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At the turn of the century, when the west was still wild and oil was
king, three enterprising young swashbucklers known round the globe as
the fabulous Morris Brothers decided that they would need a place to
settle down. Seeing great potential in the submerged swamplands south
of the colonies, they ventured towards the Atlantic and raised the
fertile ground up from the black seas with their mastery of steam
technology and arcane magicks. Utilizing a score of curses from the
Necronomicon and a fleet of highly skilled aeronauts, they created the
territory known today as Florida. It was here that they hoped to
construct their glorious empire.

Their ambitions were bold, but extremely expensive. At the time, steel
cost a nickel a yard and dolphin grease was a full hay penny per
barrel, so the Morris trio decided to bail out Uncle Sam so that he in
turn would loan them wagon-fulls of gold. Between assisting Teddy
Roosevelt in his quest to track down and kill the last wild Pegasus,
and helping the US Post Office sink the Titanic (a well documented Nazi
warship), they had acquired enough good standing with the White House
to obtain a generous federal loan.

Not content in dazzling the civilized world with their enterprising
ambitions, the Morris triplets sought to revolutionize society by
capturing and taming the mystical energies of "sound". They combined
their awesome might and iron wills with some of the brightest minds in
history; Thomas Edison, Nikolai Tesla, Merlin, Albert Einstein, Jules
Verne, Aleister Crowley, Warner Von Braun, David Bowie and many others
humanity has since forgotten.

Jim Morris, a self taught master of alchemy, divined that the property
of "sound" was more than just the unintelligible yelpings of invisible
gas monsters living in the human ear. He devised that "sound" was
actually a property of air, and set about to discover a method to
capture it. Upon publishing his findings, Jim and the other Morris
brothers were ostracized by the Catholic Church for their associations
with sorcery. They needed a fortress, a sanctuary in which they could
master their forbidden dark arts.

Tom Morris, an industrial artisan secretly responsible for engineering
Atlantis, helped his brothers to craft an impenetrable ziggurat, a
monolithic monastery that helped to focus their efforts away from the
prying eyes of European religion. After plans for a floating,
Nautilus-like submersible craft and Camelot II were scrapped, Tom
decided the lair most suitable for their science was a "recording
studio", a labyrinthine stronghold in which "sound" might be tricked
and held captive. Thus, Morrisound was born.

Huzzah! Their eons of intensive labor finally paid off. The world
rejoiced, finally, the spoken word could be bottled in jars for later
listening. Not content simply to preserve "sound", the Morris boys set
their minds to finding new technologies that might allow for the
altering or "mixing" of different hearing-smells. Tom Morris, the
wisest of all the Morris children, used his expertise with Netherworld
to contract the ghosts of Da Vinci and Benjamin Franklin to help his
design an elaborate water-powered electrik contraption that, with a
staff of sixty Freemasons and a tank full of hydrogen gas, offers the
operator (or "producer") the ability to change the levels at which
"sound" was perceived.

This breakthrough was revolutionary, and the names of Jim and Tom
Morris went down forever in the hallowed annals of history. But what of
Steve Morse? The third, adopted triplet of Jim and Tom with a withered
leg and a slightly different surname? In the time before recorded
“sounds” he had acquired much acclaim for his development of the first
modern language, known as the Morse code. After the Civil War, when
American English became the world’s standard, this method of
communicating was forgotten, and so was Morse. Over the years, he grew
increasingly jealous of his successful siblings. After all, they had
single handedly conquered the ethereal realm of sound, and could walk
properly without the aide of an ergonomic crutching device.

Furious with their victories, he used the limbs he had (his arms) to
conquer the realm of the Norse War Gods, and they in turn offered him
their greatest invention, the guitar. Carved from the clouds, this
sacred device had strings of pure lightning, and created ghastly wail
previously unheard in the time of humanity. The almighty power of this
musical divining rod acquired him much wealth and power, as it turned
the minds of mortal women to mush, and soon he had many concubines.
Wanting not only to match the cultural contributions of his brothers
but to exceed them, Morse craved more raw power. He struck a deal with
the Dark Lord himself, on a contract made of baby skin, signed with a
quill inked by the blood of a thousand virgins. In exchange, Steve
Morse was transformed into the demon king known only as Scott Burns,
the vengeful right hand of evil. Allying himself with France,
Beelzebub, and a scourge of unholy demon armies, Scott Burns swarmed
the fiery gates of Morrisound. The battle for the soul of humanity and
Morrisound raged for years (history books later split its retelling
into two parts, World Wars I and II), but two are always better than
one, and eventually the non-evil Morris brothers prevailed. Thanks to
the tireless efforts of zombie King Arthur and the battalions of
Dino-Bots brought to the present (via a time rift), justice won out.

Unfortunately, in the epic struggle, the Morris brothers (the ones
related by birth) had to forsake their cathedral of chaos, Morrisound.
Though they had won the war, they lost the (metaphorical) battle and
severely weakened, they were forced to retreat to the shadows. After
the momentous conflict, mentioning the house of Morris was outlawed.
Because of this, the influence of Scott Burns overshadowed that of Tom
and Jim, and his name will forever be mentioned in the same breath as
the haunted studio. The disgraced ruins of Morrisound are still there
to this day, on 56th Street between Fowler and Fletcher, where they
stand as a testament to the dark will of human nature. Some say that on
dark nights under the yellow harvest moon, you can see the enchanted
brothers Morris standing over the remnants of their smoldering
empire... waiting.

That's awesome!

Hilarious!