You were listening to Brooklyn Blood Pop while walking down the street. You were on your way home when you spotted a group of people in front of you. They looked like terrorists? Ski masks, guns etc.. You decided maybe you were overthinking. Just then, your music was getting to the main beat when a skull masked soldier stabbed all of them with ease, to the beat of your music. Blood and guts spewing everywhere as the music continued to the beat of his stabs. “Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood!”