It was that fateful night in Battery City that a glorious team had finally fallen, the last light behind their eyes extinguished. The smoking husk of what once was a B.L.Ind. headquarters lay beneath the starless sky. The halls were strewn with scores of bodies. The majority were of masked Draculoids, workers and personal hit men for the B.L.I. CEO. Four of them were clad in motorcycle jackets reminiscent of a 50's musical. These were the Fabulous Killjoys. But before, they were known by a different name. They had brought their bullets and in turn were brought love, they gave three cheers for sweet revenge, they marched in the black parade. This is how My Chemical Romance non-canonly came to be.
