(OOC Here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=73497))<br/><br/>Welcome, again, to the beautiful city of Randomburg USA; a quiet and humble town of everyday folks living out everyday lives, minding their everyday business and doing everyday things -just a boring, normal type of city in the middle of one of the greatest countries on the entire planet in the good year of today, simply doing nothing better than existing. All is well, all is nice, and all is- Giant mutant space fleas from outer space!<br/><br/><strong>Quick, everyone <del>flea</del> flee for your lives!</strong><br/><br/>For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. For the action of giant hairballs falling from the sky, releasing giant fleas to eat and harvest humans; the reaction is a simple one of widespread panic and disarray. Pink fuzzy things falling onto houses, onto people and onto poor innocent pets named “Sparky”, a horrible way to start the day for everyone in this otherwise quiet suburban city. A worldwide announcement is stated by every government on the planet, today is the day that earth is doomed and all must fight for themselves to survive.<br/><br/><br/>However people like Sergeant T. Williams were way ahead of that ball. Now looking for stragglers, not of his own will mind you, so that he could bar up a near-by grocery and hold out as long as possible. It was the most fortified place to keep camp but it had food, a generator for electricity and the monsters attacking earth didn’t seem smart enough to open doors so right now the<em>Mom &amp; Pop Grocery Shop: Shoppin’s</em>was the best place to hide like a little girl who just lost her mommy to, well, a giant man eating flea. Any and all who bumped into our Sergeant better have a weapon, a thought on what the hell is going on and a damn good excuse for not being fucking dead.<br/><br/>It was the duty of Sargent William to make sure that he saved as many American's as possible. That attitude and military training of his paying off as not a flea stood a chance, well the ones he did manage to bump into. The situation, however, called for more special ops.  Search and destroy- help tactics, sneak tactics and the like. Crouching along the side of buildings and jumping from manicured bush to manicured bush, William was like a chameleon stained bright pink but he knew nothing else.<br/><br/><em><strong>Welcome to <em><del>Random</del> Fleaburg USA</em>, population a shit load of man eating flea things and a lot less people running from them.</strong></em>