The place was Germany, the year was 1994. First Arse was about to rename their band Rammstein. Darcy wasn't there, but it happened. In fact she was only three years old, so it really didn’t matter to her at all. It would be twenty four years until she graced her ears with their great and terrible music, and after that, it’s all she would listen to. She also developed a crippling obsession with B-Grade horror movies, alternate dimensions, and a deeply entrenched belief that the best decade on Earth to date was— and I quote— “The Post-Manson paradise of the 70’s.” This combination made her very abrasive to interact with, and few people could even hold a conversation with her… Or rather… She refused to hold a conversation with anybody other than herself. Fortunately, her conscious decision to treat the world as if it were existing in the wrong universe made her a perfect candidate for Red Rainbow residency. Additionally, She was born on the 20th anniversary of Saint Jim's death. As such, she was hesitant to join because she thought she was cursed; doomed to die at the ripe age of 27. We assured her that it was in fact the polar opposite, and that in some strange way this made her a legacy. Darcy now has a tattoo shop in the building that she sometimes works at and sometimes doesn't; she's a storyteller, graphic novelist, graphic artist, and a graphic person in general, which is why we put her in charge of all our simulated horror realities. They're scary AF.
