Description
Swearing, Depression and other similar themes. Meet Paranoia Paradise, Silver Bullet, Night Speed,Fire Fiend and Sweet Lemon girls living in an underworld haven for Rebels named UG-13 with only fragments of their past to piece together. Their only lead is that they have a rusty car with a bunch of random things in the boot which is hidden under sheets near the abandoned radio station. But how could this be? Wasn't BLI defeated, everyone free to live their lives however they wished and didn't the Fabulous Killjoys die, sacrificing themselves for something that eventually became worse without them when needed most? For a short while, that was the truth but of course when people are vulnerable, there is always someone willing to use their dependency on them for less valiant intention than what is put on paper or advertised on television. The new evil on the block is Citade-L, a corporation that makes Better Life Industry look like a good and charitable business with a clean record. This is not only coming-of-age story, this is a do-or-die situation with four sarcastic, sometimes pessimistic and most of all,hopeful teenagers who don't plan on dying at the end and who prefers spending the time which could be spent dying/mourning eating some greasy food and tubs of ice-cream on the bonnet of their hot-wired car. //////////// Sorry,my alien friends for the long introduction but I decided to let people know of this. I wrote this months ago while I was happily unaware of MCR's breakup and I know you're scratching your noggin wondering how the hell I didn't know..I don't know myself but I know now and I wish I didn't. So enjoy this story if you can and don't hate on me or anyone please. Telling human beings who are sensitive to asshats and only want people to enjoy reading their stories they're shit doesn't help them in any way. I accept constructive criticism and some suggestion if they aren't too scandalous or complicated for me to write.
Hell Sent Us
