Captain's Log, the year of the OverSteed, 837290
Tumbled back through time, a midnight adventure quickly abated, our Captain and crew found themselves contemplating with the only living faces capable of facing their capabilities: themselves. So, without a second glance, DANCE BAND pounced on their prey of the fray to once more bring us back to the glory of the day. In collaboration with their own minds, a great monolith of spectacle was built and compressed, then tightened, frightened, and forced into a disk of minimal size but epic proportions. Without further misdeed, I present the fruits of DANCE BAND's lascivious labor.