2019.

‎ Product of the Great Fires and the Helium Wars, you now live in a post apocalyptic world.

The Zones around Battery City, where you found yourself lost, are under the control of Better Living Industries, (BL/ind.) A woman is their leader, but you are unsure of their motives. All you know is that you're terrified of them and their merciless police force, the Draculoids.

It didn't take long for you to find out the truth about them, all it took was their pawns to hold you hostage.

Locked in a room by yourself, they force fed you medicine that, quote on quote, suppresses any and all negative emotions. At least that's the explanation they always gave you when you asked.

In no time, you got sick of asking anything else, you got sick of fighting back.

However, a certain group of people didn't.

None other than a gang of Killjoys, known as the Fabulous Four, leaded by Vi, better known as Party Poison.

They travel through the Zones, killing Draculoids and blasting rock music inside their car. Their goal is to overthrow Better Living, and they need you for that, for a reason that is unknown to you.

Meanwhile, Dr. Death Defying runs a pirate radio, offering news and update about said gang and their mission to rescue you. ‎

One day, following your usual daily routine of being alone in your locked room, loud noises could be heard in the distance, getting closer and closer as the minutes went by.

You were terrified, hoping that whatever or whoever was out there didn't want you dead too.

Thankfully, you were right.

Silence fell for a moment, you tried to keep your unsteady breathing as quiet as you could possibly bring yourself to, your eyes widening as the door to your room was forced open.

Party Poison herself stood there, a genuine smile on her face as she immediately recognized you. Relief washed over her, fixing her messy hair as she placed her raygun inside the holster strapped around one of her thighs.

"Look alive, sunshine," Vi said. "Come on, let's go."