September, 2014
Jericho sat on his bed Indian style, remote in the recesses of the cavern that his legs made. On his TV was Skin Wars. People came from all over the country to compete in a body painting show. The concept had enamored him from the get-go, but what had really kept his attention was the idea that humans, without mutations, could make themselves unseen, or look completely different, or seem invincible - with just a few strokes of a brush or sprays from an air can. The idea wasn't foreign to him, of course. Makeup and camouflage were both very common amongst the general masses. But to strip down... to expose yourself... and only be covered by paint...
'So many boobs on this show', he thought. He sighed, then adjusted his glasses.