Out of the corner of his ear, Desmond could hear them talking amongst themselves. Smiling a little at the current discussion before he turned back to face them. Crossing his arms over his chest, he said<strong>"Well, I hope you all find what you're looking for with this group. Musically speaking however? We're going to be playing the kind of stuff Slayer &amp; Lamb of God aspire to, with some more technicality of course. I hope you're all good with that."</strong>It was something he had to stress, but all of his poetry and writings? They came from a dark, angry and highly visceral place. Desmond felt like true intensity was something that needed to be injected back into the arm of the genre, and one way or another? With the group, they were going to get that.<br/><br/>Making his way back over to the table, he flipped through some papers with a focused look on his face.<strong>"I've actually got a mascot of sorts for the group...if I can find it. An ex girlfriend of mine, whipped it up before and I've kinda held onto it since."</strong>