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*Abandoned for now At the witching hour of a surreal September night, Alan Washington turns on his TV and within that plastic screen sees both the burning of Boston and the death of an era. The death of this good era, this good, convenient, peaceful era Alan has lived his whole life inside of, and the birth of another. Another era, another earth, another life, where the red sun rises over a wasteland and sets over the wild husks of things that were once human. The witching hour of a surreal September night. This is where his story begins. **updating often** - - - #74 in Adventure August 6, 2015 **Please don't forget to vote, share and comment :) Thanks!**