terrible the conditions had become for the people of the Smiths territory, decided to try and rescue them. The Artists used their powers to try and take down the smiths, but it was a futile effort. The Smiths used gigantic metallic beasts to stop the artists. Once the Artists fell back, war was declared on the rest of planet Nhajia by the Smiths. It didn’t take long for them to corrupt the rest of the planet. The Smiths then took the entire planet Nhajia and created one massive City out of it. The city was painted in all black and white, in a hope to make the people forget about creativity and hope. The ghettos grew larger everyday. The smog thickened every night. Soon Nhajia would simply rotaway.

A man, about 19 years old, was standing in front of a wall. A gigantic, white, wall. Now to others this might seem like an obstacle, but to him, this was a canvas. He flashed his head to the left, and then the right. He slid his fingers down and gripped the can he had been carrying. He brought it up as a smile crept onto his face, and shook the bottle. Once again he flashed his head back and forth, and then pushed down on the top nozzle of the bottle, releasing the paint onto the blank wall. The hissing was a symphony to his ears as he swept it in a long arc, creating a red stripe on the wall. His hands were trembling; it had