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They have existed as long as man has sacrificed a part of his soul to produce music. But today, it?s 2012, and that?s rapidly starting to change. Music no longer depends on the soul and passion of the artist. The music, the lyrics, all is written by someone else, given to the performer to be spat out into the air to be appreciated by those who no longer know it for what it is?soulless, emotionless, factory-produced and packaged. The energy of music is beginning to vanish. Nobody cares to listen to music that bears true feeling and emotion?those songs are now being filtered out in favour of commercialised, catchy tunes, mass-produced for the masses. Living muses were never a frequent occurrence, but now their creations are becoming more and more rare, for no one is injecting their music with the raw passion that is needed to give rise to a muse. Humanity finds itself in a crisis, in a dire shortage of musical energy, that it doesn?t even know about.

Those muses that remain from the songs of bygone eras must make choices of their own?for in this crisis they look upon their own downfall. Should the creative energy continue to dwindle, they will begin to fade away from this world, until at last there is no longer enough of that energy to sustain them and they vanish forever, becoming the essence of the music that formed them once more. Some will, perhaps, strive to inspire the artists of today, to stir within them the passion and emotion necessary to restore a balance to the diminishing energy?thus, hope prevails that the muses will be able to live on, but that most importantly, the soul of music will live on, and muses will continue to be born to inspire that soul within the next generation of artists.

Other muses...seek a more immediate solution. They know that if they do not acquire that energy, they will fade away forever?and for some what awaits them in forever is an eternity of agony in the form of the base torment they are composed of. And so in desperation they siphon that energy directly from the music and from the artists, leaving them more soulless than ever before?whilst the muse itself secures not only longevity for itself, but more and more power by which to assert its hunger over the world.

Conflict is inevitable between those who seek immediate sustenance and those willing to risk their continued existence in pursuit of a long-term solution as they coalesce into New York, as one of the veritable centres of musical creativity and production in the world. And amidst this conflict the muses seek still to find their place in the world, their niche in life, by which they can enjoy and have fun in life?whether it be love, friendship, power, wealth, or simply the feeling of purpose in life.

Upon discovery that a number of the muses are attempting to use the creative energy left in the world--an amount rapidly dwindling--to preserve their own integrity and life, those muses who seek to replenish that dwindling stock form a coalition of sorts, an uneasy confederacy--united only by their recognition of the problem and those that aggravate it, these muses are split over differences in sense of justice, views on their opponents, and views on the issues they now face. In the face of a stronger, united foe, the muses who focus on self-preservation are forced to come to a most unstable alliance themselves--a union of misunderstood miscreants, raging psychotics, and manipulative, backstabbing downright villains such that Disney's most wicked of antagonists could only stand in awe at. Two uneasy alliances born solely of necessity in the face of the existence of the other--destruction is simply guaranteed.

The battleground is made at New York, the modern-day centre of global popular music. Those who seek self-preservation go there to be all the closer to their 'food' sources, whilst those who fight for salvation hope not only to better inspire those upon whom their existence hinges, but also to root out the constituents of the Self-Preservation pack. Destruction, death, and violence will reign supreme as two superhuman forces fight for their very existence--a battle whose consequences may shake the very foundations of humanity.

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