johnny bones the story chapter 1. page 1.

the year is 3042, my name is Johnny Bones i'm trying to figure out why i am writting this and a few reasons come to mind one to help out my race the homoinferioses i'll get to that soon enough, and to help out the undernation.well where to begin i spouse that my race will have to do.  You see a entrie race is going through genacide i am part of that race. they jokeingly call us homoinferor though truth be told we have more "gifts" than the averge pearson does. some people claim it happend after the world war 4 but we as the people know better wether they dicde to tell the truth or not is unimportant. oh by the way world war 4 was when the company tried and did succed to take over most of the world. they think and we know that we came to be becuase of there nucks and there nucklarfallout of crose if you ask them they'll deny it. right  now the world is split into three major companies, the rosewood inc. that corpertion breaks down into three smaller companies named the company x which slase everything including the wepons our goverment uses they are in controll of america, and aferica, .blackwater which is the blackmarket of our time, which owns most of the ilands and china.then there is shi'ra which owns all of the rest. All comeing down to one man and one company. his name is Alex rosewood, his companies name is the rosewood inc. then there is mine which is a second blackmarket simply called the undernation we are in many sense of the word nomads we have one main building hidden away in asturila called the chapel. so here i am trying to sell the latest and greatest form one of our past raides to the local poor and to what is commonly called the freaks.

 if you are reading this it means two things one you have become part of the undernation, and two i am dead this is my story.

I awoke to the rain again. though i could swear that i heard people  screaming as the thunder banged agaisnt the sky. I walked over to the sink and hung my head over the sink washing my face i gazed up and into the mirror looking at a black haired blue eyed black eyed man of eighteen stareing back at me. "well at least I still have my prety mug to stare at" I chuckled to myself thinking of the riot that I got cought up in again, "that was a hella party now wasnt it Bones good thing I got my punk ass outa there before things really went south" of crose the milta came in and tried stoping it all the good that did them. when all things are condsieder though i am extremly happy that we at least fought back no way am i going to let some copertet dog silnce me. that being said i find it kinda sad that there were less people than last time. we need to find a better way to handle our little undgerground movemnt but for now what we have is working. of crose the sadest thing about this is that if we talk agaisnt their rule we face their fury.