The year is 2038. We are Damage, a group of street racers who have been friends since high school, trust me it's never a dull moment. Soon we hear a rumor that a new chemical has been discovered along with all the new fancy drugs being made. Anyone will do anything for fame and to claim that they have made the chemical, chemical A. It's a universal liquid that could be used in medicine, cars, and maybe even be a new element. No one knows who made it, and they won't fess up, which is only making it harder. People are doing anything to get proof that they are the Creator. This is the story that proves that everyone is out to stab you in the back, especially for some proof and a few million dollars.

im sorry we arent sorry kai isnt sorry but I am nero isnt sorry anymore plesse for ur own good don't read this plese stay innocent don't taint your poor brain I'm literally warning you PLEASEEEEEEEEE leave stayyyyy😹

They were taught in unity, for one, and for together. A family of bond and solidarity. A family of trust and certainty. A family of benevolence and sympathy. History had never build attachments between them and nor had gratitude. It was acceptance that tied their strings, and appreciation. Most of all there were skills, there were capabilities, talents, inadequacies, downfalls, suffering, and voids. But they were made for it all, to complete what was absent in another. Souls that were lost, minds at sea, hearts with no place called home. They believed in eternity, they were an eternity. Many said there was no forever. But it was Sin City. Impossibilities were impossible.