ARCHIVED: 2013 - IC

[TOHOATNP]

I wake up in my car, groaning. Great, I think to myself. My first day with a car, and I already experience pain. As I get out to check for damages, I run into an even more unpleasent sight. There was a dent. In my beautiful, hard-earned car. I was gonna kill somebody. Groaning again, I head back to the car and start looking for survivors.

 

[Scandigrad]

[#wrongthread]

 

[Funkadelia]

(Sorry, but my style is 3rd person )

Charles Bradley steps out of the safe-house in the Capital City of Funky Nassau in Funkadelia. "Dear lord," Bradley mumbles to himself, after sliding open the large metal door shielding him from the outside. He had no idea where his wife or his son, President Curtis Bradley was. "The entire city, no the entire COUNTRY must be gone! All we worked for...." He slowly began walking. He had no idea where, but he just walked in a direction he felt was appropriate. Destruction was everywhere. Thinking that there MUST be some sort of civilization left in The North Pacific, he walked in hopes of finding such civilization.