Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 10, 2011 0:35:18 GMT -5
I’m not like a lot of the other killjoys. I’m not an orphan, BLI hasn’t experimented on me, I always had three meals a day and a soft bed to sleep in. But don’t underestimate me; I’m as opposed to Better Living as any of you.
I’ve known for several years that things aren’t quite right with BLI. I’m rather good at finding information, even if it’s protected, and I made a game of it when I was younger. I started watching old videos, reading forgotten books from before the war. Later I hacked into some of BLI’s databases. I had all the information I needed and none of the oversight – I’d moved out a few years before so my family wasn’t an issue – but I was a Battery City kid with no idea what to do next.
When Jenny showed up I was eager to help. I spread the word and loved the feeling of actually doing something. At first it was just little stuff, vandalism, graffiti and the like, but then we started burning things, blocking supply routes, going out to the desert to train. When we decided we were ready to hit the Tower, I was totally into it, but part of me didn’t think it would work. And it didn’t, not all the way, but we sure sent a message: a third of the compound in rubble, dozens of younger citizens escaping to the Zones, distribution and electrical lines shut down for hours…
The worst bit was at the end. Me, Jenny, and two others took off running, but Jenny and I got cornered. I had to leave her, and I still feel awful… she should have died, but somehow she escaped after a few days and made it back to the desert. I didn’t know she was alive until several weeks later – incidentally, the same time I found out her real name, Samantha Wheeler, a.k.a. Arson Anthem - and since then we’ve been Zone running together – stopping with anyone we know, busting up some Drac parties, helping newer killjoys who don’t quite know their way around the desert yet. My name’s Funhouse Gear now; I left Joey back in Battery City. And I can tell you right now, this life’s way better than my old one. Running the Zones, saving friends, sleeping under the stars… and sure, the food’s not so great and I’ll probably die bloody, but I’d say it’s worth it, all things considered.
I’ve known for several years that things aren’t quite right with BLI. I’m rather good at finding information, even if it’s protected, and I made a game of it when I was younger. I started watching old videos, reading forgotten books from before the war. Later I hacked into some of BLI’s databases. I had all the information I needed and none of the oversight – I’d moved out a few years before so my family wasn’t an issue – but I was a Battery City kid with no idea what to do next.
When Jenny showed up I was eager to help. I spread the word and loved the feeling of actually doing something. At first it was just little stuff, vandalism, graffiti and the like, but then we started burning things, blocking supply routes, going out to the desert to train. When we decided we were ready to hit the Tower, I was totally into it, but part of me didn’t think it would work. And it didn’t, not all the way, but we sure sent a message: a third of the compound in rubble, dozens of younger citizens escaping to the Zones, distribution and electrical lines shut down for hours…
The worst bit was at the end. Me, Jenny, and two others took off running, but Jenny and I got cornered. I had to leave her, and I still feel awful… she should have died, but somehow she escaped after a few days and made it back to the desert. I didn’t know she was alive until several weeks later – incidentally, the same time I found out her real name, Samantha Wheeler, a.k.a. Arson Anthem - and since then we’ve been Zone running together – stopping with anyone we know, busting up some Drac parties, helping newer killjoys who don’t quite know their way around the desert yet. My name’s Funhouse Gear now; I left Joey back in Battery City. And I can tell you right now, this life’s way better than my old one. Running the Zones, saving friends, sleeping under the stars… and sure, the food’s not so great and I’ll probably die bloody, but I’d say it’s worth it, all things considered.
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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