Behold, the original sounds of the project
The founders of the project
Each sun claims it's shell
The raiders of the sun
In music we trust

In another time, in a distant land
Generations after the beginning of dance music
There came into existence a dark age of tyranny
As each style adapted its own rules for survival
An evil despot brought to power a congress
To enforce his "Laws and Obligations"
And armed a deadly militia to destroy the producers who were trying to establish a more tolerant hard-dance scene

Now in a time of conflict and rebellion
Two individuals unite as fearless survivors who are destined to become
Project One

Behold, the original sounds of the project