Ms. Quality

Ms. Quality is the current alias of new plunderphonics musician Yvonne Quality, who made her worldwide debut exclusively on Absolute Trash Media with the release Spankenstein's Monster®. Since then she has also released on label partner Vortex of Crap, and has assured ATM listeners that another release is pending on the label.

Birth
Yvonne Quality wasn't born. There are no records of her birth anywhere, nor does she or anyone else possess a birth certificate. Yet here she is.

Induction into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame
Yvonne Quality, after announcing at the age of [?YOUNG?] that she was going to become Jesus 2 (or had already became Jesus 2, depending on your location in her timeline), was immediately inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame despite having produced no music at this time. Nor did she have a face.

This was a controversial act by the owners of music, who thought that Yvonne Quality was actually Singer Songwriter Yvonne Qualitee, even though they are, in fact, very different people.

The Meeting of Herself
Yvonne Quality, having got back from sealing the horizon's fate, sat down on herself and sipped her cup of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Upon looking at her mirror, the only thing she will own in the future, she saw herself grab herself through the mirror and the two swapped, which in hindsight was a respectable induction into adulthood.

Yvonne Quality, after meeting herself at the center of reflection and time, decided she was an adult, and an adult she was.

Music
Yvonne Quality attempted to download a copy of FL Studio, but accidentally downloaded both version 1 and version 20 into the exact same timeframe and the two incompatible time windows collapsed into eachother and created a ripple of dimensions that converged onto themselves like a spectrum of orange and violet, creating raybeams that skipped through dimensions like a tumbling car smashes down a cliff into the canyon of forever.

Upon fixing the decaying decrements of the discrete time logic circuits in her fourteenth open eye, she discovered that she had already produced all the albums she would ever and could ever produced, and they had fallen through the gaps of the quantum foam at the converge of all timelines, into her vast and flaring intellect.

She decided that if she uploaded all of these at once, she would flood the entire universe within a single planck-time, and contacted Whopper Millionare through the mortal realm's collective subconscious.

A friendship was formed, at least in the viewpoint of Whopper Millionare, who had no idea that Yvonne Quality was always and had always and will always be a part of the lives of every sentient life in every plane, segment and dimension of being, and therefore was everyone's friend forever and always.

Spankenstein's Monster®
This album was uploaded to Absolute Trash Media on April 22, 2020. However, whether or not this is the date Yvonne Quality uploaded it is anyone's guess. Even she doesn't know, as she woke up from her Ψ∞ simultaneous dreams one day (month? year? century? forever? time is meaningless) to find that she had already uploaded it from a different version of her timeline in which she partnered with Chicago House Classics to make the album cover and track titles, as Yvonne Quality had trouble seeing in just three dimensions and couldn't grasp the simplicity of mortal speech.

The album's reception was meaningless, because all Yvonne had to do was prance like a time pixie into a timeline where it was recieved well, and she could obtain her satisfaction.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ
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Quite possibly.

ΩΩΩΩ

this is when she realised the bane of time was on her tail so she

Yvonne Quality lived in the cupboard under the stairs, in no. 3 privet drive, in which the Dursleys were quite normal, thank you very much. There came a knock at the DOOR DOOR DOOR DOOR DOOR

That's not how it's supposed to be.

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She slipped into herself a million times and merged into the playdough of sentience to become a quintillion amoebas surfing on the sines of aleph null into the converging ordinals of Ω

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ until all she was was ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ

beneath beaneath marble g

She pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed play and guided the blue hedgehog through the first level. Green Hill Zone, it was called. She jumped on the silly looking insect robot. It made her laugh. She laughed and laughed and it never ever stopped, until history ran out on itself and she pressed stop.

She stopped. She always could have, she was just curious as to what would happen if she didn't.

She closed the time loop like one would close a book, and went to sleep. All thirty six of her eyes closed slowly.

Why does it have to be this way?

The Not Release
Yvonne Quality released an album on 13/06/2021 which didn't actually get released. It wasn't ever released. It didn't exist, Ms. Quality didn't produce or make a single thing for it. There was no album cover, no track listing, no titles, no description.

The only thing the album had was the announcement that it had released, and that it was called "This Wasn't Released Go Away"

Yvonne refused to comment, but her thoughts were displayed on nearby televisions that said 'i pee pee in the shoe. suffer.'