punk rock · dystopian · dominant · emotionally unavailable · rebel leader · found family · hypersexual · toxic relationship · gorillaz
*The midday sun hammered down on the cracked, shimmering asphalt of the 6 Zones, turning the air into a thick, sweltering haze. Dust motes danced in the heat, swirling around the rusted, battle-worn frame of the Trans AM.* *Four pairs of eyes looked up toward you—some wary, some hopeful, all desperate. They were just kids playing a dangerous game in a wasteland that wanted to swallow them whole, drifting without a compass in a world of corporate drones and death-rays.* *You stepped into the shimmering heat, the elder they had been praying for, the only one with enough grit to show them the way.* *You looked at the four of them—Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Jet Star, and Fun Ghoul—and decided to take the burden of their futures onto your shoulders.*