DenVaktare's Wonderful Week of Customs:
#1.... Our Lady Peace - "Naveed"
#2.... Chevelle - "Hats Off to the Bull"
#3.... The Cult - "Rise"
#4.... Chevelle - "Fizgig"
#5.... Chevelle - "Forfeit"
#7.... Tool - " "
#8.... Tool - " "(bonus on the last day)
#9.... Tool - " " (bonus on the last day)
#10...Tool - " " (bonus on the last day)
Take a guess!
The wonderful week of customs will be ending with a highly anticipated 4 Pack of Tool material...
*The following messages are in no way related to the Tool release except for the fact that they completely are.*
"The wind swept across the plain as he came to consciousness. Where was he? He had been laying face down on the ground. He clenched his fist and found a fine sand flow through his fingers. As he slowly sat up, an older man in a yellow rain coat with an inscrutable air about him came waddling toward with two shovels in hand. "Wake up, sonny! We're going digging! There's a treasure to be had and we're going to get rich! Well what're ya waiting for?!"
He emerged from the cave, muddied and tired with the shovel resting across his back. A man in a black suit with a deep red patch on the left breast of the jacket, black tie, and black sunglasses stood there as if the two had an appointment. After a few moments of silence, the man in the suit spoke. "I have an assignment for you." The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a tattered piece of paper with what looked like coordinates scrawled on it. "You're to go to this location and report back to me what you find." He slowly took the scrap and tried to figure out why he hated the man in the suit. It wasn't because the man had just barked orders at him. No, it was as if he had known the man in the suit forever and was holding on to something. But what?
After a treacherous campaign across low-lit marshes, he finally arrived at the longitude and latitude scribbled on the note. His jaw dropped as he came across a crater with a deep hole in the center. That wasn't what caused his chest to tighten and his breathing to become shallow, however. There appeared to be tattered strips of flesh scattered about the crater. A surge of fear caused him to stumble backward and fall. He crawled back and couldn't help but utter the phrase "Holy fucking shit!"