Floating from their glossy throne of a spaceship, corrupted the throne is from the inside, the heroes are found discussing their first mission. “So what exactly is your name, sir?” The Man asks to the driver, “Oh! Thanks for asking! It’s uuhh, um. I’m pretty sure its… Zack?” It wasn’t his name, but he could not remember it, for his mind was altered. Slowed by rot. Zack reaches his hands down to the pocket of his pants and pulls out a note, the note filled with stains. “So, you kids-” the vehicle wobbling across and over, the driver not paying attention and impaired, tossing the heroes from one side of the seat to the other “Are going to this planet, right? And here you’ll be-” an small sized asteroid crashes into the front view, leaving a large crack across the window “heading to this large building, right? And there’s like, this guy, right? He’s at the top, and uuuhhh, you gotta… go kill em”. The Man, now head down on the seat and his body hung over the top of the seat, slightly cut up and bruised “Can you maybe give more details…?” he askes. “No can do” Zack adds “Was all the information I was given, does have this drawing on the back through! Could be what you're looking for!” Zack hands the note to The Man, he grabs it, placing his pointer finger and thumb on the few points that isn’t covered in the still drippy, mystery fluid. Its a simple stick house with “REALLY BAD” written at the top, “thanks… very helpful.” The Man says.
Coming upon the herizion, a solid grey orb, people coming to and from it. In busses, in cars, on scooters. Driving around the planet, Zack looks for an area to enter safely. “So… what exactly happened here? Why does the planet look like this?” The Man asks. Bae gives him the run down.
Planet AB13 used to be a planet mostly uninhabited by mindful organisms, many of the people who did call this place home were tribes people (experts in communicating to the gods of higher diemensions), animals of plenty, along with that mindless meat blobs, mind altered by experiments gone wrong, nothing more left of them but the lust of the hunt and a horrid mouth to scream from. Big minded CEO’s and business men figured that it’d be a nice place to settle down. their first priority was to rid the land of what they considered rot, kicking out the natives from the soil and to blaze the demons away from the green, chunky seas. The planet was industerized, factories plopped up and resources slorped up like soup. What was once a lavish landscape, turned grey, from the sky up above to the concrete structures below. Started out light, but one people started to care it was too late. The air is now toxic a ton and the sky is so thick that it produces its own aurora borealis, slinging around all the colours of the rainbow, purple here, green there, blue here and there. With the ground paralized with grease, most of the people who lived there flew away to greener pastures. the planet is mostly used as a few company towns. Despite this, the land is still in a big boom after all these years, gathering and ranking in money as the days go by and with the air still somewhat breathable, people have recently found it appropriate to set up shop(s) there. With it being so profitable and important to todays ecomity, people have come to know it as its simple nickname “The big City”. THE big city.
“...Yeah, I’d say that seems bout right” The Man says.
Parting through the smog and approaching a place to land, Zack lands the limo parallel to two other dingy, worn out, beaten up cars, their exteriors rusted. “Well, here’s your stop!” Zack plows through the trash and literally kicks everyone out of the car. First Bea falls out, following The Man as he lands on her, crushing her. “But wait!”, “Arent we supposed to have something to defend ourselves, we could get killed o-” The Man is interupted by Zack, reaching to him and lending into his hand, a small disposable plastic razor. The Man pauses and looks onto it with disappointment, he bends his head and looks up back again towards the limo. “...Are you kidding me with this?!?”.
“It’s all that they were willing to give” zack explains.
“...well yes but I-” The Man gets interupted by Zack.
“Thats all t-”
“yes b-”
“I don’t think you get me-”
“This isn’t enough I am going t-”
“THATS ALL THAT-” “I CANT DEFEND MYSELF WITH TH-”
“THATS ALL THEY THEY GAVE ME!!!
Look here okay you want a weapon?”
Zack takes a bootle of achochol and breaks it over the edge of the window, the end now rigid and sharp with many points. “There!” He throws it over to The Man, but the toss is incredibly weak and it lands on the ground not even a foot away from the limo and it breaks into a million pieces, hes too drunk to realize this. “There’s your weapon, JACKASS!!!” He revs the engines and rolls up the window, as The Man runs up to bang on the window Zack slams on the gas and blasts off into the stratosphere, leaving behind a cloud of soot that gets into The Man’s eyes and down his lungs, he falls down onto the ground and is dazed for a few moments.
Bae and The Man make their way down the street, everything around them, still grey and bleak. The buildings across any side of the road squeezed together with not even nearly a few inches between them. with nothing to defend themselves and no ideas on what to do they suppose all they can do is walk around and wait for something to come up.
While walking around the metropolitan wasteland, they find a food vendor, cheap hot dogs and burgers being sold by a man with a bowling pin for a head with no eyes nor mouth wearing a fine suit. “Hello there travelers! What do y-” he is cut off by The Man, “Just give us some hot dogs before I run off with the whole kart”. They grab their food and sit down at a nearby chair, a fine bread wrapping around a fine dog. While eating The Man spots something out of the corner of his eye. One of the elves from the day before at his barn, eating a grizzly, greasy hamburger along with fries on the side, one of the axes from before the head of which is still flashing with colours, epileptic ,non-monochromatic . The Man leans to Bea’s ear and whispers. he tells her about how his house was vandlised and about how they ended up running off. “That seems like one of them”, she tells him about how it’s one of the workers at Really Bad. Assuming the elf might have something on them that could help them out on their journey, they hatch a ploy.