[b][i]Dr. Rock[/i][/b] [i]The flatbed semi-truck roared through the Dojo's gates, a band playing on the back surrounded by colossal amp stacks, one labeled Murder One. They were playing loud, fast, and mean, a band that had played the Dojo before. In the cab of the truck, a very familiar figure. Alex Wilson's grin was a mile wide under his mask as he drove the truck at full throttle to the Dojo courtyard, the sounds of Jake-brakes and squealing rubber as the truck came to a halt. The band played the entire time, actually being louder than the truck. Putting it in park, Wilson climbed out of the cab to mingle with the others at the party. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]