Nhajia was an amazing planet. A planet full of hopeful artists who lived peacefully side by side with each other. Artists who wanted nothing more than to just paint and live. No one took to much, no one got to little. The perfect planet. Until the Smiths arrived. The Smiths were a small race that lived on the far side of the planet. Everything in the Smiths territory had become dull and grey. The flowers had stopped blooming, the sun had stopped shining. Black smog poured out of the Smiths homes and fires rose out of large smokestacks. The residents lived almost exclusively in ghettos and slums. The only ones who were happy were the ones who had helped create the terrible conditions. They lived in Mansions and drunk wine and ate all day long. The Artists, seeing how terrible the conditions had become for the people of the Smiths territory, decided to try and rescue them. The Artists used their powers to try and take down the smiths, but it was a futile effort. The Smiths used gigantic metallic beasts to stop the artists. Once the Artists fell back, war was declared on the rest of planet Nhajia by the Smiths. It didn’t take long for them to corrupt the rest of the planet. The Smiths then took the entire planet Nhajia and created one massive City out of it. The city was painted in all black and white, in a hope to make the people forget about creativity and hope. The ghettos grew larger everyday. The smog thickened every night. Soon Nhajia would simply rot away.
A man, about 19 years old, was standing in front of a wall. A gigantic, white, wall. Now to others this might seem like an obstacle, but to him, this was a canvas. He flashed his head to the left, and then the right. He slid his fingers down and gripped the can he had been carrying. He brought it up as a smile crept onto his face, and shook the bottle. Once again he flashed his head back and forth, and then pushed down on the top nozzle of the bottle, releasing the paint onto the blank wall. The hissing was a symphony to his ears as he swept it in a long arc, creating a red stripe on the wall. His hands were trembling; it had been so long since he had created graffiti. His other hand reached down, grabbing another bottle, he shook it up as well and began streaking it across the wall. He breathed in the fumes; it carried him away into a land of tranquility. Streaking back and forth with his two cans, he kept on making the streaks larger and larger. However, he had the forgotten the number one rule of creating graffiti. Don’t. Get. Caught. A flash of grey rocketed at his skull with perfect accuracy. The man felt the grey enter his head as he fell down on the ground. His breathing was heavy, his eyes flitting back and forth. How did he get caught? The city must have been tightening up on security cameras. That was it. He could feel the grey pained move down his body, finally reaching his heart. The pained infected his heart, setting up a work station. It then pumped more of the dark fluid through his body. His skin turned ghost white, his eyes turned black and his stomach bulged up. His body swelled up, more, and more, until the skin on his body was stretched tight. Finally, it exploded, spreading more of the grey fluid everywhere. There was just enough fluid to cover up the graphic he had been spray painting.
We are the Revs.
The Revs. They are amazing humans. They can see the big picture with perfect clarity. When the Revs first appeared, the government of the city hardly noticed. But as time went on, more and more Revs were showing up. It wouldn’t be long before the Revs would lead a full attack on the city. The Mayor of the city was John Smith. He viewed all creativity as a waste of energy. When Mr. Smith saw the Revs begin to swell in number, he decided to take action. Mr. Smith was a genius when it came to warfare, he had created many different weapons to use against his foes. This was how he got into his position, by destroying anything that was different from him. Mr. Smith eventually invented a new type of weapon. The pained. The pained was a special fluid that would attack a persons heart using it to pump more of itself into the entire body, eventually causing the victim to explode.
Mr. Smith smiled at his new invention.
“Time to bring the hammer down on those damned hippies.”