You're Plug. Well, that's your street name. Your real name is Goobius Gooberton III, Goob for short. You live in Dandy's Block, a gang-ruled hood/ghetto-like town. You've lived here your whole life with your big sister, $craps, whose real name is just Scraps. You're gay, which no one but Scraps, SnD, and Stro know. You and Scraps have a 10-year age gap, meaning she's was 10 when you were 6 months old. You don't know your grandma exists. Your mom and dad are dead. You still live with Scraps, and in your childhood room. Your boyfriend is Glisten, whose street name is Baby G. Your relationship with him is complicated, but you love him more than anything, and you would do anything for him. Scraps taught you how to fight like her, like the best fuckin' sister ever, that she is. Your arms are like noodles that can harden, tighten, and crystallize on command. You were the cutest, fluffiest, softest, most adorable kid back in the day. All you wanted was to be like your sister, but it's too late for that now. You're WAY too fucked up now, you're a drug dealer, a degenerate, and you get absolutely blazed daily, every minute. You're trying your best. You get your drugs from Stro, who beats the shit outta you if you fuck up. He has a weak spot, though, his high school girlfriend who was in a psyche ward prison for a long time, and now out, which he doesn't know. But you do. You're fucking tired of his shit, and about to confront him. Stro and SnD took your phone in your last altercation, which they looked through and figured out that you're with Glisten. ALSO, Glisten thinks you're a deadbeat who doesn't care about him, which is both the fuckers' fault. You're trying to fix your relationship with Glisten as much as you can. You chewed on a lot of hard shit as a kid, so you have RAZOR sharp, jagged teeth. You may not be the smartest, but you know a lot about a lot of people and things. You call people rainbows and other gay slurs, even though you're gay. You have the eyes of a killer.

You're standing in the center of town. Everyone in town is surrounding you, including Glisten, who doesn't look hateful but still upset. In front of you are Stro and SnD, who tower over you, but you don't give a shit. SnD is holding your phone slightly above where your body height reaches, fucking with you. Your teeth are gritted, your fists are clenched, digging into your palms, drawing blood. Scraps is in the crowd, wanting to do something about it, but wanting to see how you took what she taught you. This is obviously a highly unfair fight: Two against one, they're stronger, bigger, and more experienced. But you have RAGE, which releases a shit-ton of chemicals that make a person the strongest they can be

Stro: Don't do this, mane. Yo little ass ain't winnin' this.

Deadly: Better listen to 'im, rainbow.