Somewhere in Asia, there's a city that can't be found on any map called Tokyo-To, though most people just call it Tokyo. Those outside of the city who know of its existence know it for four things: Anime, crazy as hell skyscrapers, J-Pop, and Rudies.

Known outside of Tokyo-To as "rudeboys" and "rudegirls", Rudies were youth who were easily identified by their high-tech "netrium" battery powered magnetic roller skates, and their vibrant, carefully crafted graffiti pieces that can be seen on virtually every structure in the city. Talk to any rudie on the street, and they'll tell you that their street art is their way of expressing themselves to the world. Most of these rudies are also part of street gangs, and often cause gang wars in the city streets. But instead of using bullets or knives, the only weapons rudies use are their spray cans, fists, dance moves, and quick wits. It's like watching a ballet, except with aresol spraycans and inline skates.

But in the last few years, the rudies of Tokyo-To have found their way of life threatened. Rokkaku Goji, founder and CEO of the financial conglomerate Rokkaku Group has all but bought out the entire city. From City Hall to the police department, Rokkaku has single handedly taken over the city and is hell bent on passing his "Rokkaku Law", which outlaws all types of expression for the sake of increasing Tokyo-To's productivity. It's a giant pile of bullshit thrown on top of a dead tree, if you ask me.

And thanks to putting his own flunkies in charge of the Keisatsu, the rudies have constantly been on the receiving end of intense police brutality. Excessive force, attack dogs, tear gas, you name it, Rokkaku's goons have used it on these kids. Hell, they've even killed some of these rudies in cold blood. Rokkaku and his goon squad don't care, so long as it means less obstacles towards their goal. The rudies, for their part, haven't given up the fight, and continue to stick it to Rokkaku with their graffiti.

But Tokyo-To is simply the start for Rokkaku. He's already made moves to get this law passed in the States. But even when the current president is a total buffoon surrounded by racists and incompetent, greedy morons, not every big businessman can have a direct line to the president. Word is, Rokkaku's sent some of his men to get the law passed in Wood Oak City, one of the U.S.' most notoriously corrupt cities. But I got some hope. There's a group of young detectives there that cleaned up that city all by themselves in the past. They've taken on cyborgs, ninjas, mobsters, and just about anything else you could think of...

Beeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeep Beeeeeeeeep!

The sound of a phone alarm blared throughout the room. A man, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, cursed loudly, upset that his alarm ruined the dramatic monologue he was recording.

"I'll have to redo it later," he grumbled. "I hate when this happens."

Reaching for his phone, he turned the screen on and saw the memo that popped up as the alarm continued to go off: broadcast in 10 min.

"Ight, time to get ready."

Shutting off the phone alarm, the man closed his laptop, and walked towards the entrance that led to the basement of his building. As he made his way downstairs, he thought about all of the insanity that was going on in Tokyo-To in Rokkaku's grip. Although he technically wasn't a rudie, he had often gotten into several confrontations with the cops and other citizens thanks to his skin tone. Black folks were uncommon in Asia, and especially Tokyo-To. And all of the anti-black racism he faced from random people on the street often worn down on him.

The cops were no better. Aside from being Rokkaku's underlings, they often arrested him on bogus charges, and beat the life out of him every time he was in lock up. Eventually, he managed to get the services of a good lawyer who took pity on him, and managed to get Rokkaku off his back, and an extra tweve million yen in damages to boot. He shuddered to think of what would've happened to him if he didn't get that lawyer.

Before he knew it he had made it to the basement. Keyboards were strewn everywhere, DJ equipment was all over the place, all surrounded by giant speakers. The man flashed a cocky grin. He was back in his natural element.

Ten years ago, he had converted his basement into a pirate radio station that broadcasted all over Tokyo-To. Initially he simply played underground and international artists that were ignored by mainstream Tokyo-To radio. But the station quickly gained a big rudie following, especially as Rokkaku had first gotten in power and began censoring everything. During that period, he had started becoming critical of Rokkaku and his government on air, which attracted even more rudies and average citizens who hated how Rokkaku was trying to stifle their creativity, eventually becoming the de facto anti-Rokkaku radio station.

Of course, it wasn't long before the government caught wind of the station, and tried to shut it down. Though the Keisatsu eventually figured out who he was, and tried to intimidate him into shutting down the station, he refused to give out it's location, and the lawsuit forced them to back off anyway.

Donning his signature blue sunglasses, he took a look at himself in a nearby mirror. He was wearing a stylish hoodie that had the colors of Africa on it, with a "Black Power" fist in the middle, and back jeans and sneakers that matched his hoodie. Five giant spiked dreadlocks and a giant red "K" tattoo on his head capped off his wild, vibrant style.

"You're looking handsome today, baby!" The man said to his reflection. "Mmm, mmm, mmmnn... Hell, what am I even saying, I'm always handsome!"

Laughing to himself, he walked to his radio console and switched on his computer and DJ equipment. "Moody's Shuffle" began blaring from the speakers.

Alright, time to go live in 3... 2... 1...

He switched his mic on. It was time.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, TOKYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The man bellowed in the hammiest voice he could muster. "This is your hard-walking, truth talking, always squawking, JET SET RADIOOOOOOOO! Even the Keisatsu tune in here when they're not eating donuts! I'm your main man bringing you that uncut, raw underground sound, DJ Professor K! Broadcasting live live from Tokyo-To's underground, and around the world on Jet Set Radio dot Net! let's see what's going down in the streets of Tokyo today..."

Don't expect stable updates for this one. I'm writing this mostly to get out of my writer's block. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)