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fandomtownies2019-05-27 02:03 pm
vrajna_kralis) wrote in fandomtownies2019-05-27 02:03 pm
All Around The Town, Early Hours of Monday Morning
After a week of floor waters, Fandom could feel the mildew and mold starting to seep in. That was not ideal. The island had gone on vacation to find itself, not to let itself go. And so, after gently removing the octopus from JGOB and shooing the piranha from Mooby's and saying goodbye to this cranky version of Sunshine, the island shook itself off and set out once again.
Somewhere warm where the island could dry out would be nice. And somewhere a bit more lively. It was starting to get a bit...quiet, with the Causeway leading out to uncivilized locations.
When the island landed, however, it started to realize that maaaaaaaaaybe...it had overcompensated. By a lot.
It was warm, certainly. Hot really. And definitely dry in that 'desert' kind of way. The sky was a sickly green, hazy from stuff absorbed in the atmosphere, but not a single cloud in sight. The earth was parched from lack of rain. Wait. Not just parched. Much of it was dead.
Buildings in town changed, warping and rusting, turning to aluminum and steal and broken wood. Trees died. The teal deer changed to two-headed cattle. Radiation seeped into whatever water hadn't dried up immediately. Monsters appeared, twisted by hundreds of years of radiation, infesting the remains of the Preserve, the barren beach, the bluffs. An atom bomb appeared in the park, leeching more radiation into the soil. The Causeway reached out further into the Wasteland; there were people out there now, but most of them as twisted as the radscorpions, in spirit if not body.
In moments, Fandom Island had turned into a post-apocalyptic nightmare. Welcome to the Capital Wasteland, folks.
[sorry folks! Holiday means I'm late and confused on the date!]
Somewhere warm where the island could dry out would be nice. And somewhere a bit more lively. It was starting to get a bit...quiet, with the Causeway leading out to uncivilized locations.
When the island landed, however, it started to realize that maaaaaaaaaybe...it had overcompensated. By a lot.
It was warm, certainly. Hot really. And definitely dry in that 'desert' kind of way. The sky was a sickly green, hazy from stuff absorbed in the atmosphere, but not a single cloud in sight. The earth was parched from lack of rain. Wait. Not just parched. Much of it was dead.
Buildings in town changed, warping and rusting, turning to aluminum and steal and broken wood. Trees died. The teal deer changed to two-headed cattle. Radiation seeped into whatever water hadn't dried up immediately. Monsters appeared, twisted by hundreds of years of radiation, infesting the remains of the Preserve, the barren beach, the bluffs. An atom bomb appeared in the park, leeching more radiation into the soil. The Causeway reached out further into the Wasteland; there were people out there now, but most of them as twisted as the radscorpions, in spirit if not body.
In moments, Fandom Island had turned into a post-apocalyptic nightmare. Welcome to the Capital Wasteland, folks.
[sorry folks! Holiday means I'm late and confused on the date!]