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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:38 pm
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The landscape here is largely different place from what it used to be like in the year of 2008. Shattered building dot the land, with torn roofs or walls, cars lay in melted piles on the streets, and twisted mutants of the former residence wander the land. Acid rain is common here, and constantly erodes the landscape closer and closer to the bedrock of the bay.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 11:59 am
A wisend old man stood standing above the broken landscape. His foot on a shattered bath tub, and his broken hands searched the ground for any trace of metal that he could find. The sun rose in a fiery heat, causeing the temprature to spike sharply.
Bending down to rest in the shade of a broken apartment complex, he sighed a sigh of releif. No mutants were visable to him at the moment, and he had found the metal he was looking for. A smile cracked over his face, as he raised the object, a small orb with a slight green glow, into the air.
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