Post by blackgauntlet on Nov 11, 2011 4:17:20 GMT -5
Hello there, everyone!
I'm Max "FOD" Daniels, hailing far far away from the Planned Agricultural Free State of Neo-Kansas.
Yeah, you must be thinking, "Damn rednecks!". Well, I guess I am! Under that blistering faux-sun lamps around our Dome, we all got a little hot and toasty around the neck.
My dah had great expectations from me to take over the family farm. I'm proud to say that our wheat crops are the strongest and tastiest, not to mention fastest, wheat on this side of the coast.
Dang, you oughtta see those little fellas run after we picked them out from the fields! Sometimes, they uproot themselves if they are the strains that grows arms AS WELL as legs.
I heard that there are some other strains that even grows lady parts and some farmers never need ta get wives anymore.
Okay! 'Nuff about mah dah's fields and more about me life! Okay, maybe not much about it since it started getting interesting only after I left town ta make a name fer mahself.
Ah love farming, shooting some of them mices that crawls around the field eating farmers and all but ah would like ta experience city life fer once.
One fine day (figure-of-speech, everyday is a fine day in the Dome), ah took some dollars from me dah's wallet and his PDA. Then ah stripped our scarecrow of it's black trenchcoat, red shirt and jeans and replaced it with mah checkered shirt, khaki bermudas and shady straw hat.
So ah slipped on the back o' some manure truck heading towards New Boston Zone, as ah heard it was some huge metropo-whatchamacallit.
Ah had to hide mahself real good in the doody at da customs. Dem suit types (with guns!) seemed ta be unhappy with us country-folks leaving da countryside. Luckily, they did not think ta look in da doody.
Along da way, we met some mutants who chewed up some parts of da truck before da driver could shake 'em off. Ah helped took outta couple o' em from da rear without da driver noticing.
After a day rolling around in the doody muck, ah finally reached the shiny dome of NBZ. Ooh... but MORE suits! It's a good thing that the suits here are even more uppity than those in Neo-Kansas.
Without much problem, we went through the customs and ah hopped off the truck like a champion. Even smelling like one... in a Catch-The-Warthog competition.
But wow... this place don't smell too good either. What's more, I think the Dome in the country-side looks more well-maintained than this one. The scarier thing is, the manure truck I came in went over to their river and tipped everything in it!
As ah took a step forward, ah suddenly had a monologue... telling mahself what to do and what to watch out fer. Wow! Ah didn't know ah was THAT smart!
So, following mah own advice, ah went to the nearest pub...
I'm Max "FOD" Daniels, hailing far far away from the Planned Agricultural Free State of Neo-Kansas.
Yeah, you must be thinking, "Damn rednecks!". Well, I guess I am! Under that blistering faux-sun lamps around our Dome, we all got a little hot and toasty around the neck.
My dah had great expectations from me to take over the family farm. I'm proud to say that our wheat crops are the strongest and tastiest, not to mention fastest, wheat on this side of the coast.
Dang, you oughtta see those little fellas run after we picked them out from the fields! Sometimes, they uproot themselves if they are the strains that grows arms AS WELL as legs.
I heard that there are some other strains that even grows lady parts and some farmers never need ta get wives anymore.
Okay! 'Nuff about mah dah's fields and more about me life! Okay, maybe not much about it since it started getting interesting only after I left town ta make a name fer mahself.
Ah love farming, shooting some of them mices that crawls around the field eating farmers and all but ah would like ta experience city life fer once.
One fine day (figure-of-speech, everyday is a fine day in the Dome), ah took some dollars from me dah's wallet and his PDA. Then ah stripped our scarecrow of it's black trenchcoat, red shirt and jeans and replaced it with mah checkered shirt, khaki bermudas and shady straw hat.
So ah slipped on the back o' some manure truck heading towards New Boston Zone, as ah heard it was some huge metropo-whatchamacallit.
Ah had to hide mahself real good in the doody at da customs. Dem suit types (with guns!) seemed ta be unhappy with us country-folks leaving da countryside. Luckily, they did not think ta look in da doody.
Along da way, we met some mutants who chewed up some parts of da truck before da driver could shake 'em off. Ah helped took outta couple o' em from da rear without da driver noticing.
After a day rolling around in the doody muck, ah finally reached the shiny dome of NBZ. Ooh... but MORE suits! It's a good thing that the suits here are even more uppity than those in Neo-Kansas.
Without much problem, we went through the customs and ah hopped off the truck like a champion. Even smelling like one... in a Catch-The-Warthog competition.
But wow... this place don't smell too good either. What's more, I think the Dome in the country-side looks more well-maintained than this one. The scarier thing is, the manure truck I came in went over to their river and tipped everything in it!
As ah took a step forward, ah suddenly had a monologue... telling mahself what to do and what to watch out fer. Wow! Ah didn't know ah was THAT smart!
So, following mah own advice, ah went to the nearest pub...
