#killjoy oc

There's a kid now. Named them Bolt.

Now I know what you're thinking, the hell I picked up a sand pup from? In truth, I didn't think any kid their age would be out here in the Zones. The pup was covered in dirt and motor oil which, well, let them blend right in. From experience, the zones are difficult to navigate without some basic knowledge. And judging by how I found them hiding in the junkyard within the shade of some pile of rusted and busted cars, panting frantically looking about like some stray dog with a singular metal pipe which wouldn't do much to either of us. The kid didn't know any better. Not sure how they got all the way out here alone, but there was this fire, a desperate flicker of help.

Valerio said I should've just left them somewhere for some runner to take them into their crew. I simply ignored him, per usual at his very much dumb suggestions. Sides he'd come and go from time to time so his input was half taken into the equation. Bolt was quiet about the whole thing and made me chuckle when they gave Valerio a side eye. Forgot how ruthless some of them are.

The little guy reminded me of myself.

In any case, I went back to Tommy's and finally started to rack some carbon. Seems like BLI loved their fuck ass vending machines. Though I'll admit they have their use. As much as I hated power pup…a human body needs protein. Gave one to Bolt and they downed it like no tomorrow. It was both concerning and kinda funny. The little pup has been of good help when doing handy work. Seems it was like their repayment for letting them say. The eagerness that borderlined trying to prove something.

The radio has become their safe heaven, just like it had for me. Funny enough it was like the Doc knew. My can of juice is raised to ‘em. Oh forgot to mention someone who seemed to have joined in on. (Or maybe they were already there but I've never noticed) Cherri Cola. He has his own section on the station. I liked his bits of wisdom, and had a pretty way of speaking. Don't see much of that out here. Always just live fast and die Bright. Then again, in a world where everyone tells you to stand still, who wouldn't want to let loose.

Theirs this Liberty in rebellion, rooted in a form of hope that you don't get to see anywhere or anyone. Killjoys seem to have it down to their core. The good kind. A flare burning brighter than the rays shone upon them. Like getting to listen to noise others understand. A message only read by those who looked in the right place. Maybe I have…at least the first few lines

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I have an offering, a suggestion, if you will!

But first... do you love Danger Days? Do you have Danger Days OCs? Do you like to roleplay? Do you like American rock band My Chemical Romance?

If you answered yes to any of the above, I have great news!

I run a Discord server called the Zones. This server circulates around Danger Days and OCs, with channels to make art, share your writing, roleplay, and more!

Don't have an OC yet, but you're still interested? NO WORRIES!! There are specific channels where you can bring up ideas and ask for tips on how to perfectly curate your character!

The community is really awesome, everyone is so sweet. We'd love to have YOU be a part of it!!

(We also have tupperbox for roleplaying and pluralkit for any systems that would like to join!)

A little bit about him!!! this is no show, my killjoysona/oc. i've had him as my "first official oc'' for a long long time. he's had many outfit changes and lore changes, and he's sort of an oc x canon with party poison? my friends all love him and my friend even made a funny 21 second "song" for him....... i'm planning on making a separate roleplay blog on here and a strawpage just for him so you guys can learn more about his personality! remember, there's always more that meets the eye to people.. and he's no different : - )