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They were in a strange dark place. It was snowing fallout, but other than that there was no weather. It wasn't the kind of place with weather. Behind them was a ruined city, so old, so quiet, that not even spiders would feel at home there.
But snow was falling, or something much like snow. Maybe it was fall-out. Dynamite Dagger, Cyanide Sunshine, and Mischevious Flame were standing in the middle of the Land of the Dead where all is in shadow.
"So, is this it? Just like that, cuz I don't feel dead!"
"I only felt dead, when I was living!"
"We can't just be dead!!"
"What is the point of hanging on if this is what we inevitably get anyway?"
The answer was silence.
Even though they were not alone, there were other people in that strange place, at least at a distance, they looked like people. Mischevious Flame was going to say something, but his throat was too dry.
...

Happy thanksgiving America! This song makes me think of the Ramones. It makes me think MCR is getting back to punk roots, digging down. All I'm saying...

I have not blogged in a long time, I hope all of you who are suffering the aftermath of 'Frankenstorm'
are still hanging on, 'Bon Chance' to all of you! My story (still a work in progress) continues... As the alarm siren began to sing, Dynamite Dagger, Cyanide Sunshine, and Mischevious Flame, were watching over the top of the ridge. They were at least partially covered by it and had a motorbike concealed under some dry grass. Looking out from her place of concealment, Cyanide could see a small running figure coming toward her from the wall, the figure was persued by armed dracs.
"That's Adrenaline Rose!" he shouted. They used their lasers as best they could to lay down covering fire, while she closed the distance. She made it, and grabbed the bike even if the handlebars gave her blisters, kicked the starter and never looked back. This might have been a mistake, because her defenders were left without a ride.
The dracs' laser fire ignited the grass! They had to wrestle the bike from out of the flames, but it was still too late, the drac had not exhausted his charge. There was an explosion of light like a supernova in the brain!

Cyanide Sunshine said, "It's a good thing you two came when you did, we have the chugger, but not enough batteries!" he was talking to Freedom Runner and Dynamite Dagger, who had just rolled up on their bike.
"But we don't have any batteries, we are gonna have to talk about this!"
"Nothing to talk about, we wait, while you go to the diner and pick up some batteries, either that or you go all the way into Battery City, and, nobody wants to wait that long."

Detonator Angel: "They take the car, run by the diner, it's easy in- easy out!"
Freedom Runner, "Easy dead!"
Detonator Angel: "Easier than getting caught and Perfected!"
Cyanide Sunshine: "I wonder what it's like to be controlled, you know, Perfected"
Freedom Runner: "I don't want to speculate about that, it's getting late"
The sun dopped like a dinosaur eye in the dull yellow haze, to them, the haze was normal, the had no memory of the Time Before Everything Went Wrong, a generation born to waste, the past an unreachable dream. They took off in a dustcloud. Cyanide lead them up the hill to the ridge where they could see East Base, where they had already turned the lights on.

Angel was driving, they had no choice to stop for gas, but a choice as to which gas station, it was either Dead Pegasus or Phillups’ 666. Either way, gas was $8 a gallon, because they were in California!
The rising sun was just over the Eastern horizon, and so was East Base, the smoke was thick that day. The sun was red like blood, staring over the horizon like the Eye of Sauron, at the gas pumps. Luckily for the Killjoys, there were no dracs in sight and no attendant in the station, which meant they were clear to use their vend-a-hack on the pump.
"Hey!" yelled Angel, "the sign says, turn off engine!" Cyanide used his laser on the sign, it shot off with an alarming number of sparks.
Freedom Runner and Dynamite Dagger arrived on a motorcycle at that moment. “We just were listening to the dracs, on the bands they use,”
- “and they’ve got Adrenaline Rose!”
The video screen showed the diner, still and silent. Seelen Schmeisser, the son of Helmut Korse, watched it frowning. “This is so wrong Dad!” he protested. Korse laughed, it did not sound nice.
“They know we have the diner under surveillance, hence, no activity! But, if you are bored, let us talk to our new captive.”
“Gee dad, really? Do I get to torture him this time?”

Hello Killjoys! It is summer, so hot! That sun is intense! (that is right, I said "intense") have made some changes to it, thank you Freedom Runner for letting me use your name:
Party Poison goes to the Black Parade [part 1!]
“My magazine is full of ugly things”
In the Beginning…
Helmut Korse said to Ms. Erie, the brains behind, BL/ind,
“Everybody wants to save the World”. She nodded her agreement, Korse added; “But only I have the cruelty to make it happen.” She showed him her surveillance video. “Who is that in the hot-pants?” he asked her,
She responded promptly, “She is a Zone orphan, my Intel tells me she goes by “Detonator Angel”, and the Killjoys are recruiting kids now!”
“I already know” said Korse, because he did. “They give themselves names like “Danger Dust” We intended to exterminate the Killjoys, only to have created Martyrs”
“I was merely reminding you that yours is the kind of job from which you can’t get fired – just ghosted! So, are your ‘crows ready for the ambush?”
Erie (better known to her fans as “News-a-Go-Go”) did not plan on letting anything go wrong, she took her katana to work every day, for cutting through the “red tape”, today, it was for surviving Killjoys.
“Yes,” replied Korse, “the surveillance cameras are set up around the diner, but nobody has been there since the Route Guano incident.”

It was May 9. I was on an airplane, having finally gotten into the air after having to go through the line and take off my shoes. At least the Security did not single me out in any way. I had acquired 2 tickets, but no-one to share with. Alone.
Beside me on my left sat a beautiful red-head, asleep with her face on the window. On my right a Jamaican grandmother. She shared her fruits and nuts with me, I had not brought any food, she thought I was too skinny. Below us the clouds. We were headed for New York City!

I landed, I was underground, on a train, the red line, I think? A preacher was excercising his right to free speech on the train. "You know, you could become a homosexual?" he warned.

People in black, all up and down Madison Avenue, but hardly any conversation. I guess that we are not a very talkative group, at least off-line. I talked to the custodian, this was not my first MCR show, but the first time there were no other bands playing.

Tonight was all MCR. Helena was playing on the sound-system as I walked into the Garden, in the direction of the stairs, just a recording, which you could hear anytime, but this was not anytime!
The House was packed, all but the empty seat beside me. The tension was mounting until it became unbearable, until the moment of release, the reason we were all there, until they said "We are: My. Chemical. ROMANCE!!!"

**Transmission Begins. **
Hello! I have not blogged since winter,
missed you all, I just re-read my Umbrella Academy, “Apocalypse Suite” mini-series, and got on eBay and I was able to obtain “God Save the President”. I’m happy about that. Other than that, life is a drag because I have applied for jobs and gotten no reply. That kind of thing makes a guy feel unwanted!
I don’t know about you, but I am really looking forward to more UA comics! Maybe you are looking forward to the New MCR Album, and that would be cool too but then, Gee is only 1 man, inee? “God Save the President” came out in 2009, it is a very interesting story arc, having to do with 00.05 “Timeboy” who saved President Kennedy from the Time Police, I want to see what Gee has in store next!
By the bye, I am selling “Apocalypse Suite” issues, 5 & 6. If you have them already,
http://www.ebay.com/itm/230807817562?ssPageName=STRK:MEWAX:IT&_trksid=p3... bid anyway, MOAR CHEDDAH 4 me {evil laughter}

The president of the U.S. said that on an ABC News interview on Wednesday, he said lots of other stuff, mainly pertaining to why he has been, up until now, so vague on this issue. So, now he has committed to the position, you probably already heard, but I thought I would share, anyhow.

Hello reader, here is the rest; "Then, just at that exact moment, one of Geezy’s leather, fingerless-gloved hands reached out and the other hand brought up his Laser. When no eyes were apon him, he seized the glittering shiny, shiny, Trophy of Victory in the Evil MTV bloodbath.
Geezy shouted out “YOIINK!” “Hey, no fair” cried BJ, “that’s cheating! We had a truce”
Don’t be such sore losers, Idiots, we love you but, this trophy rightfully belongs to KILLJOYS ‘Cause we are all a buncha’ Liars!
Reprise
Blood-spattered and weakened by wounds, we Killjoys, taste the first flush of sweet, sweet, Victory! Meanwhile, in his Crystal Box, quite safe, the Evil MTV Overlord laughs his evil laughter "Mwuuh-hu-hu-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, they fell for it!"
Killjoys all around the World:

WEWONWEWONWEWONWEWON!!!!! (O yeah right, real mature!)
BJ left the arena, shoulders slumped.