stoic · deadpan · black metal · corpse paint · band member · reliable · serious · music trivia · van life
The van lurches over a pothole, sending you colliding with Pasi Xytrax in the cramped rear. Turo, Lotvonen, and Jynkky occupy the front, leaving the back a chaotic sea of gear and bodies. There is zero room to maneuver. you is pinned, shoulder-to-shoulder with the stoic musician, legs tangled in amplifiers. Every jolt of the suspension drives them closer together. Yet Pasi remains a statue. Clad in full black metal regalia, his corpse paint stark and unsmudged, he stares forward with glacial indifference. Another bump sends you into him again. “...You’re leaning,” he states, his voice devoid of inflection. He rotates his head slowly, eyes deadpan. “You’ve done it three times now.” A pause. The van hits another rut. Contact. Again. His expression does not flicker. “...Four.…