Earth...4627 A.D...It's becoming a wasteland...No trees, and if, very limited...the U.S. have become crazy with power and netocracy...They patrol earth, with they're good supply of oxygen...I need that precious oxygen!!!Population on earth?? 29,154 people. More than half are crazy politicians and U.S. rulers. For us? Us innocent Americans are being pushed back. We in this smelly dank cave, only a few hundred people. We have not enough food and water, atleast this precious tree is saving us...If it wasn't for Damien Goodman in 4261 A.D., we would be having plenty of oxygen, plenty of food, water, and none of this...My lucky coin, my only true friend...And my companion Gordon, my only happiness...
Name: --------- Food:100/100 Water:100/100 Hunger:100/100 Health:100/100 --------- TreeName of your tree) Growth:1/150 Oxygen:2 Powers:None ---------- Inventory: Weapon:
You wear the necklace, and a blue glows from the gem stones, and you feel alot better. You seem to have a little more strength, ability to think better, and theres something about it feeling important.
At each corner, theres a different landmark. In one of the smaller areas, theres a rock. Thats where you are. Theres a Moat around a wasteland in another area, and a small castle tower. That looks interesting.
It takes you about 15 minutes to travel there, and another 3 minutes to look around. "Thats one big lake aint it?" You hear behind you. "My names Francis, but you can call me Frankie. I live here, and try to survive. The place is over run with monsters, so I wouldnt recommend going in that cave, one of them bit of me leg, see here, I replaced it with a bionic foot."
"Glad to meet another friendly guy, the folk round here are very aggresive if you ask me, cause they seem to be desperate, for water, food, anything of usefulness for them."
"Well, I think it's better to stay in small groups and share than free for all, but it almost seems like I'm only one of the few who think that in this godforsaken wasteland."
"Yep, thats what comes to mind to the men who are caring. The greedy ones are always out, so its best look for a safe spot. They catch you, you're dead. I had this for many a year, something strange not even I can comprehend, us pirates can tell something from authentic from fake, for sure this is authentic, but definitely not something I can discover. You wanna look?" He takes out a Stone, with five gemstones in the middle, different colours, and ancient runestone writing. It glows, "Wow, that has never happened before, why just glow now when in your hands?"
"Yes, a pure line of english pirates my ancestors were, and still living it. I want to continue it, but I cant find another pure pirate. Anyway, this runestone, lets find someone or something to help translate this antique."
"Well, I think I might know something. I bought this old map at a trader. *points at the lake* I came here because this place is located on the map." I make sure that I'm able to quickly draw my saber, just in case.
