Archenemy

Max: My city was named chromium.

It had a halo.

But it was full of devils.

I could soar through the cosmos,

gathering light from my city,

but there was always someone who wanted to destroy me

just because I could fly.

My archenemy, Cleo vantrik.

On that day, she was going to destroy the city,

kill everyone, annihilate all flesh.

She called it the void machine.

I stopped her.

But it was the last thing I ever did.

I punched through the molecules to create a vortex.

I detonated it in the silence between space and time.

And I grabbed onto any reality that I could.

This one.

I smashed my way to this bullshit reality

to save chromium.

Man: You saved the fucking world.

I did.

That one, anyway.

Man: You still got them superpowers?

Bartender: The power to drink a fifth of whiskey

and not pay it.

Hey, he paid for my drink.

He gets the story.

I sure do.

How about another one?

To chromium.

Man: To chromium.

Man: 15 over here, man. Best on the block.

Max: Here.

Man: Hey, good looking, man.

I'll see you soon. I'l be here.

Yo. Bro, show me the watches. Show me the watches, bro.

Come on, dawg. Back up, bro.

- I'm not fucking around. - Street like a thug.

Bro, don't call me a thug, first of all. Back up, bro.

It's gonna go... it's gonna go sg g crazy on trendible, son.

- Come on, bro. - Yo, what you selling?

- Get out my... - What you selling?

Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you, man?

- Man: Look, sorry. - You broke my phone.

Ain't nobody buying your shit anyways, man.

Man: Buying my shit? You... you tripping.

What are you talking about?

Hey, Melissa.

It's hamster.

I want to do stories for you guys.

Look, I have a lot of creatives. Everyone's a creator, love.

You don't have anyone here who's from my world.

Where are you from?

I'm from crazy town.

I'm from the streets.

I can show you hamster's world.

- Hamster's world? - Yeah.

Alright. Alright, show me.

Easy. Check this dude out.

Who's that?

He's a local drug dealer.

I report on the grit, the human story from the inside.

This majestic bitch is 12 years old,

and she's already playing the pan flute.

- What else you got? - Okay, what else you want?

I'm hamster, Melissa. I can dig it up.

I can make it happen.

I mean, come on, look around you.

Look at the damn cat with the...

What is that? Laser cats?

That shit ain't real.

This is not the world in here.

I think trendible's 50 million unique visitors per day

would say otherwise there, hamster.

Oh, please, I can get you 15 million more viewers.

Really?

And I can show you the real city.

Hamster's city.

Can you see it in your mind right now?

You see it? Tell me can you see it?

Alright, alright.

We'll set you up with a temporary creator account.

Show me something cool.

And if it works, we'll hire you.

Really? Really.

Really? Okay. Okay.

Hey, look, see, now you in hamster's world now.

Okay.

I won't disappoint you. I promise.

I will shake you up.

Splash!

Every story is coming to you.

Alright.

Man: 0-74. O-74.

0-63. 0-63.

Go ahead. I'm not fucking stupid. Okay?

A bitch can't have personal protection?

Okay, maybe when I'm mute, bare-handed killer

like your crazy ass, I won't have to weaponize.

Indigo, my little blue raspberry.

How's business?

Business needs to get better.

Here's what I'm thinking.

I think we start dealing to the little ones.

The preschoolers.

The fucking sippy cup crowd.

They're old enough to download porn onto their iPads.

I think they're old enough to get high.

What do you say, huh?

Throw on a little Princess outfit, get on the corner.

I'm fucking joking.

Lighten up.

Did I ever tell you

that I wanted to be a musician when I was younger?

No. Manager: No?

Yeah, I wanted to be a singer, actually. Yeah.

I even got a gig once.

Worked out five little songs.

Puked after two.

Got paid 7 bucks.

I figured there's got to be a better way to make a living.

So now, when I want to hear people clap,

I just say clap.

They can never say you didn't crack the code, huh?

Manager: I crack fucking skulls, too.

You wanted to see me about something?

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

I make money for you now. Yes?

But I want to make you even more money.

I was thinking I can carve out larger parts

of the neighborhood. I can oversee people.

Who are you going to oversee, huh?

The fucking ice cream man?

They are slacking on those fucking blocks.

They are just waiting for the money to fall from the sky.

Not me. See, I want to make it rain.

You give me more blocks, I'll turn them around.

We should be expanding.

We should be going viral with it.

=viral. - Mm-hmm.

- You want to go viral? - Mm-hmm.

Manager: Hmm.

You know, I've always liked you.

You work hard.

Fucking smart.

I'll tell you what.

I'd like to try you out on something.

Now, this may surprise you, but I've got a boss, too,

and the boss likes to know that things run smoothly around here.

I got to make sure things are in tip-top shape.

I want you start with Jimmy krieg.

- You know Jimmy krieg? - Yeah, I've seen him around.

He's a player, whatever.

Don't act all fuckin blasé.

I think you know as well as I do

the Jimmy krieg is a high roller and a fucking psychopath.

I didn't ask for a job at the team biscuit shop.

Go to krieg. He's got money of mine.

Or at least he fucking better.

You pick up the money, bring it back to me.

But I want him to trust you

and I want you to report back to me

does he say anything weird?

I appreciate the opportunity.

Manager: I've always been good to you, right?

J I can't jump high but I hear all the notes j

manager: To you and your family.

Guess who's trendible's newest star reporter.

Yo. What?

Where the fuck you been, hams?

Making moves, trying to get paid.

Don't make moves, okay?

I make moves.

You keep safe while I make them, okay?

Come on, man.

And you cracked your phone.

You're so clumsy, kooky kid.

I know, okay?

Look, just give it back. It's okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why are you sharing photos of drug dealers?

- He's just my boy. - Can you imagine

what would happen if this gets back to the manager?

It's just stories, indy.

I'm trying to put something out there.

But you wouldn't know shit about that.

So you must think that I like this shit...

Acting hard, dealing with these people.

No.

Listen to me.

I'm trying to get you to college like dad wanted,

and then I'm out of this hell game.

I dropped out of high school.

Now, how you expect to put me in a college?

Do you not watch the news? It's a fucking scam.

You give them enough money and they let your ass in.

You're getting college scam money?

- Yeah. - This is my life.

Life ain't no crime reporter bullshit,

because that's dangerous.