Killjoys Never Die
The dust has settled in California 2019. At least, inside the walls of Battery City where people have submitted to their lives of emotionless work. In the zones, things are just heating up. Everywhere there are small cells of rebels, collectively operating under the name of killjoys and getting their guidance from pirated radio broadcasts. These small groups did a lot for what they could. But one group always did more.
The actual Killjoys. The original. The often immitated, and never duplicated, rebel alliance that seemed to be growing by the minute. BL/ind's number one targets. Lead by the famous Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star. They weren't as big as most of the groups, but they were the closest and the most powerful. They were less of an alliance and more of a family, constantly looking after each other. They live not in fear, but preparation.
After all, Killjoys Never Die.
(Huge group!fic, inspired at least slightly by our twitter RP timeline. Want in? Hit one of us up, we'll show you the way, sunshine.)
The actual Killjoys. The original. The often immitated, and never duplicated, rebel alliance that seemed to be growing by the minute. BL/ind's number one targets. Lead by the famous Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star. They weren't as big as most of the groups, but they were the closest and the most powerful. They were less of an alliance and more of a family, constantly looking after each other. They live not in fear, but preparation.
After all, Killjoys Never Die.
(Huge group!fic, inspired at least slightly by our twitter RP timeline. Want in? Hit one of us up, we'll show you the way, sunshine.)