25 parts Ongoing MatureOh, look at you. Sitting there all smug like you've got this shit figured out. 'Oh, cool, another post-apocalyptic story? Seen it, over it, don't give a fuck.' Yeah? Well, guess what, my dude? You don't know jackshit. And you sure as hell don't know Sky King and Ezra Black. If you did? Yeah, you'd be swan diving headfirst into this glorious mayhem. But hey, don't sweat it; no one's holding a goddamn gun to your head. You wanna dip out? Fine. Run along, sweetheart. It's all optional chaos here. Dip in whenever you feel like it.
Ezra and Sky? Oh, they're two walking middle fingers to destiny. These two? They've been curb-stomping nightmares since they were seven and eight years old. Seven and fucking eight. Barely old enough to tie their fuckin' shoes, let alone survive in a world where demons literally eat you alive. But you know what? They fucking survived. You think you could last that long in a post-apocalyptic shitshow without some heavy-handed plot armor? Go ahead and give it a shot. I'll wait.
Now, cut to right the fuck now. The boys are knocking on thirty-and let me tell you something-they're dominating. In a world they shouldn't have survived, they jackknife powerbombed the shit outta it and slammed it into the goddamn pavement. Yeah, they shook it down in the most disrespectful way possible and came out on top, thriving like absolute fucking kings.
Sure, maybe their moral compass is more of a "suggestion" than a "guiding principle." Maybe they're not out here kissing babies and saving kittens. Who gives a fuck? If you were expecting some righteous, noble bullshit, I don't know what to tell you. Wrong story, champ.
Sky and Ezra? They're the nightmares that make other nightmares piss themselves.
*Cue the goddamn soundtrack*
(Now let's rip that fourth wall down and go ride this thing into the sunset!)
