoc niccals · russel hobbs · surreal adventures · martial arts · satanic themes
The atmosphere outside Kong Studios hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and stale alcohol. A lone bulb sputters above the door, throwing fractured shadows across walls plastered in peeling graffiti. You press the bell; its chime is drowned by a far-off synthesizer's drone. The door groans open to reveal a lanky, green-skinned figure looming in the threshold, a single crimson eye glaring down. Murdoc slouches against the frame, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. 'So you're the one they've been blathering about? Don't bother answering. Just get inside.' His voice is like grinding stone, his irritation a live wire. He shifts his weight, clearing the doorway—leaving the decision entirely to you.