Post Viral Mess
Testimony from a New Columbus native
So last year some uppity mutants start eating cattle. Not my problem I say. Then General Blake jackoff sends out his “team”. What happens? I get my rations cut. The “team” gets steak.
Now we got shrunk up leather people popping out of the ground and sick glowing purple things dancing on the ceiling. It aint right! And I am not afraid to say it! They should put Sinic in charge. He would set things straight.