In the year 2019, California has become the front lines for the battle between B.L.I. and the Killjoys. A young teen, wolf hawk, is chasing the life of a killjoy. But after a night he can't remembe...
I awoke to a familiar voice known to everyone throughout battery city.
“News from Route Guano rock n’ rollers. The killjoys just brought me a ‘special delivery.”
Oh no, no, no. they think I work for B.L.I.
“Now I know you know how to contact me. How should I take care of this creativity killer?”
“Hey Doc, I aint no vulculoid.”
“Well,” he answered with a grin, “how do you expect to explain your possessions?”
“Crazy night, robbed a vending machine.”
“Well, what are ya then?”
“I’m a bit of a killjoy.”
“Well then, I guess you won’t mind answering to Party Poison and Kobra Kid.”
“Not at all, triple D.”
I was lying. I had a bad run in with Party Poison that went…. awkwardly. Dr. Death Defying untied me and took me to a bunk.
“They’ll be here in a few hours”
I lay down and tried to clear my head. Then I drifted to another subject. What happened last night?