Tate

Welcome to hell.

2983, October 7th, the largest terrorist attack occurred. It was a day no one will ever forget. More then 1/4 the words population was involved in the bombing. 22,000 people survived the attack. Luck was on your side if you survived. The only reason I'm here now is because of T.S.O. a top notch prison. Who knew stealing some booze and cigarettes would save my life? Certainly not me. There's a tip- want to survive the apocalypse? Get arrested, while your at it go ahead and kill a cop. That's what I did. Seemed to work for most people.

Yikes, there I go rambling. I suppose I'll introduce myself be for I go on about the dead, destroyed, ruined, and now decimated planet we all live on. I'm Tate Michaels, one of 9,000 surviving criminals, a murder, thief, and your classic A-grade liar. I love burgers and beer. I'm also pretty good at pick up girls- unless you count prison babes. (there're all bitches)

Now I'm sure your all just itching to learn what the hell happened to our "5-star" planet, and I've learned not to keep things from hot chicks and dudes who possibly could own guns. So here's a brief recap of my pathetic existence and lack of knowledge.

Basically, the world was over populated. We were killing ourselves. No other way to say it, believe me I love a sugar coated lie just as much as the next person, but no matter how you look at it it was your fault. My fault. Hell, it was George fucking Washington's fault. Let's just say this- cannibalism was no longer a crime. Homeless ate homeless and humans slayed each other like pigs. We rolled and bathed in the blood of others, we slept on endless piles of bodies, and picked in between our teeth with bones. It was chaos. And humans, the mutts we had become, we reveled in it. People gathered around mounds of burning bodies and celebrated. The stench of rotten flesh pierced through the cries of children and mothers, through the sobs, some cackled.

Somewhere in the mix a group of people came together and thought. They thought more then anyone, they thought, "the government still exists. But they stay silent. The people beg for mercy. Yet they receive none. People need to be punished. We shall punish them. We shall be the ones to save your souls." And you thought I was a bad guy. They called themselves "2012." They existed for one reason. They wanted to bring the end to man, the end that never came. Over years they planted millions of bombs. Some were in plain sight, while others were buried deep underground. No one wanted to touch them, maybe they were heat activated. No one knew why they were there. Then, October 7th we all knew.

Of course I was in prison. When my steel bars rattled and the ground shook beneath my feet I was sure that nothing good would come from it.

An Estimated 22,000 people survived. 9,000 criminals 8,000 of the 2012 terrorists and only 6,000 citizens and government officials.

When our almost non-existing government reformed they took action fairly quickly. Here began the C.A.T. Program, or "Criminals against Terrorists." The reality of it was cruel. The idea was for us to die while they rebuild what was left of the world. It made since- the world was in complete havoc, who would care if murders, dimwits, thieves, and drunks were killed? No one would miss people like them. No one will miss a person like me.

The first problem came fairly quickly. We were to risky. With the freedom and access to weapons they gave before send us to fight, we used to rebel. But just as fast as the problem arose it was stomped down. An ant to boot. The solution? Ashberries. a new breed of fruit, which came shortly after the bombing. Ash berries- a small amount would erase your memories, make you numb. A large amount? Instant painful death. They say the death itself only last 0.002 seconds, but feels like years of agony. Personally I don't think it sounds fun. But hey, maybe your into that kind of stuff, and in that case, have at it. Please be my guest. After all every last one of us will die pretty soon.

Criminals were given a small amount of Ashberries, rendering them attack dogs following the governments every command. They wear collars that contain more Ashberries inside of it, and at any sign of rebellion it was injected into their necks.

The entire process is called "The Second Chance Recall." Which is a bunch of bullshit. 'Second chance?' they send us to be killed, and yet all they have to do is slap a happy, don't worry, name on it and the people accept it.

Anyways welcome to earth. We tend to call it hell now, just for laughs.

Welcome to Hell.

I'm Tate Michaels, part of the Oh-So-Wonderful C.A.T. How can I help you? Your hungry? Here treat yourself to some charred human flesh. It's fresh from the bonfire of burning bodies outback. Enjoy.

Yep, that's me. Sarcastic, annoying, hot, sexy beast known as Tate. Hey, want to know a secret? All the shit I told you about "2012?" I'm not supposed to know it. The reason I do is quite simple. I went through "The 'Second chance' Recall." And it didn't work. From what I can gather, Ashberries have no effect on me- apart from the fact I have to piss a lot after having them. Not sure it the government knows and id really like to keep this on under the rug, so please, avoid opening your big fat mouth. Because if they found out, they would kill me. So instead of risking it I'm going to war..To be killed.

Generally speaking, I'm fucked.

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