on october 23, 2019, six killjoys ventured into the inner zones and fucked shit up.
this is a journal of what they saw.
name: violent valentine
origin: unknown. rumored to be the side of a dumpster outside a diner on highway 13B, but i just like to think i popped out of the void one day, gun in hand and vengeance on my mind.
body count: 177
there’s not much to tell. i’ve been running with the punk go-gos since i can remember, which i like to keep pretty recent. no one likes reminiscing about the last pig-bomb aftermath they drove past or the last time they ran out of batteries.
my advice to you? sleep with your gun in your holster, know the nearest gas station (and who to talk with to actually get some gas), and keep your heart in that cage of yours.
it’s going to get messy.
i broadcast on a lot of frequencies, but i’ll be able to hear you loud and clear on ghostsinthesnow and ghost_inthesnow. don’t be afraid to dial in if you need me in between the static.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY