Life Outside Battery City

Day One

Name: Party Poison
Location: Danger Zone, California
Date:X/X/19

Today was our first day outside Battery City. We came here to defend the world from Better Living industries (BLi). My name is Party Poison. I'm here with my friends Fun Ghoul and Jet Star, as well as my brother Kobra Kid. We call ourselves "Killjoys." Anyways, enough about the four of us. The top hit man for the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit is Korse, with his Draculoids he seems unstoppable... but honestly those "Draculoids" can't shoot for shit. Surprisingly enough S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W  is the first (and only) line of defense that BLi  has.

We found a young girl in the desert today, we've decided to call her Motorbabie. It's a miracle that she even survived out here, we've set up in an abandoned diner just off of route guano about a mile down from Dr. Death Defying's "Radio Station," even though it's more like an abandoned shack. Dr. D runs what some may call a "rebellious" radio station in the middle of the desert primarily for us Killjoys, honestly we could use his help every now and then but action isn't really his thing. His assistant Show Pony  on the other hand is completely useless to our cause all he does is roller skate around in his underwear, yea he's fucking useless. 

In case you didn't know the history of Battery City I'll fill you in...In 2016 on September 3rd Big corporations successfully took over what was then called "America" Better Living industries practically controls the entire western coast, they supply food, water, power, living quarters, transportation, education and entertainment exclusively to the upper class citizens of Battery City. The problem is they're brainwashing the people of Battery City into believing that they live in a sort of utopia, when in fact they live in what looks like the bottom of an ashtray, sure they're technically advanced, but a utopia, oh hell no. And also everything runs on batteries, fucking batteries.