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Exeter, Rhode Island, United States



The city’s heart was its Glo Temples, where sacred producers crafted beats using cosmic 808s and wavy synths. The most legendary of them all was Chief Sosa the Eternal, a mysterious figure whose bass-heavy, hypnotic rhythms could bend time itself. His beats were raw, unfiltered energy.
But across the neon-lit outskirts, in the foggy Drain District, lived a secretive order of monks led by Bladee the Prophet. Unlike the Slime Lords and the Glo Priests, Bladee’s followers believed in sound as a spiritual force—soft, airy melodies that floated through the air like whispers from the gods. Their music was distant, melancholic, and otherworldly.