This story happens at the exact time of the last paragraph of Peacekeeper #12 located right here: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/5th-column-comics-peacekeeper-12-1662836/#8
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Rocking Roll’s fluttered open as the TV woke him up.“…I have a message to this c**p hole of a city,”
Some dude in a CBTF uniform, his voice sounding like metal sheering off metal was on the television. “My condition, I hate it, I hate what it’s doing to my mind. All I want is a release before it kills me, and I have chosen to do it today.”
The blonde rock hero wiped orange crumbs off his face and chest as he sat up causing the cat resting on the stack of pizza boxes to leap away angrily. He parted his locks to see the screen better.
“Soon all of you will learn my pain, will see that peace in Indigo is just a pipe dream, an unobtainable fantasy. Only when the corruption is burnt can a new city raise from the ashes, pure and clean. I’m ready to do what I have to do…is there anyone out there willing to stop me?”
“Dude, I’m gonna knock your block off!” he told the TV
“I didn’t think so.” The man on tv replied and the screen went blank.
“Nah dude, I said I’m gonna knock your block off! Hey where’d you go?” Roll stood up, his legs wobbling. “Man, who was that dude?”
Rocking Roll looked around at the living room he was in. There were three comatose bodies lying in twisted formations on the ground that was littered with cigarette butts, beer cans and half chewed slices of pizza. There was a lamp embedded in the wall and a stack of orange safety cones. He scratched his forehead.
“Whose house is this?”
To may be continued...really depends on the world's greatest stoner rock hero!
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