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The saga of Dies Drear actually begins thousands of years ago into the future; in early 2007, when Berto moved from Sunny Seattle to Grey and Dreary Gainesville, Florida. Upon arrival there, he immediately went to a punk rock show, where he saw a shirtless, mohawked sweaty guy rolling around drunk on a stage.
Berto then randomly answered an online ad looking for someone with blue hair, and was contacted back by the drunk mohawked guy; who asked him questions about his amplifier. Berto thought he probably wanted to steal it. Enter Silo.
After a short-lived musical project, Berto had to move back to Seattle since his job as a male stripper was not paying the bills, probably due to the fact that he has the body of an Oompa-Loompa.
Upon his announcement that he was moving back to Seattle, and realizing that he had no talent by himself, he began regaling Silo with tales of the magical kingdom of Seattle: Where the streets were paved with candy, where it was always 80 degrees and sunny, and where it never Rained and definitely never Snowed.
Upon Silo's arrival in Seattle, the duo did nothing except drink excessively and talk about how awesome it would be if they were in a band.
Eventually, the guys saw some dude banging on overturned paint buckets when he wasn't scavenging for food in dumpsters. After making him take a shower, they told him to come hang out and pretend to be cool. Enter Miles.
At this point, Miles mentioned that he knew some dude who had a clubhouse that the band could hang out in, and after an inspection of the totally sweet clubhouse, the band decided that Morgan could join, provided he let the band hang out in the clubhouse and jump on his trampoline. Enter Morgan.
Now they're trying to sell you their EP and T-shirts while playing shows. Go see them. Buy things. It'll be a party.