This is where it all happened. . . This is where the war begun. Between the Killjoys and the BLI's. You can sometimes hear the distant moans of the forgotten Killjoys off in the distant. You won't find anything interesting. Just a map, several Power Pup cans and tents where they camp out. The sand is dry and rocky. An abandoned Trans AM is parked some eight kilometers away from the camp. There are four tents. Each one assigned with the specific Killjoy's logo. If you go into one of them, you'll find their clothes and guns. Nothing else. No life around for the next two thousand kilometers or so. The grey skies hung overhead. It never usually rains. And when it does, it can flush everything away in it's sight. A burning campfire would still be alight. Meaning the Killjoys were here. You see, they have the tendency to walk off and maybe get themselves ghosted. Nothing was alive in them anymore. It was just war, war, war and more war. Their family had given up on them, they can't go back into normal society, for they have seen too much. This is their lives now. They constantly live in a purgatory like fear of BLI, the S/C/A/RE/C/R/O/W and even themselves.