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Mayor Gutz announces and approves the new Raw Town National Anthem

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RAW FICTION: STORIES FROM THE EDGES OF RAWTOWN

“This Is Just How Warzi Is”

Warzi doesn’t sleep.

Not because she’s a night owl. Not because she’s anxious. She just refuses to do what the universe expects.

And sleep is one of those things.

She lives in Grime Heights, on l Floor 3½.

There is no Floor 3½.

Which is exactly why she lives there.

Perfect.

Warzi’s flat is a combination of:

Unwashed sketchbooks

A kettle that hisses in French

A black cat named Glue

Glue only likes three things:

Tuna, strangers who don’t try to pet him, and licking condensation off lightbulbs.

They are soulmates.

Warzi’s day starts at 5PM.

She brews tea using a method she insists is “politically correct.”

She then watches the sunset and tells it to “do better next time.”

Glue sits on the windowsill judging all of Rawtown.

Warzi joins him.

She doesn’t go to work because no one has ever successfully hired her.

Instead, she goes “walking.”

When Heather asked her what that meant, Warzi replied:

“I pick a mood and follow it until it turns into a destination.”

Heather, being Heather, tried to plot this on a map once. The map caught fire.

Warzi's hobbies include:

• Drawing things no one asked for

• Rearranging the street furniture in Stitch District

• Writing fake Authority memos and leaving them in vending machines

• Staring at lamp posts like they owe her money

Everyone in Grime Heights has a theory about her.

“She’s a lost philosopher.”

“She’s undercover but doesn’t know it.”

“She’s actually four raccoons in a hoodie.”

None are correct.

Even Warzi doesn’t know the truth, and she thinks that’s hilarious.

Her weirdest friendship is with Heather.

They bonded over mutual distrust in everything.

Heather is precise, technical, controlled. Warzi once sent her a drawing of a toaster having an existential crisis.

Heather framed it.

They sometimes meet at RTL Station 9½ — another place that "doesn’t exist."

They sit on a bench and discuss politics using metaphors involving soup.

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RTBSTV EXCLUSIVE: SABRINA EXPLAINS THE MASK MOMENT AND MELTS RAWTOWN'S HEARTS

Interview by: JAY-JAY, RTBSTV’s overly-emotional backstage reporter who may or may not have cried into a churro.

JAY-JAY: Sabrina. You just headlined the festival, and I’m sorry but... what the hell happened during “Everyone Here Is Hiding”? The entire crowd put on masks. Like, thousands. Instantly. Was that planned?

SABRINA (smiling, eyes soft like a lullaby): “Oh wow… that moment… it wasn’t really planned. I just… asked them to. And they did. I think everyone understood what that song meant without me needing to explain it.”

JAY-JAY (still emotionally unravelling): It was so eerie and beautiful! Everyone in masks, even the mayor’s statue had one on. What did it mean?

SABRINA : “It’s about how we all wear masks sometimes—emotional ones, social ones… ones to hide pain or to survive the day. But when everyone puts on a mask together, suddenly… no one’s hiding anymore. You’re all just… seen. Safely.”

JAY-JAY (visibly trying not to burst into tears again): That’s… that’s deeper than anything I’ve heard since the noodle metaphor from your Tiny Glitch concert.

SABRINA (laughs): “Oh! Yes, ‘you are the noodle, the world is the soup.’ Still true.”

JAY-JAY: Final question: What’s your message to everyone who wore those masks tonight?

SABRINA (smiling like a sunrise): “Thank you for trusting me. Take your mask off when you’re ready. But keep your soul wild underneath it.

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XCLUSIVE RTBSTV INTERVIEW: BARBIE FROM FATAL GLITCH MELTS DOWN (AND MAYBE THE CAMERA TOO)

Interview conducted by: Jammy B, RTBSTV presenter with a fringe and no shame

JAMMY B: Barbie—Barbie from Fatal Glitch—first of all, what even was that performance? I think you summoned a spirit, fried the main stage, and then flashed the mayor in 4K.

BARBIE (fanning herself with a broken synth key): “Yesssss darling… that was not a performance. That was a spiritual exfoliation. I exfoliated Rawtown.”

JAMMY B: You were upside down at one point screaming the lyrics to “I Wanna Cry in Latex” while slapping your ghost doll’s bum. Explain that.

BARBIE: “Well, in Thai culture we respect ghosts. This one's my Luk Thep doll, ‘Little Barbie’—she’s possessed by a 400-year-old diva who died during a karaoke battle. She gives me lyrical advice and sometimes hacks vending machines.”

(Barbie kisses her doll on the forehead. It blinks.)

JAMMY B: You told the crowd to “worship your inner chaos” and then stage-dived directly into a tofu vendor. Was that planned?

BARBIE: “No! I slipped on a crowgut wrapper. But in Buddhism we learn that detachment is bliss. So I detached from the stage. And from my wig.

JAMMY B: Final question—your fans are starting a religion based on your stage moves. Thoughts?

BARBIE: “Yes, the Church of Eternal Glitch. We meet every full moon. Bring your best eyeliner and offerings of fermented yak milk. No judgment, just feedback loops.”

JAMMY B: Barbie from Fatal Glitch, everyone.

BARBIE: “S̄wạs̄dī Rawtown. Be weird. Be glitched.”

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FATAL GLITCH

Started late, broke two strings, forgot lyrics, restarted three times. Still had the best moshpit of the night. Their hit “404 My Heart” caused spontaneous combustion in one amp.

🖤⚡ FATAL GLITCH — Band Line up (Left ➝ Right)

A sonic rebellion. A haunted spectacle. A glitch you’ll never debug.

🎸 1. Crash Void – The Bass Prophet

Role: Bass Player

Look: Wears layered black, eternally unreadable behind glowing goggles.

Vibe: Cool beyond logic. Speaks in dropped tunings. Nobody’s ever seen him blink.

Lore: Built his bass from scrapped server parts and urban myth. Plays like the world is ending — and it’s sexy.

Stage Energy: Still, focused, hypnotic. If he's nodding to the beat, you're already under his spell.

🎤 2. Barbie – Lead Singer / Spirit Medium

Origin: Bangkok, Thailand

Look: Glittering turquoise dress, fishnets, thigh boots, choker, sky-blue feather in her hair.

Signature: Voice like razors wrapped in velvet. Smokes Crowgut, a forbidden herb believed to awaken the third eye.

Rebel Queen: Against the system. Against the fakes. For the ghosts.

Accompaniment: 👶 Little Barbie — Her haunted Thai ghost doll, a miniature of herself that sits at her feet. Believed to channel ancestral energy and punk karma.

Quote: “Every show’s a séance. You just think it’s music.”

🥁 3. Wrex – Drums

Role: Drummer

Look: Towering, topless, WEIRD.

Vibe: Drums with his bare hands. Rejects sticks as "bourgeois relics."

Onstage Behavior: Roars like a furnace, sometimes bleeds on cymbals, always grinning like he knows how the universe ends.

Backstory: May or may not have escaped a biotech fight club.

🎸 4. Lux Nox – Lead Guitar / Shadow Architect

Look: Long black dress, hair like spilled ink, presence like a thundercloud in a chapel.

Personality: Quiet. Observes more than she plays — and she plays like a curse.

Mystery: No one knows her real name. Legends say she once vanished mid-set and kept playing from the PA system.

Stage Aura: Like a ghost mourning the riff she wrote yesterday.

🎛 5. Nyx System – Multi-Instrumentalist / Futurist

Look: Slick catsuit, always in shades, platinum buzzcut.

Gear: Keytar, sampler, bass, violin, literal hacked drones.

Vibe: If Tron and Blade Runner had a jam session.

Rules: None. Can pick up anything and melt it into the set. Has a fanbase of cyberpunks who think she’s AI.

Fun Fact: Once looped her own heartbeat into a track that went viral on the Darknet.

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The Crowgut menace that is infecting the town is becoming big news, but who is behind the influx of this substance?

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she once got banned from the RTL for walking too hard

she winked at a security camera and it exploded.

her hobbies include:

kissing people mid-heist

monologuing while graffiti dries

being the reason your boyfriend starts writing poetry again

she might be a curse. she might be a vibe.

either way: you’ve been warned.

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Walter watches on as the citizens start to become barcoded as the Rule 7a comes into effect.

Tay's new job as a newsreader isn't all fun and games.

Heather hack's the barcode database.

Mayor Gutz is defiant that Rule 7A (no name or identity) will stand.

Reports of a giant gull and a music festival is coming to town.

#rawtown

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Meet Sara, Raw Town’s very own “Law and Order: No-Nonsense Unit.” If you think the city’s chaotic, wait ’til Sara’s on patrol — she doesn’t just enforce rules, she enforces fear… with a side of “don’t even think about it.”

Her job? Make sure nobody breaks the rules, even the tiny ones nobody reads but somehow she remembers. Sneezing too loud? Citation. Walking like you own the street? Detainment. Smirking at a cop? Immediate suspicion.

Sara’s the kind of cop who probably fines you for blinking too slow and definitely judges your life choices without saying a word. Her poker face? So serious it could freeze lava. She’s the city’s reminder that rebellion has consequences… mostly paperwork and public humiliation.

But here’s the twist: no one’s quite sure if she secretly loves the chaos she’s trying to control or if she just genuinely enjoys writing tickets for “excessive sass.” Either way, you don’t want to be on her bad side — unless you enjoy endless interrogations and awkward standoffs.

Sara’s basically Raw Town’s human stop sign — but way less friendly and with zero chill.

Sara doesn’t police the room — she owns it. Every step she takes isn’t just a sound, it’s a statement. She’s the type who folds her arms and collapses arguments.

She doesn’t argue. She enforces. And in Rawtown, where glamour is survival and fear is currency, Sara is a one-woman law with chrome detailing and a mirrored finish.

#SaraSaysNo #RawTownLaw #QueenOfNoFun #FearTheFine

You don’t flirt with Sara. You comply.

Her presence isn’t dramatic — it’s disciplined. She’s never caught off-guard because she was never off-duty. Even when she looks like she’s just stepped off a runway, there’s a readiness in her posture that says she could shatter knees without smudging her liner.

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Grime Heights

The tall, narrow buildings here lean just slightly too far in.

Half of them are occupied by rebellious spirits. The other half by various vagrants. It is not a place you can walk around without watching your back, but then again, neither is most of this town.

Famous for: Depressing high rise condo buildings covered in graffiti that house a generally rebellious population in an unsettled atmosphere.