The Oppression of RealityBlank smiles. Day in and day out, that's all I see. They're there on the walls, under the harsh lights, on the BL/ind employee faces. And even worse, it's beginning to affect the Killjoys. That is, if you can even call them that anymore. Are we still Killjoys? How can we be when we've been confined to these concentration camps of BL/ind? We were uprooted from our desert homes only to be placed in a different kind of barren wasteland. We are no longer Zonerunners. What made us who we were has ceased to exist. I swore to myself I would never fall under the control of that infernal company, and yet, here I am. I'm surrounded by more people than ever before and yet I am completely and utterly alone. Blank smiles. They make me sick.
I remember weeks of marauding on my own, carefree days spent zipping from Zone to Zone, plotting havoc that I hoped would eventually be wrought upon BL/ind. For a moment, I smile, my facial muscles unaccustomed to the motion. That had been my life. Then, I had l