My take on the Killjoys verse. I forgot to save the changes I'd made to the chapter, but here it is. I own My Chemical Romance as much as I own a flying unicorn named Gerard Way.

We live in dangerous days. You're not safe anywhere, not in the Zones, definitely not in Battery City. In the Zones, you have to face acid rain, extreme temperatures, and the weather in general. On top of that, there's the Dracs you have to avoid. You choose a life in the Zones, you choose a struggle for life. But at least you don't get the soul sucked out of you.

If you've been fed the BL/ind propaganda all your life, then you'd think that Better Living Industries truly cares about you. A bottle of pills and you've got a perfect life. All the fame and fortune you'd ever want. No emotions, no strings attached. Peaceful isolation from petty human feelings. What's the catch? Nothing but allowing BL/ind complete control over your life. You lose who you are as a person, in exchange for your own frivolous enjoyment. But that's only during life. After death, you're doomed, because you've sold your soul for what? Pleasure.

Better Living Industries has gotten almost everyone these days, either in death or in drugs. The select few of us who have managed to evade both fates manage to scrape out our lives in the Zones. They never truly live. They survive. But only just. And then they die, never having done anything at all in life but just making it. An even smaller percentage of us refuse to stand by. We strive to make a difference. Our goal is to kill the "joy", if it can be called that, of the citizens of Battery City- to tear away the metaphorical blindfold covering their eyes and expose them to the harsh reality of the world, right here, right now.

But you already know about all this. You didn't come here to read all about what you already know, right? You came here because you were thirsty for knowledge, aching to know what it's really like out in the Zones. Now, we'll only delay you with one more sentence- two, counting this one. We are the Fabulous Killjoys, and this is a record of our true lives.

SINcerely,

Party Poison

Kobra Kid

Jet-Star

Fun Ghoul