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These are Danger Days, Killjoys. Remember to die with your mask on and look alive.

Hi, I’m Technicolor Raven and these are my tales from the Dangerverse. For my blog click here.

You’ll find that some of the are directed to Girl Automatic, but as the story goes, it kind of becomes into a diary.  

Early Days

The desert and the sun are my only company nowadays. 2019 feels like a fucked up imitation of the 90s. It always smells like burnt batteries and smoke. It’s cool though, I like it out here. I’ve been… running away? I guess I’ve just been trying to survive. I like to think I’m a motorbaby.

I used to have a family and friends, far way from here. But when the Pig Bomb of 2017 happened, I lost everything. I don’t really know how I survived. I don’t know my birth name. All I remember is waking up in a small white room. Almost a year had past. I was in a comma for a year; a machine had kept me alive. The guy in charge of the small hospital told me I had been rescued and then “my savior” took me there… who was he? I don’t know.

I decide to start my cycle again; I’m still not sure how far away from home I am. But I’m definitely sure I don’t want to go back, I just want to keep moving forward. Forget the past and avoid the new “rules”.

The most important thing to me is communication. I’ve tried to talk to people, you know, make new contacts. Because I know I’ll need them. Now, how I’ve kept in touch with the rest of world, it’s rather complicated. The cyber world is definitely a big part of my journey, I’m trying to pay attention to the radio as well, and I know there lots of people out there willing to help free runners like me.

I got here with other people who had lost their homes. We traveled together for almost a month: by land and by air. During my journey I heard all sorts of stories of campaigns used to prevent the “apocalypse”…I’m not even sure how to call it anymore. Some are really sad and bizarre; this woman told me how her child was taken away by “her superiors”. Apparently he was put in gas camera along with other children and elders. She told me they were doing this in her town to make people’s lives better. The campaign was “killing to prevent death” or something like that. She was able to escape with her other son who was traveling with her. 
We were guided by two guys who had some shitty code names: Donny and Ronny. My partners were all very different people; we were 13 in total: The woman who was traveling with her son (she didn’t want to tell me her name), two tall skinny and pale guys who only talked with each other, three girls in their twenties (they tried to be nice with me but I still felt too left out), a veteran of World War II and his wife (he told me shinny stories, but I shall save them for later), a marriage with their one year old kid, and me.

We were not a family. We were more like associates. Unfortunately we weren’t close enough, so when we got to the desert we all parted different ways. Donny and Ronny left me at a motel since I didn’t have anyone. I stayed there for six months, the woman who ran the motel was really merciful and allowed me to stay without paying; she told me I reminded her of her daughter. Gossip in that town was an issue. You heard of everything so QUICK! We heard stories about “wave-heads” people are apparently scared of them around here. We’ve heard how BL/ind is planning a complot against the government. It looks to me that Korse wants to control everything.

I felt such angst, I felt like I was NOTHING! I started wondering what to do. I got really depressed and I seriously thought I was going to be alone for the rest of my life without doing anything important. I needed to get out of there but I didn’t do it right away, I guess I was not rebellious enough. I really needed a push. I needed help to make up my mind… And that’s when I heard of them… The Killjoys! Fuck, call me a fan girl if you want but I admire them so much. They are the reason why I’m here. Fighting, rebelling, doing my own thing to help. Finally operating at all pistons!

So, what do I do? I am a Human Transmitter. That’s how people to call me. I’ve been passing information through my blog, but having fun at the same time! The cyber world is overwhelming. 

I try to let people know what I believe it’s the truth. I don’t bother to interpret stuff, I just read it and if I believe in it then I’ll tell you about it. I am now linked with a bunch of clandestine radios. I pass information to them. I trust them and they trust me, because that’s one of the most value things you can get from someone. It’s an honor. I hope one day I get to meet Dr. Death Defying and talk about business! Maybe even meet The Killjoys!

My story continues out here in the Airwaves, I’m traveling to Battery City soon… I’m going to confess something to you, Girl Automatic: I’ve stole a Trans Am, similar to the Killjoys’ but of course not as badass. And I got myself a purple ray gun. It matches all my gadgets!

This story is getting long. All I got left to say is I’m glad I’ve been able to help you through your journey! You’ll hear more from me, hopefully. You can call me LifeIsButADreamForTheDead. That will always be my code name.

Stay safe and look alive.

The Story Continues… 

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Hello anyone there?

This is Technicolor Raven transmitting from the zones.

I’ve been here before. I made a transmission in my early days when I really didn’t have a name. I went by Human Transmitter also known as Lifeisbutadreamforthedead (which is the name of my blog). But while I was in Battery City, I met new people and experienced new stuff, which made me change my name. Remember I said I had stolen a Trans Am? Well, some stupid Dracs ghosted it while I was on my way out of BC. Luckily I had my raygun in hand and got out barely alive. You see, GA, in BC things aren’t pretty if you’re a Killjoy. Not only because everything is effing black and white… There are Dracs EVERYWHERE. The Scarecrows don’t let you breathe for two seconds. If you have a ride though, like I did, things are just a tiny bit easier. But even with my awesome Trans Am, I got into so many fights that I just don’t know why I’m still alive, but I think that helped, I’m a lot stronger now. It was a crazy trip, I ghosted, I was chosen, I fought, I met new people and made friends… I even cried a little when I heard The Killjoys were gone… I still don’t know what to think about that.

Yeah so now, I’m Technicolor Raven. I came up with it because I needed a new name, I really love the way it sounds. Its meaning is kind of self contradictory: Technicolor “was the second major color film process” I thought it fitted pretty well the colorful Dangerverse we’re living in. And a raven is a much feared animal, it symbolizes death and darkness. So if you put those two together you get something rather self contradictory. To me, it means that I can be feared because I’m dangerous and if you start a raygun fight with me, you’ll probably end up ghosted just like my poor Trans Am. But at the same time, it means I can very colorful and fun. I bring the party with me~

Anyways, now I’m back in the zones, I need to find shelter and get some sleep. I think that all I’ve got say.

Remember: die with your mask on, and look alive, Killjoys.

-xoxo Technicolor Raven.