Growing up in the wastelands of Zone 2 wasn’t easy. Scavenging became a true skill for both my sister and I. But that big ball of radiation we call the sun took its toll on her sooner than it did me. We had heard of a place that could help her. Better Living something-or-the-other. So she took the meds they gave her…
At first they showed promise, but not for long. Now she’s gone. The medication made her mad and took her away from me faster than the sun ever could. She may be gone, but here in the desert, her shadow lives on without her.
I vowed I will fight against BL/ind to my death. With my painted smile and “Carousel”, my ray-gun, I will show no mercy to the Draculoids and any who stand in my way.
I’m now in Zone 4. When I first arrived here a little girl gave me something she said would help me on my mission. I’d never seen anything like it. A weird transmission device that picked up static mostly, but every now and then I’d hear a voice. It was my guide…
“Look alive sunshine!
109 in the sky, but the pigs won’t quit! You’re here with me, Dr. Death Defying.
I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter.
Pumpin’ out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you live!
A system failure for the masses, antimatter for the master plan!
Louder than God’s revolver and twice as shiny.
This one’s for all you rock and rollers, all you crash queens and motor babies.
Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary.
It’s time to do it now, and do it loud.”
“Killjoys, make some noise!”
That was the first time I’d heard a Dr. Death Defying transmission. Suddenly I realised who I am and where I belong…
I am Karnivale. I’m a Killjoy!
*Based on My Chemical Romance’s Album – Danger Days: The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys.