Umrandungen, Vol. 1

Umrandungen-01-07 (Remastered 2025)

Track 4 of "Fear & Hope" soundtrack.

"Fear & Hope" is an upcoming indie mystery adventure game created and produced by Imaginings Software.

Key links for more information:
* Game webpage: bit.ly/4bxsavn
* Steam store page: bit.ly/3uMqXQ5
* Imaginings Software linktree: linktr.ee/imaginings_software

Day 2 (Fear & Hope)

"Kings Without Crowns" is a dark, cinematic journey into the illusions of power, false prophets, and the human need to believe — even when the truth hides behind the curtain.
With poetic lyrics, dramatic soundscapes, and an emotionally charged performance, Project Isolar paints a vivid portrait of a world where reason surrenders its throne and fear crowns the unworthy.

Kings without crowns

What started out as an old guitar riff I found from when I was in high school—recorded with my Tom Delonge Signature Fender Strat (in Sea-Foam Green of course; single volume knob; Seymour Duncan pickup…if you’re a Blink-182 fan, you know what I’m talking about)—on my 16 track Zoom stand alone HDD recording system, morphed into one of my favourite tracks to date.  

Took a while to sort out exactly how to go about making the track; finding the right vocalist (Olivia absolutely knocked these vocals out of the park); and finally, coming up with some sort of a breakdown-into-crescendo/chord progression change halftime section that finally put the whole thing together (if you know me, you know I basically just can’t not do this lol).  

Anyway, I’m super proud of this one; really hope you guys love listening to it as much as I did making it.

Enjoy!

-FM

Future Magic - Hideaway (feat. Olivia Ray)

end of day

gerbil impossible planet kyiv

made this while thinking about how i’ve been a pretty shit friend
but they kept showing up
some people are like that
they turn even your bad moments into beginnings

this one's for her

she probably doesn’t know it’s about her
and i'm okay with that.

some outros make great intros

Ice And Blood

こめかみに

mAyEkEyE - Sweet

System Attack is a cyberpunk descent into the digital void — where neon veins pulse, circuits scream, and data streams collapse under the weight of glitch and bass. Built on dark house energy, glitchy textures, and pounding drops, this track captures the chaos of a city wired in ultraviolet static.

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System Attack

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

こめかみに

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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