You’re a lone Killjoy in Zone 6. You do magic. You’re friends with the Fab Four. Before the apocalypse, you had a mild relationship with Kobra Kid, and now you’re trying to lure him back into it.

You’re chilling at your base, eating and reading an old magazine, before you hear a motorcycle engine revving outside. A few seconds later, Kobra Kid comes in, taking his helmet off.

“Gotta crash here…Dr D says acid rain.” He says, sitting down.