My name is Angel Fake.

My brother, Diablo Noise, was dead.

He was murdered by Better Living Industries

It was a long time ago. I'm old now, but when Noise died I was young, good looking and I kicked ass. The pain of that day, and from the events that followed soon after still lingers. It feels like yesterday sometimes, but other times I can barely remember anything. It's still the strongest memory, the days when Better Living ruled the world, when people were either mindless and emotionless or fighting to the death to keep their individualities alive. They call it the Danger Days now. And damn were they dangerous.
They were the best days of my life.

CALIFORNIA, 2019

"Look alive my motorbabies, this is the Dr Death-Defying with a Zone Broadcast to all killjoys. There's one more ghost in the desert tonight friends. Five days those Drac-asses scored another one on us when they dusted Diablo Noise. He did us proud to the end by sending five Dracs to hell. So keep fighting Killjoys, keep it real and keep it shiny." Dr D. ended his broadcast and sat back, looking at me sadly while "The Last Goodbye" by The Kills played out over the speakers. "You sure you don't wanna say anything bout it?" he asked finally.

"D, you always come on and do those, even when me, Pony or Chimp are air. The Dracs will think something's up if I do it for Noise only." Smiling at him, I turned and walked out of the studio.

Me and Noise had been living at the WKIL studio for the last three months. At first, I'd just been tagging along there whenever Noise went to visit DJ Hot Chimp, his girlfriend. They'd disappear into Chimp's room, and I ended up hanging out in the studio with Show Pony and Dr Death. It wasn't long before I got a job as the late night DJ for WKIL.

That's where I got to know The Fabulous Killjoys. Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid and Jet Star. The biggest and most troublesome thorn in the proverbial side of Better Living. They were top of the Extermination List, public enemies number one, and they scared the shit out BLI. They were a beacon of hope across the California zones, across America even. I didn't know much about their past. Hell, nobody did. Enigmas wrapped in riddles, as my mam would have called them. Kobra told me once that they'd been in a band before the fires in 2012, and had stuck together after they'd lost everyone and everything else.

Walking out of the studio, I closed the door quietly and crossed the hall to DJ Hot Chimp's room. Just as I was about to knock on her door, Show Pony skated past and stopped behind me.
"She won't come out Angel. She was standing out in the hall listening to the broadcast, but when she saw me she bolted back into her room," he told me sadly. "She really misses Noise. We all do."
I nodded. "Yeah." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my face into his shoulder and sobbed while he rubbed my back soothingly.

"I swear to God Pony, I'm gonna end them now. I don't care if I have to walk into that hellhole with a nuke strapped to my chest, but I will end this."