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Post by Chesa on Jan 1, 2011 22:57:11 GMT -5
The world is dust. Crushed underfoot of these giant monsters. No one is sure where they came from, or what they are there for, all that is known, is that their infestation has obliterated the world. These things are thirty feet tall and seem to be drawn to human population, and what they are drawn to, they destroy. First they went after the major city's. New York City, Los Angoles, Chicago, then it started going for smaller and smaller until a city could hardly reach one hundred people before they showed up. Everything was destroyed, and people hid like incects, forming the little groups they could in the places they could.
One of these places sat deep in the Grand Cannon of Colorado. The creves were near impossible for the things to get into, and so the place well known, people flocked to it. It was made up of a small rest station people used to use while they climbed down, consisting of a few stores, a bar and inn, and an electric station, which used the Colorado river to produce electricity. It was one of the few places in the world that still had it. The inn and Bar that sat in the center of the make shift town acted as its center. Another rarity, real beer, brewed in the very basement. Since money really wasn't of any consiquence anymore, just about any trinket of interest could get you a pint.
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