Transmission 005

This world sets the landscape of my dreams: it is a place of camaraderie forged in the most unthinkable conditions survivable.........

That's life in the Zones at it's simplest. We live under constant attack and are always on the move for fear of extermination or worse. Though, as harsh as a Killjoy's life often is, it comes with the promise of friends, and passion, and a life free of BLInd's pills.

To set the backdrop it may be necessary to divulge a bit of history; some of the information may be missing, but in a world like this you take what you can get.

First to explain, since "The Incident of 2019" the world we now know had been pitched into chaos. What was this incident? Who in the hell knows, or cares? Few documents remain that tell the tale. Nukes, war, what does it matter really, in the long run?

All we know for sure is that life was never the same after that day; not the water, nor the sky, nor any of us. Everyone lost someone. Weather to the heat or to BLInd's sterile white cities, their pills, and promises of a better "after", we all lost someone.


So there it is, just them, and us, and the war between us in this never-ending wasteland.

"They" are the de-facto law- Better Living Industries (BL|IND. And to say that they profited generously from the state of things after the Incident of '19 would be a gross understatement. In the fallout of 2019, BlInd erected cities to shelter the refugees and orphans, and offered the first batches of 'medication' to the berieved masses.After that they swore to clean up the filth (read: rebels) in the Zones surrounding their capital, Battery City. They promised utopia; and most people bought it, took it home, and swallowed it-- three times a day with food.

Que "us": the freedom fighters, The Killjoys.


`We live in small groups, or alone, united under the common banner "Killjoys". To keep in touch across the desert, we communicate over the long-abandoned air-waves. And as for supplies, we scavenge as we can to survive. No one ever said life like this was going easy- but I can tell you one other thing it isn't: numbing.

We are the scattered and brightly colored last stand. We are the runaways, the lost and the desert-hardened rebels. We rejected BLInd's lies, and fled to the Zones in search of freedom. We chose to live on our own terms even though to do so was treason.

So, why do we fight? We fight because clean, predictable life without feeling isn't living at all, and we know it, despite what they say.