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Doctor Sung had achieved every possible accolade on his homeworld. Immeasurable musical prowess, a vast array of black belts, even a doctorate in Experimental Highkicks from the most prestigious institution in the cosmos. Yet still, he could not fill the sense of loss he had felt for eons now. None of his accomplishments had vanquished his ultimate foe, the force that killed his parents and left him alone; an orphan left adrift in the wake of boredom. He now wandered the cosmos alone, searching for meaning within the void of space. On every planet, every galaxy, and every point in time that he visited, Sung witnessed the same plague. Mindless creatures, bored out of their skulls, shuffling about with no purpose in life, no spark of joy to fuel their passion.
Across all of his journeys, one thing would always remain consistent for Sung. No matter where he went, he could always unite people using the power of music. Sung often found himself taking rests on small planets, and he'd keep himself busy by busking for the locals. At first, his goal was always to earn enough of the local currency to buy dinner. But he afterwards realized the power his music had. He watched as onlookers gained a gleam in their eyes, drawn like moths to a flame to his melodies. As he hit his final notes, those that had once been lifelessly wandering were full of life. They were dancing, grooving, and enjoying every minute of the songs Sung would play for them. It was then that Doctor Sung realized the true power that he wielded and how he could achieve his ultimate goal. He returned to his spacecraft and ran simulation after simulation, and all lead to the same result. Doctor Sung had the power to eradicate boredom forever. He couldn't do it alone, however. He needed to form a band, one without compare across the vast expanse of space and time.
Once he had determined his mission in life, there was no changing his mind. Nothing had ever been more certain to him. A complex mathematical equation had determined the exact elements that this band needed. First, he needed a medley of synthetics sounds capable of holding a melody, creating harmonies, and serenading with vocal lines. Doctor Sung has determined this role to be his best fit, given his mastery of synthesis and oscillation. But he needed at least three more elements to create the perfect band. He needed an iron-willed drummer, always capable of keeping the time to create a rock-solid foundation for every tune. He needed a funky bassist, not afraid to experiment and get the most stubborn of crowds grooving. And he needed a virtuosic guitarist with endless stamina to shred, one who could create melodies out of thin air and turn the shortest lick into a symphony of sound. He needed to find the best musicians across all of time and space. They must be able to stand on their own musically. But when brought together, the combined musical prowess and friendship between them may be the best chance Sung has to eradicate boredom forever.