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A long time ago in a town far away a young boy built an electric guitar out of a broomstick and a cardboard box. Or at least it resembled a guitar. Little did he know what a passion this would become.
The boy grew by a few years and learned to play an actual guitar, but alas, his short fingers proved to be a constant constraint. Some years later he embarked on a glorious quest to find the Guitar of Destiny that would fit him perfectly. Like a glass slipper or the Holy Grail.
He collected many guitars, bought and sold, tried and traded but none could be found. Then he went psycho and started taking them apart , analyzing and assessing, experimenting and evaluating, muttering in madness as he built the blueprint of what was required.
He planned, persevered, persisted and perfected the design by constructing the concepts from pallet wood. And once the answer was clear as cling-wrap, he wiped away the blood, sweat and sawdust and tool-pathed the perfect weapon of mass disruption.
This creation was called the Aries 6.
It is rumored that on nights when the wind is nowhere to be seen and doorways can be heard creaking from across hallways, the sustain of Aries 6 can still be heard...
