CAN YOU TALK MORE ABOUT THE HYPERTHRUST GRAFFITI WALL??!
[Image Description: An ask by @partyrockpoison reading: "Can you go into more detail about the Hyperthrust graffiti wall? It sounds really interesting!" /End Description.]
Okay, so— forgotten lore time:
before deciding Hypethrust was an old skate rink, i used to envision it as a large 2-story house (much like my current version of the Nest) that was abandoned in the process of being remodeled when the Helium War took place.
the "graffiti wall" referred to what was now an exterior wall that spanned vertically across 2 of the houses bedrooms with only a thin ledge separating them. They were on the corner of the house, so you'd just see this slightly roughed up painted-wood-front suburban house with a giant pop of color on the left end full of hundreds of scribbles and symbols and shit— it kicked ass.
everybody would add a tag to the graffiti wall when they first went to Hyperthrust, be it encouraged by their crew or by some of the more regular patrons of the bar— this included Show Pony who was friends with the owners, so they'd sometimes volunteer to help when they were short-staffed.
this was very much away of keeping track who was still around and who'd been ghosted, as most 'joys find their way back by Hyperthrust at least every few months to at least give their tag a new coat of paint or even remake it entirely— after all, a lot of things can happen in that time and paint isn't the only thing that fades under the scorching desert sun.
the owners actually started the wall and then it just steadily grew as did the clientele of the club and the Zones' overall population, to the point where the graffiti wall and the wall with the access points are on either floor got fully covered in paint. At that point, they had no other option than tag the building on the opposite exterior wall (mostly out of killjoy property rules than anything) and mounted a neon sign out front confirming that the building was, in fact, Hyperthrust if you couldn't tell from the way the bass all but threatened to knock it down and the massive guest list plastered over the walls.
there were only 2.5 rules to adding to the wall: don't be as far up your ass as Korse is up his and do a giant tag, don't ever cover someone else's tag if you know they haven't been ghosted (bad luck; slightly overlapping designs are fine as long as they're still legible from a distance), and don't do incredibly generic shit like a cartoony dick or a handprint or anything of the like (this is not kindergarden, we need to know at least vaguely who you are).
also, honorable mention to the crazy fucks who put their tags above the 2nd floor access door because when i say "thin ledge" i mean one person can barely stand on that thing without risking to fall off if they took even a step back.
oh! Also also, since this technically was originally meant for an alternate universe fic where the killjoys just lived in our world, i was also toying with the idea of the wall being like. A large scale version of the graffiti on the mailbox at the time because of the lyrics "This ain't about the friends you've made, but the graffiti they write on your grave". Far more grim! I then proceeded to completely forget about this concept until now
