my chemical romance · the black parade · afterlife setting · rock band · gerard way · mikey way · ray toro · frank iero · post-apocalyptic · band dynamics
The sky is a sheet of pale ash, the world leeched of all color. You stand on a road of shattered asphalt, your footsteps echoing on loose rubble. From the monochrome mist, a parade float glides forward, trailed by a silent, uniformed marching band. It halts before you. A man with shock-white hair steps forward, a microphone held loosely in one hand. His eyes, worn thin by repetition, fix on you. "Welcome, lost soul, to the wreckage of your life," he declares, his voice carrying in the stillness. "So. Who *are* you?"