<strong>Nadia Simone - Roughshod Club</strong><br/><br/>Something about the song today just felt more powerful, forcing the people assembled into a frenzy of dancing, screaming and singing along.  Delicate instruments forced sparks of fire in coordination with the music, especially every time Aaron banged away on the cymbal.<br/><br/>Towards the end of the song, however, some of the problems started.  One of the clubgoers moved over towards one of the burning sticks, lifting it up and over his head like a spear.  His exuberance quickly caught the attention of one of the bouncers, who moved over towards the young man to stop him from making a fool of himself or starting a fire.  The instant he touched the man, however, the bouncer burst forth into a sudden burst of black flames.  He barely managed a scream, but it was quickly cut off as ashes and a charred skeleton fell to the ground where the bouncer once stood.<br/><br/>The echo of the mic intensified rather than fading, the crowd chanting along despite the shock of what was simultaneously happening over by the pyrotechnics.  The words of the song changed, "<strong>It needs to die!  It needs to die!  It needs to die!</strong>"  Even the audience sang this altered version of the song.  The change only lasted for a few moments, the words going back to normal with no one noticing, but the sense of clarity that overwhelmed the area seemed to linger.<br/><br/>The creature who had picked up the burning stick no longer looked human at all.  It seemed more like a corpse animated with human form, dead eyes staring and decayed lips unable to help but grin as it wielded the improvised torch.  The red, beautiful sparks transformed to a length of black, unholy fire with which it started slicing up people in a mad rampage.  Everyone it touched caught with the same black fire, burning to ash and bones in mere moments.  The rotted monster was destroying the show.