Post by Volume Virus on Apr 19, 2011 19:39:56 GMT -5
Before the Helium Wars, I lived on the east coast with my family. I actually didn't have a terrible life, even though I was bored to tears half the time. When the Wars started, at least everything got more exciting: battles on TV, a common enemy to hate, bomb drills...and, eventually, a honest-to-God bombing a few miles off from my house. I almost joined the Army before I even could (age 15, though I could pass for twenty, thank you very much), wanting to fight; the college I had wanted to go to had been flattened in the bombings anyway, so it wasn't as if I could still go. Eventually, the wars ended, and BLI took over.
I had been waiting for that moment ever since I was a kid: my moment to fight back against the world.
My father had died in the bombing of New York City. My mom and brother were more skeptical, but, for a while, I replaced the medicine for their chronic headaches with the happy pills. My brother was barely a sophmore in high school, and there was no way in hell I was letting him come with me to fight, probably to the death, with an omnipotent corporation like BLI. One day, I just up and left. No one chased after me, and, as far as I know, no one even noticed I was gone.
I joined up with a few old friends, Happy Contraption (she used to be a spy, but she's a full-time Killjoy now) and Musically Disturbed (she went off on her own for a while after we got to the Zones). I built a network of safehouses, one in Zones 3, 4, 5, and 6. While working on Six, I reunited with another old friend, Ballistic Blackout, who had decided to drop the "Ballistic" section of her name while training with, get this, the Fabulous Four. We're all together again, living in my second-choice hideout in Zone Five (Four was, shall we say...compromised) with a few houseguests who come and go. I've gotten more and more dangerous, so much so that I've got my own "Exterminate" poster now.
My name is Volume Virus. I am wanted for Extermination.
So, if you're a Killjoy, like me, stay shiny and stay safe. If you ever need help, my friends and I will find you.
And if you're one of BLI's zombies?
Well...we'll get to you later.
I had been waiting for that moment ever since I was a kid: my moment to fight back against the world.
My father had died in the bombing of New York City. My mom and brother were more skeptical, but, for a while, I replaced the medicine for their chronic headaches with the happy pills. My brother was barely a sophmore in high school, and there was no way in hell I was letting him come with me to fight, probably to the death, with an omnipotent corporation like BLI. One day, I just up and left. No one chased after me, and, as far as I know, no one even noticed I was gone.
I joined up with a few old friends, Happy Contraption (she used to be a spy, but she's a full-time Killjoy now) and Musically Disturbed (she went off on her own for a while after we got to the Zones). I built a network of safehouses, one in Zones 3, 4, 5, and 6. While working on Six, I reunited with another old friend, Ballistic Blackout, who had decided to drop the "Ballistic" section of her name while training with, get this, the Fabulous Four. We're all together again, living in my second-choice hideout in Zone Five (Four was, shall we say...compromised) with a few houseguests who come and go. I've gotten more and more dangerous, so much so that I've got my own "Exterminate" poster now.
My name is Volume Virus. I am wanted for Extermination.
So, if you're a Killjoy, like me, stay shiny and stay safe. If you ever need help, my friends and I will find you.
And if you're one of BLI's zombies?
Well...we'll get to you later.
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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