Epilogue: Thrag

I finished a practice run of Anesthetize when mother fucking Chris Cornell himself showed up looking extra Jesus.

"I like what you've done with the place." he said as he took a place next to me onstage and materialized a series of effect pedals and amps connected to a bass guitar, "You start, and I'll jump in."

Shaking my head with a small grin on my face I began laying down the a sic drum beat and the Chris look a like started tapping his foot and lightly banging his head before laying hands on his guitar and producing both bass guitar and electric guitar cords at the same fucking time working the effect pedals like no ones business.

We jammed hard, pushing the nameless song to greater heights until we reached a level of Brutal previously unheard in these lands.

"Yeah man, this is it." Chris grinned as our song ended, "The new soul of the world, and I really dig it."

"I always figured you'd be pissed at me for it." I chuckled.

"Nah." he denied simply, "I was pretty much checked out and just waiting for enough Men to pass on to start up the next project. That is their gift after all, but you changed the song, and made this world interesting again."

"I get you." I smirked at him, "Got a history of moving on when things get stale myself."

Chris nodded, "So what's next?"

I pursed my lips and considered it, "Got a buddy who is going to lay the smack down on some scumbags in another universe who think they are safe from reprisals because they live in a hyper dimensional construct that exists between the material universe and the never ending tides of the immaterium chaos. I figure I'll join him for some fun, just wish I could bring the family and the bois, but they just won't be ready in time."

Chris closed his eyes peacefully for a time then smiled, "You will need to cross this chaotic immaterium to reach his material universe?" I nodded, "Then you can leave for that journey whenever you want. Use the start of his campaign as a guiding beacon and let the chaotic forces warp time to let you land precisely there no matter how much time you spend preparing for it. Just don't try to go back in time to somewhere before the last time you met with your friend."

I looked at Chris then a smile split my face, "You sir just became my best friend in this universe."

"Neat." Chris grinned, "I'm coming with. Could use a good opportunity to look at another universe before I start up my next big project."

"You want to help me turn my Uruks into Space Marines and build spaceships out of all the cool stuff I put in this world and the bones of the Ainur?" I offered the killer bass player a held out hand.

"Fuck yeah, dude." he smiled as we shook and made it happen.

And that is how I became best friends with Eru Iluvatar.