The TV is showing the latest news. Once again, the freak Storm was tearing across the
country, wrecking entire cities and slaughtering thousands. He was some kind of
military project, a human with the power to effortlessly destroy buildings with his bare
hands in case a country tried to raise war against us. The idea was that an army of
them could wipe out a small country in only a few days. And it went horribly right.
Now, "The Storm", as he was called, simply ripped the United States apart as he walked
through the land with an unknown purpose. You munched on your dinner as you saw
the states that had already been slaughtered.
Your name is Andy Lover, and you're a nineteen year-old high school football player.
At 280lbs and 6'7 in height you're a massive beast that is feared on the field. Your
peers used to make fun of you for your last name when you were little, but your
current size intimidates those who would otherwise hurt you. You're actually a pretty
friendly guy and you befriend even people whom aren't jocks like you.
It was Spring break and your last year of high school. You were home alone and had
just finished your workout, which is why you were relaxing and watching the TV. This
"Storm" shit seemed almost like a myth, yet the damage it left undoubtably real. How
could something like that exist? It didn't matter. The path the freak was going on was
far away from your city. What mattered most to you right now was getting a football
scholarship to college to join the NFL, and you were well on your way to completing
that goal. As you thought of all this you started getting sleepy, and before you knew it
your large muscles were heaving as your eyes closed and you dreamed.