El Mariachi Muerte stands amidst a bustling Agora, tinkering on his guitar. Before him, a monkey is chained to a pole, dancing to the music Muerte plays. “All of Arcadia dances to a tune.” He watches the monkey sway instinctively … Read More
A Symptom of Being Human
El Mariachi Muerte walks through the once bright and lively Anthesteria, now tarnished with the effects of Civil War. “War never changes. Most believe that this war began with the secret of that door, mi familia. But Zeus has been … Read More
You Always Hurt The One You Love
We call this place No Man’s Land. El Mariachi Muerte stands alone, guitar in hand, at the place where it all began. “Oh, mi amore…” He’s been here many times, lamenting. But today, there’s a certain resolve in his eyes. … Read More
Blue Christmas
All throughout Arcadia, at this time of year, people gather with their loved ones. They make time to get together. It is a time for family and love. But for some, Christmas time is anything but merry and bright. While … Read More
I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS
El Mariachi Muerte casts a lonely figure. Leaving the dusty old bar behind him, he walks a lonely road. He’s been drinking, but it hasn’t managed to ease his heartache. ♫ I’ve gotta take a little time A little time … Read More
Paint it Black
♫ I see a red door And I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn black ♫ Throughout history, every generation has its share of artists that see themselves as visionaries. Believing they have honed … Read More
Juniper Tree
El Mariachi Muerte sits beneath the shade of a Juniper tree. Within it, a bird sings a beautiful song. “A trip through the Groves can be illuminating for those attuned to hear its music.” “Take this bird, tweeting happily in … Read More
The Most Cursed of Hands
♫ When Death went down to the river And He came to fall; to lose it all To fool the fool too quick to call While the gambler’s stacks grew bigger He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes Too … Read More