All things considered, the living room of Mordhaus was quiet. The huge expanse of the place seemed to dwarf out the sounds of Nathan playing one of the arcade games; the sound of Skwisgaar absently playing the guitar in the hottub.

The tvs, hanging from the walls and ceilings, were muted. Large, wicked hooks were through them, leaving the screens cracked and half shattered. Every single one of them played either what seemed to be music videos of the band or just simple news programs.

To top it off, pretty much the entire band was hanging out. It was what they did. Nathan was playing some racing arcade game. Pickles was standing on the tips of his toes trying to watch over Nathan's shoulder. Murderface was rambling a little about some conspiracy theory to the two of them. Toki was across the room at a computer, watching youtube videos with headphones on, giggling every so often. Skwisgaar in the hot tub, quietly playing his guitar.

"Fucking bullshit! I was totally in first place!"

Nathan glared at the screen. He totally should have won that race. Fucking AI cars rear ending him and making him spin out.