F/RoX
Elite squad who guzzle SoCo like it’s their last meal, swing light sabers like they’re mad, slap stickers everywhere like it’s a curse, and run around cities like they’re being chased by ghosts.
Had a SoCo hangover and still fought a lightsaber battle in the park.
Slapped a sticker on every wall we passed. Now the city is covered in F/RoX.
Ran from the cops while yelling ‘This is urban exploration!’