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It is the year 2156. There's a very sparce distraction even amongst ourselves. Each feels they've suffered the worse when we all have suffered about the same treatment. Why only so few survived is unknown. There shouldn't have been any survivors at all; not at least that we can be sure of. I am Gretchin Doure. This is the documentary of my life since the age of early twenties. I'm here to tell you how the humanity became another creature all together to the best of my knkowledge.



Was it just our country that this happened to or was it all of them? We can't really be sure due to the fact that we don't want to really know. Questions arose as to whether it happened to just ours because it was a disaster to begin with. And to think, we hoped to set a lot of examples for the rest of the world when we can't even create a car by ourself.



It was a very unhappy time for quite a while in Center West. There were more than just counties, towns, valley's, and cities. Life was normal as any other kind of day with advancing technology and polotics were a merciless game of Russian rullette. It all started when the government had the president sign something he hadn't quite read thuroughly in his fatal haste-thus sending the country to its enimant death shortly after. President R. had no idea what was going on. Once those soft hands signed the X on the dotted line, we were all doomed.



Some said that Adolf Hitler was reborn into the creator of the contract even by people that didn't believe in reincarnation. Some thought it was the worlds karma for what ever bad thing they happened to have dealt out in the past. In that argument, some didn't feel they deserved it and an uproar started the focus against the ones who were unwillingly singled out by mostly the Jews, Catholics, Prodistants, Amish, Methodist, and so forth. As if the religous rights were paid attention to in the first place. And not that anyone really upheld their religious laws to the full extent.



Face it. It's like an ogre running upright-impossable, not to imagine a pure smile.



When the world laughed at the world being round, it wasn't open to acknowledging possability. When the world laughed at equal rights, it wasn't open to humanity. But when the rounding of the United States happened, we started to blame eachother. We began to tear each other apart.



The sky used to be beautiful shades of many colors with a sky that harbored us all in all it's glory. The trees used to be a cosmic canopy for our future and tainted ways to put down in words. All the rivers had some sort of life that was either helpful or harmful and gave us a chance to renew our parched insides any given moment. Now, the world is much different with new lines of life and living, squishing anything that didn't belong or scared the crap out of us.



Among the survivors are a handfull of people I grew to know. Each still trying to forget what had happened to us during the problem and why our bodies changed like they did. I'll never forget the day it made me what I am today; the monstrosity, the Goddess Mic. Industrial Foundation Treatment creator. The surviving party decided to split up and leave one another to face the rest of our lives hoping to never be in the others presance again.



The Goddess Mic. is where I gave birth to my bastard son Rolan. It used to be a warehouse built into the mountains of the North East of the U.S. Slowly, it turned into a castle where he would have a clean place to grow up and play without danger. It took the better of two years for that to happen when most of the time I was trying to find what ailed him so without proper medical attention. I'll get to how it turned into what it is now in due time, but first, let me start at the beginning of my adventure.





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It was a semi dreary day since the sun roused itself from the back side of the mountains. My alarm clock woke me sixteen minutes after 10 a.m. with a boy band that was not to my liking, threatening my mood before i had any chance to have one at all.