Shotgun Breakfast

The story so far... It was all over bar the shouting, and the fallout was yet to settle. Four men who had once been friends had to become something more. They traveled the land without the burden of reputation, doing what they could. In the ruins of Brisbane they found support, in the West End, where the fact they brought forth music that rocked, but you could sing to, set the apart from the metal and the screaming that dominated the underground.

An evil baroness took one of their number in the night, using powerful internet magic, to her ice fortress in the south. The quartet minus one struggled to thwart her, but in the end there was to be no avail. His last words were "Carry on without me! Your work is too important to stop now!" His replacement was found quickly in a dead eye shooter with a "whatever" attitude and a sharp wit. They would need him on the road ahead.

Something was changing, the air was warming up and this time it felt different. The faces of those they had helped came to their mind: and the Oil Spills and Rumbles of the past did also disquiet their souls. But the sun was rising for the morning. And it was Breakfast time.