The year is 2020, technology is on a slightly better than average course thanks to Dr. Spam Draft Inbox. Spam technologies has really only one licensed product, that being the FLAME TOSSER, but Dr. Spam Draft Inbox, or Dr. Spam for short, has numerous other inventions. Selling these had gotten him rich, with a mansion and a cule car and everything. He lived a truly sophisticated and civilised life.
The same couldn’t be said ‘bout his roommate.
In fact he was the exact opposite. Luke Iannone basically lived in every year he claimed to be alive, 2010, 2017, 1985, every one, even though he was only 17. He rode around on a silver and red skateboard, with aviators on his nose to protect the world from the thickness of his one, big eyebrow. He only had 4 pairs of clothes, one of them, his best clothes, was simply black sweats and a tuxedo t-shirt. The other three were all the same, a pair of jeans with 80s high top shoes, a red t-shirt, a grey hoodie (though rarely wearing the hood), and a red 80s bubble vest. He never lost track of time though, as he wore about 5 watches on his right arm and 3 pocket watches. His hair was quite wierd, being classified as a mullet but the top sticks forward about 3.2 inches. Luke lived in Dr. Spam’s basement, which was structured like so: you would walk down a flight of stairs only to find a door, opening it brings you to an arcade, reminiscent of the 80s. At the far left you would see a locked door. Unlocking it would lead you to Luke’s room, an 80s haven! The room was relatively square, on the left, there was a cabinet with a crt TV inside, with an NES hooked up 75% of the time. In front of the cabinet, about 5 feet away, was a sofa, which if you search through it, there is probably a whole other dimension in-between the cushions. All along the walls are shelves, that host numerous retro game consoles, such as an Atari 2600, a Sega Master System, the Sega Dreamcast, a Nintendo Famicom, every video game console except for the ps4, the PS3, the Xbox 360, the Xbox 1, the wii u, the Nintendo 3ds, all the consoles he hates.
His bed is styled like a racing car, but not one from NASCAR, one from F-1, so it’s tight quarters. There are a bunch of bookshelves containing all the games for his consoles. And finally, a dimly lit atmosphere playing Luke’s fav band, MEN AT WORK.
Luke’s best friends were Dr. Spam, who he calls Doc reminiscent of Doc Brown from BTTF, Jack Hoge, and Connor Howwel. Jack is as MLG as it gets and this feature gets Luke triggered, as he hates memes, though they’ve been friends for as long as they can remember. Connor is a prepper, for zombies. He basically wears camouflage cargo pants and a tan combat vest, and. Spends his time on a zombie infested island. Connor is a force to be reckoned with, as his stature of 6’ 1" and muscles the size of James May from hand to hand combat, show very little of his true strength.
The rift league begins… in chapter one.
