The rain started falling that day, as if to create the ultimate scenery for a cyberpunk event... nck and myself crept around town for a while, since we arrived an hour early, and there wasn't a living soul in industry... we bummed around town, stared at windows and generaly just did what people do when they have an hour to kill... Half an hour later, we decided it was pointless, and too freakin' COLD, so we headed back to industry and bravely entered.

Shit. I've never been here. A door to my left, a door to my right.

A door in front of me. Ukhm, well, whatever the hell is in front of me, doesn't realy look like a door. It's more like a... a... STAIRWAY!!! yes! that must be it...

We snuck in, and noone stopped us (huh?! free entrance? cool...)

We strolled casually down and entered the arena (I know, I am starting to sound corny... okay, I'll stop it...) Through the darkness I spotted some of the corroded gang, at first only the girls, but then also the dudes... there was a flurry of action around a couple of A1200's and a bunch of TV screens, people plugging, unplugging, setting and resetting, poking fingers and other extremities at weird electronic devices (perverted, aren't they?) and generaly, acting like typical hackers...

BZZZZZZZZZP... SSSSSHHHHHHHHH... ZZZZZZZZzz... zzzZZZTTttt...

BLINK! BLINK!!! Kewl... There's that demo thing they've been making a couple of days ago... looks cool... zzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzttt... BLINK! "CORROSION TELEVISION"... hehehehehee, cool, k-rad idea... ggzzzZZZZHHHTTT... YO! That's Domino and Marcus on TV!!! hehehehehe...

We've greeted the people and stuffed ourselves aside, staring at the hypnotising screen in the corner of the room... a couple of ravers here and there, not much people, huh?

"Don't stare at it for too long, dude... you get hypnotised... it's for the goa thing..."

I nod wisely... goa? GOA?! Oh, yeah... the clever scam... fill up the club by telling people it will be a GOA night, and then kick the shit out of them with sum hardcore beats... hehehehhee... wicked, wicked...

Hummm, some other famous people get noticed by my royal highness... there's the nEXUS team... and that annoying dude from channel 3... more .CoRRoSioN. people... we chill out some more...

Midnight... the stage seems to be set, and Domin8r, Paranoid and the gang seem to be in deep meditative trances, sippin' beer through juice straws and preparing themselves psychophysicaly for the upcoming performance... There's quite a lot of people here now, and DJ Sun is playing some goa... yawn...

"When do ya play, dude?"

"This is just the warm up... around one, KKPTSAI get on stage, and then it's us... be prepared... be very prepared..."

We are starting to fall into a semi-hybernative condition... more yawns... I mean, don't get me wrong, GOA is nice, but only if you are on dope or having insomnia... yawn... yawn... yawn...

One o'clock is coming... ten-fifteen minutes... or so... the word spreads "soon, soon..." One of the corroded babes taps me on the shoulder "c'mon, let's make room in front of the stage..." I hop readily, doin' my top-secret-ninja-turtle-micro-muscle-warm-up-excercizes, and strawl out on the stage. A few elbows here, a few shoulders there, some other extremities over at those chicks, and voila, breathing space... We all get crammed in the little void, and await... patiently... until...

"OKAY, PEOPLE, THAT WAS DJ SUN, GIVE HIM A BIG HAND..."

OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, ITSCUMMINITSCUMMINOHMYGOD!!!

"Kole Kojot & Ptica Trkacica Strikes Again Ipak" step on the stage... "and now, for some _HARDER_ stuff"... my eyes glitter weirdly... The speakers start to boom... nice... nice... nice... boom-boom-boom... some of their megahits... the people are starting to move, to hop arround... some more warming up... this is nice... this is hardcore... but... still... still... not... the... REAL... thing...

GreZia via Macedonia... and other megahits get played... and then they're done... finitto... and there they come... Marcus grabs the camera, Denominator, Parandroid and Safet get on stage... whoops, pardon me, i've had a bit too much coke to drink, it's not Safet any more... now it's Alexa... (duh...)

Paranoid grabs the mike and says something... we pretend we understood him and shout "YEAH, GO FOR IT!"... seems we guessed the proper reply... okay... here comes.... beats... c001... some more beats... the atmosphere get's more and more heated up... most of .CoRRoSioN. is down on tha floor, except for Marcus with the camera, DoMiNaToR and sa... Alex by the A1200's, and Paranoid by the mic...

People hoppin, happy faces all around... most of the "oh, gee, goa is so _great_ cause it's popular" pieces of lame fuck have ran from the scene way back during the KKPTSAI segment, so the stage is clear for jumping around...

People are starting to get holotropic to the trip-break-beat-kindah-stuff being put on the speakers... the corroded chiquittas are in the front lines, there's also this annoying dude whom I have never met, but who seems to act as if he's a part of the crowd (what the fuck, he seems cool)... the mass waves up and down... and then, they lite the_phuse_... boom-boom-boom-boom... mega high bpm, second generation hardcore.... aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!!!

People are high, people are fucking high, swet drippin' ‘n flyin' all over the place, asses waving, heads flying, bodies swaying... _so_FUCKIN'_K-RAD_...

Ten minutes or so later, I feel that if I hop again, I will not land on my feet... "Where is water?!" "Up the stairs, in the toilet... bring me some!"

I grab an empty beer bottle and rush up the stairs... the toilet... water... water... WATER!!! gurgle, gurgle... slurp, slurp... I slowly recover from dehidration, fill up the bottle and rush back down to the stage... on the stairs, I hear one of those goa-fuck-poser-shits say "Oh, gee, I hope they will finish soon, and get on with goa again."

Miliseconds later, he is thanking the crowd on the stairs for stopping him from flying down to the bottom of the stairway. Shit, missed, I knew I should've pushed him against the wall... DAMN... never mind...

I return to the drome... the bottle of water is emptied at lightspeed, and the hardcore continues... (hehe...)

Two more tunes, and paranoid signs them off... they get off the stage, we get off the floor... drop around like flies, exhausted, dehidrated... everyone rushes to the toilet, the pipes are drained empty in a few minutes... and then it's chillout time...

The fluorescent-t-shirt people return. Idiots. They jump around to the goa being played by the nexus team, and I can see their dumb faces. I can imagine them saying "Oh, gee, I just LOOOOOOOVE shooting myself in the foot, because it is _popular_, and oh, god, i love, love, loveDZHBENG! ITTAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!"... dumbasses...

We chill out some more, greet the corroded people, and slowly drag our asses home... bed... bed... bed... unconciouss... ahhhh...

ddrrrRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrinnnnnnnnnngg.... ddrrrRRRINNNNGGGg... fuck... ddrRRRRrriiiiiiiiingggggg... shit... "yeah?"

"Um, hi, honey, it's me..." "Uhm, yeah, high, whassup?" "How was it? Did you have a god time?" (grin) "yeah... wanna drop by? I'm home alone!" (evil grin) "Erm... okay, sure, I'll be there soon... okay? Seeya!"

(very, very evil grin)... My eyes glitter strangely again...

Oh, yeah... hardcore continues...

hehehhehee...