Colin stepped out of the door, and looked out upon the bay as the sun set along the horizon.
"Wait a minute, this is the top deck!" Colin exclaimed to himself.
The gamer fumed over the fact that he had made a wrong turn and would have to spend another hour getting back to Murray. The gamer turned to leave, but glimpsed movement out from the corner of his eye, and with it he... turned and saw.... a drone?
Without warning, the drone opened fire and tore several holes into its target, demolishing him in one fell swoop. This was no military tech malfunction, however, this was the act of an anarchist group that was spoken about in whispers prior to everything that had transpired in the bimbocalypse. Radicals with certain skills taking a terrible situation and turning into a means to gain power and rise up. It was a galleon of fiercesome sorts that referred to themselves by one name: The Survivalists. And right now, they were raiding the Reagan in an attempt to gain a flagship for their new Naval forces....
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Game Over: .... I got nothing.