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You're in your room late at night, trying to get some homework done. But you can't hear yourself think over the noise of the shouting and gunshots outside, as usual. So you pull your radio over, your solace in the night, and start to fiddle with the dials, looking for something other than that garbage BL/Industries spews out. And then you catch it, just barely. A message.
Welcome back, all you Killjoys.
Tonight, I, you're Eye-in-the-Sky, have something a little different for all you out in Battery City. I, for one, am freaking appalled at the state things have come to. It used to be a pretty nice place at one point. But that was so long ago, even the Old Folks weren't alive yet. Which means it's been this way forever to you, the children. Dirty streets, dirty air, dirty life.
And school is just an effing nightmare, isn't it?
You'd think, with nothing but kids your age, you could find some common ground in that hellhole, huh? You'd be wrong. Survival of the fittest at its meanest. Where if you're smaller than everyone, you run the risk of getting seriously hurt just by coming everyday. Where it pays to be average.
But there will always be those guys who like to hurt just to hear the screams, even in highschool.
And there will always be those of us who are going to dust those suckers with extreme prejudice.
So, all my Killjoy Hopefuls out there, if you think you got the gravy, if you're above average and proud to stand tall and say it loud, I got news for you. Keep your eyes wide at school tomorrow for the girl with blood on her head and gold in her eyes. You give her this message from Dr. Death: The Core is Critical.
That's all for tonight, my little Motorbabies. This is Dr. D, signing out.
Killjoys, Make Some Noise! You jump as fireworks go off far out in the Outer Zones, just now realizing that you were staring out your window the whole time. With steel in your heart, you turn to your mirror and grin at your reflection.
"The Core is Critical." you say to yourself. Tomorrow, you would begin the change. You would become a Killjoy.
