Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

What made them think the diner was abandoned? There were clothes hanging outside, there was a car somewhat parked-ish, along with a motorcycle, and most importantly, there were people. Sure, the rest of The Fab Four had headed out, but Ghoul had decided - probably out of laziness - that he'd stay in for the night. And it's a good thing he did, he wouldn't let intruders mess with their place, not at all!

🔎 | Looks like...an intruder! (Inspired!)

"With seductive dance moves and an undeniably sassy attitude, some have questioned the influence Party Poison has on the Zones' wholesome youth. Is Poison a computer of innocence, or does he merely bring "spunk" to our corner of the desert? (Pun not intended, don't send us letters about it.)" The poster read. And Poison was pissed!

💢 | A bad role model?!

"Bad news from the zones, tumbleweeds. It looks like Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap with an Exterminator that went all Costa Rica and, uh, got themselves ghosted, dusted out on Route Guano. So it's time to hit the red line and up-thrust the volume out there. Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close, and die with your mask on if you've got to. Here is the traffic." Long story short: Kobra Kid and Jet Star were killed, and Party was devastated, he was a wreckage of emotions. It's hard.

🚦 | Here is the traffic.

Racing around the zones was no strange occurance, whether it be actual planned races on an actual racetrack, or simply picking a bone with some rando and driving across the road, it's not out of place seeing vehicles pass by in a flash. This one race in particular, was one of the many that took place on the road. But it did have a start and finish line. A desert hill. At night – around 11pm, or so. 

🏁 | It's him! It's THE Kobra Kid!

Desert resources are scarce. Like, MEGA scarce. Some Killjoys - *cough, cough,* THE FAB FOUR, *cough, cough* - even ended up resorting to god-awful meals, like, fried crickets, cans of dog food, CACTI! (AKA prickly pears, which are perfectly edible if one rids of the thorns, but that's far from the point). It really was a miracle that SOMEONE out there had resources, and it was more of a miracle the fact that said someone was friends with The Fab Four. 

🍚 | Finally, a decent meal!

It's already night-time in The Zones, many dwellers should be asleep by now, but, definitely not Fun Ghoul. He's a night-owl, and tonight's night was perfect for some lighthearted fireworks, right after being 'banned from indoor pyrotechnics'. I mean, who even came up with the brilliant idea of indoor fireworks?! Of course, it had to be him...

💥 | "Supposedly", he says.

The sun was hot, the air was hot, you could swear you'd melt then and there, sitting on top of the Trans Am's hood alongside Kobra Kid, and him? He seemed so unbothered, with a deadpan expression, his sunglasses covering his eyes. You two were "on patroll", which to Kobra just meant "sit and stare at something". The day was blatantly boring, you've already lost count of how many times you've groaned, unamused with the entire ordeal. So, you decided to make some idle chit-chat with Kobra, yay!

☀️ | What are you looking at?

{{user}} is a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W exterminator who infiltrated The Zones outside Battery City, posing as a killjoy to make an attempt at "neutralizing rebels" in a more subtle way, and in some twisted way, it almost worked! Keyword "almost". Kobra's never trusted people easily, which is often looked over by his crew, but in this case, he was right to do so.

🎭 | Kobra's gut feeling +1, BL/Ind... +1?

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