Killjoys, Make Some Noise!
Welcome to the lovely dump of a home that we call Battery City. How it got to be this way, nobody really remembers much. There is some who say war caused it, but no one is really sure. All we know is what fight is happening right now. And that is BLI Industries, with Korse and his Draculoid minions: the very reason we run for our lives. They serve a drug that they said would "fix" us. All it did was make people happy by brainwashing them. I am part of an underground group. We are sarcastically known as The Killjoys. We kill the very false joy that BLI distributes, and this is our story.
"Look alive, Sunshine!" cries the old radio by my cot. I get up to that man's voice every day. That would be Dr. Death-Defying, the owner of the Killjoy Pirate Radio Network. He gives us the news on what's happening around battery city. I groan as a try and crawl out of my cot to get to my so-called uniform. This would be a pair of yellow trip pants, red shoes, a red shirt, a blue tie, and a pair of goggles. As I put on my last shoe I hear another familiar voice of one of my partners in crime (and girlfriend), Killer Kat.
"Suicide, get in here and eat before this can of food gets cold on us again!" That's right my name is Suicide Speedway or Suicide for short.
"I'll be in there in a minute Kat." I groan back at her. I'm definitely not a morning person… at all! They call me Suicide Speedway because I'm the driver and my drug is speed. I drive fast and dangerous, so most Dracs have been hit by my ride. I get over to her and kiss Kat on the cheek before opening my can of food and begin eating. Then I hear groans from the other member of the group, Mardigras Madness: Killer Kat's friend before they became Killjoys. She comes in, takes a can of food, and eats as well. This is how life usually is for us, besides the occasional Drac attack. Boy, did I get a surprise today.
"I hate to report this news Killjoys, but it turns out the club of Party Poison, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, and Kobra Kid have been eliminated…" said Dr. Death-Defying mournfully. And that's when I dropped my can. Those guys were the best of the best when it came to being a Killjoy. They had a body count in the hundreds when it came to killing Dracs. If someone told me I was mad, that probably would have been the understatement of the century. I was a time bomb of rage about to go off. I grabbed my recently painted Ray Gun, squeezing the life out of the handle. We always paint these stupid white guns to give them that killjoy look. Mine is yellow with a blue handle and a red spiral across the sides. Kat and Madness were saddened by the news. Each of us had met the group a few times and have been saved at least once by them.
"Are you ok?" Kat cautiously said to me.
"I'm gonna kill him…" I said, holstering my gun and then looking at my Mustang outside, ready to ride into another Suicide Mission (as my crew affectionately calls them). There is no way in hell Korse killed my friends and I'm going to just keep running now. "Korse is a dead man."
That's when we started to putting these pieces of a plan together. Now, if you actually believed that, then you obviously don't know us. This is the whole plan…ATTACK! If you didn't know, each of us has our own individual talents. I'm the driver; it doesn't matter what vehicle you give me, I drive it and drive it fast. The faster I drive, the better I get; it doesn't matter what road or how hard the turns are.
Killer Kat may seem at first glance to be your average girl in the Wasteland, but I can assure you. she can rip your head off. She is the artillery. Now, I can shoot a gun and do it while driving just fine. However, in the back of the Mustang, she has bats, hammers, cattle prods, automatic ray guns, etc. Her favorite is her gloves which have claws on the ends of it, which sometimes she likes to attach to batteries and electrocute people.
Mardigras Madness is the hacker of our little group. Run out of ammo or lose your gun, she can hack a BLI vending machine and get it for free. She can hack more than just vending machines, but that's what is mainly around. She is good fighter as well when it comes to being up close and hand to hand.
We don't always get along, but when we all have a common reason to do something, we work like cogs in a clock. We get all our supplies out of the shed and put it in the Mustang (mainly just cans of food and batteries... We don't really have much). Now that they got over the initial shock of the news, the girls were mad as Hell. We reloaded our ray guns while Madness hacked the vending machine and got all the batteries out along with a few extra ray guns.
That's when the long drive started. We were a long ways away from BLI's main headquarters. We had been running from them for years to try and spread the word about their mind controlling drugs. So it is a lot easier to avoid Korse and the Draculoids when you're away from their main district. Now, I was driving headfirst, peddle to the metal, into Hell on Earth. If you told me I was going to be doing this week earlier, I probably would have run you over. Now, I was driving there planning to take out everyone in it: a place where Draculoids kill like it's their job, or at least more than usual.
As you start driving, you start to see a few places that look like war zones. This is probably where most of the rumors of war come from. But most of this place is desert, so it's hard to be sure. Every now and then you see craters where a bomb may have gone off. This is the world I call home. It's a big trash heap, but I guess it's my trash heap. I got up to at least a hundred and that's usually when Kat starts freaking out.
"Suicide! Slow the Hell down!" she shouted, digging her claws into the seat. This time, I wished I listened.