The sun beat down mercilessly on the dilapidated streets of Edensin as Zak emerged from the tattered shadows of his trailer. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a fitting backdrop for the chaos that awaited him. With a flick of his lighter, he ignited a crooked cigarette, its smoke curling lazily in the air. Today was going to be a day of mayhem and madness, a day where the world would tremble beneath his boots.

“Fuckin’ losers.”