While the entire desktop was a din of sounds and characters moving about, talking, something louder grew in the distance. Coming like a freight train, six figures of various proportions exploded from the far end of the desktop. Each member looked different from the last but each still had constant themes running throughout. Retro oozed from them, and not in the Mario way, but a by gone era of gaming that only they still truly embraced.<br/><br/>They skated through the crowd, zipping around and over characters, objects and the security detail. They moved from grinding along the walls to spinning flips off chairs with rapid pace, all while shouting, laughing and whooping at their antics. Music played from some of their headphones loud enough that it created an aura of multiple annoying early era techno that would never be refined. they swerved, doubled back and changed direction again without any seeming plan of motion.<br/><br/>Two high fived, one large, dark skinned and draped in oranges, the other short, tanned and light blue. The blue one took off, riding a wall up and over an interaction between a security pig, a bogus tooled out character and a tiny avatar, leaving a trail of glowing neon blue paint behind him until he reached an apex. Reality seemed to shutter and suddenly a fully colored, gradient shaded mural of a pig in a officer's uniform beat a crying cobalt blue character to the cheers of a little girl, appeared on the wall. The skater kicked off, flying across the scene with a grab trick and landed near a thin skater ordained with green and a tiny Asian girl glowing pink. High fives and tubulars were exchanged to roaring laughter, a red and black grinding back to the group.<br/><br/>Then, the activity pasted as the group skated on, terrorizing another section of the desktop. With time the lines of glowing colors that matched the riders faded, the bomb however stuck around like many of the other grafs the punks laid.