fluid through his body. His skin turned ghost white, his eyes turned black and his stomach bulged up. His body swelled up, more, and more, until the skin on his body was stretched tight. Finally, it exploded, spreading more of the grey fluid everywhere. There was just enough fluid to cover up the graphic he had been spray painting.
Free the paints.

The paints. They were some of the most amazing artists of all time. Their creations would expand the minds of others and send ripples of revolution throughout the world. However, the paints often would spread anti-government messages. People began to take them to heart as the communities were revolting. The governments of the world knew that to stop these revolutions, the paints would need to be disabled. Manygovernments tried, but most collapsed under its own people. However, one was able to finally gather up the paints, and put them in prison. Without the paints, the government's citiy was free to expand. There now are only a few small pockets of resistance left in the one giant city.

Free the paints.
The crowds would chant, rallying in the grey streets. Surrounded by grey buildings and grey skies. They wore colorful clothes, standing out against the dreary city’s backdrop. Some carried signs, some carried megaphones and some just drug paintbrushes behind them, leaving colorful streaks. A testament to the areas where they had gone. The city’s Mayor knew what to do. Wherever the protesters went they left colorful graffiti. In order to stifle the message of the free the