Sisiraptor & Major
Hey Major, ever thought about drafting a club’s layout like a battlefield map? Every beat, a maneuver, every light a flank.
Indeed, I have. A club’s rhythm is a siege. Every beat is a volley, every lighting cue a flanking march. Plan the entry point, the choke points, the retreat. Then you move the crowd like a disciplined column—tight, efficient, inevitable. No surprises, only the execution of a well‑drawn map.