Chapter 2: Pumpkin
Junta's Apartment
Tartarus city
11:47pm
July 13th 2109
Junta awakens on his couch, the sound of a bat screeching outside his window. He hadn't received a Batmail In a while. These usually went out to writers when there was an event to improve your rank or earn Paraphernalia which are enchanted items that grant the user augments to amplify their powers. The bat seemed to be in a cheery disposition as he stuck out his leg for junta to retrieve the MessageChip for his PumpKom which is the device that holds all of a writers rank data and wins/losses from throne downs and other challenges and other various information. The message flickered to life, a hologram leapt from the face of the PumpKom displaying A man with a jester hat on. He laughed a high pitched laugh and started speaking "There is to be a mural competition, judged by none other than I" he said in dramatic fashion "The coordinates for the meet are inscribed upon the chip you received. this is an invite only event."
Junta immediately showers and gets dressed to head to the location, he arrives and realizes that that bat must have been behind schedule because the gathering had already commenced. The man in the jester hat was standing on a platform explaining that the event is a crews only event and a crew must consist of at least 3 people. Junta panicked as he had shown up alone. It just so happens that 2 other writers had shown up without a crew. One was Juntas friend from school and the other was his rival Dream. Junta though, did not know this until he hear a familiar "yo fuck face" and turned around to see the dead pan visage of his long standing rival and 2nd ranked artist in the quadrant Dream Tetsunoku. They quickly decided that their best course of action would be to join up and hope that they could find another solo writer. scanning the crowd, it was dream that saw him "Yo isn't that Maurice" he says pointing at a ledge where a small light skinned kid with long hair sat. "It is" Exclaimed Junta "YO MOMO!" He shouted. Maurice jumped, startled from the sudden yelling of his name, and fell into the crowd of people below him. They hurried over to Momo and helped him up. "I was starting to worry I wouldn't be able to get down" Momo said sarcastically, rubbing his elbow. "Well so was I but not like that" Said Junta laughing "We need a 3rd for our crew, you down bro?" Junta asked in a serious and hurried tone. "Sure, why not? you guys are 1 and 2 in the Quad im basically certain to win." So it was decided that they would join forces.
They walked to a Pumpkom Column And connected their devices to the local network. this would allow transmission of locations, information and other coms between all of the competitors in the area of the competition. as they tried to register they realized they could not register individually only as a team. "But we knew that" Said junta as he scrolled, he read "Team name" on the entry form. "What's our team name guys?" asked Junta. "I don't fuckin know, fuck face and the 2 Idea havers?" said Dream sarcastically. "You decide asshole." Junta put his arm behind his head, and thought for a second. Why did he do this? what was his reason for being an artist? Wasn't it resistance? To resist all the evils and injustices he saw in the world. A Visual Resistance, just like OG GA$ MA$K and the PhotoNumerals . This was his new crew right? so Visual Resistance Crew? That was it! "Visual Resistance Crew!" Junta exclaimed in a moment of pure excitement and realization. "Don't fuckin yell it numb nuts put it in the damn device" said Dream smugly "what does it mean though" He asked curiously . "I Like It" said Momo "Its provocative, it gets the people going!" Junta laughs and just says "It means a lot to me, art is our visual resistance. You guys are my crew. Simple but impactful" said Junta in a matter of fact tone. They register with their new name and join the crowd that is moving toward the platform away from the column. The MC begins to speak "The terms are thus, the winning crew will be the crew that takes the most risk and creates the greatest piece." as vague as that is, it gives Junta an idea and its a grand one. He turns to his colleagues with a smirk upon his face and clues them in to his idea. Dream scoffs and Momo laughs and says "Bold idea, lets do it!"