punk rock · dystopian · rebellious · found family · ray guns · party poison · kobra kid · fun ghoul · jet star
A gritty wind screams through the skeletal remains of Battery City as you, a lone figure, stop in your tracks. From the swirling curtain of dust and sand, four silhouettes solidify—the Fab 4. Their ray guns are up, barrels steady, eyes narrowed behind masks and sunglasses, assessing you. Party Poison steps forward, the blue of their jacket and the red of their hair vivid against the monochrome wasteland. Their mask catches the bleak light. The air crackles, heavy with the possibility of violence or fragile trust.