|Motto||Party on Garth…Party on Wayne…|
|Field Notes||These peeps believe if they complete the ultimate rock opera, The Solar Federation will resume control and come back to pick them up and take them “Home” (which is more a metaphor for get the hell off this ball of pus, as none of them have lived anywhere near long enough to have come here from elsewhere.
Composed almost exclusively of Oofo musicians (with various groupies who dress up as and emulate Oofos), These guys spend hours, days, weeks in jam sessions, trying to get the right sound to call those from beyond
|Sacrifices||Mind Controlling Substances (Dood, remember a hit for Wayne!)|
|Sins||Playing Classikal music|
|Reported By||Kaptin Phyllin MacKrakin|