Neon Kickstart

Whoa. Everything's blue. Glowing rave blue! My neck pops, and bam—I can actually tilt this massive noggin. I take a stiff little stomp forward. Clack. My boot hits solid ground. Right behind me is a giant wall of messy, patterned fabric. I reach out, poke the bunched-up folds, and give it a solid tug just to see if the world bends. Yep, soft cloth! I give my fists a quick flex, plant my feet, and soak in the moody neon glow. Showtime.