So Ben sent me a card that says, imagine some piss.

I try not to interrupt.

But what the fuck does that mean?

Just you can do it.

It's free.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, how you're saying?

First, the bad news.

The world is no longer habitable to human life.

Now for the good news.

Your new life starts today.

Outside the smoking wreckage of a ab complex and sector C-Y-N, how was it destroyed?

You ask, well, a lot of grenades blew it up at the

beginning. A rocket launcher was fired inside at half of the wall on the third floor was blown

out by precision lasers and yes, oh yes, a gun ship crashed into the building. All part

of a day's work for the troubleshooters who have gone in on admission deep undercover

to pretend to be mutants to uncover a mutant cell everything has gone wrong things have blown up

your experimental equipment is all destroyed but measure of measures tiny joy of tiny joys

you have found something something potentially important important, a black, lacquered

box with a strange symbol that seems oddly familiar, which is now held in your hot little hand

strawberry, clone generation two.

Four more to go.

Remember, you only have a set of six each of you, and as you stand by what I think we said

...