<img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB2MRORlTw4/T4GuvIJrNKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mWa4hB6cwKY/s1600/tdk-Post-Apocalyptic-storm.jpg" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB2MRORlTw4/T4GuvIJrNKI/AAAAAAAAAu4/mWa4hB6cwKY/s1600/tdk-Post-Apocalyptic-storm.jpg" style=""/><br/><br/>The year is 2034. Scientists have been keeping things quiet for the last decade or so -- how pollution has gotten out of hand, and increased experimentation with magnetism and atomic properties have been increasing the number of meteor hits on earth. Attempts to recolonize on Mars have been made. Each one has failed.<br/><br/>The world has become desolate, barren, chaotic. Roving bandits maraud what little civilization still exists, mutants and "augmented humans" are, more and more, becoming commonplace. Gender has become fluid in a time when chromosomes mean nothing, and those few survivors not seeking to cause as much mayhem as possible, are generally attempting to seek pleasure.<br/><br/>Alherien, or Ally, as the other Nightstorms called her, was skulking quietly through the dirty streets now, her mask and goggles on, her hood pulled up to keep as much of her skin concealed as she could. Acidic fog bit at her cheeks, but she'd survive.<br/><br/>No food tonight. Nothing to scavenge or steal. No water, no medkits, no supplies. Nothing that she could find....<br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2011/099/5/3/pest_control_by_valentinakallias-d31jlau.jpg" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2011/099/5/3/pest_control_by_valentinakallias-d31jlau.jpg" style=""/><br/><br/>(time for character introduction! I have a plan.)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>