[Fubb]

May 7th, 2015
8:15 P.M- "We intereupt this program for breaking news! The current time is 8:15 P.M, on May 7th, 2015. Moments ago, at 8:13 P.M, at NORAD command, 19 icons representing Nuclear Warheads have appeared to be launched from Brazilian soil. Now, just 2 minutes later, more are reported to be leaving Iranian soil..."

8:19- "We've acquired the trejectory values of the estimated Nuclear Warheads leaving Brazillian and Iranian soil, and some are Destined for the U.S, Canada, France and England. The others seem to be destined for Italy and Russia..."

8:20- "Many Nuclear warheads are leaving French soils in Retaliation to the Brazil/Iran joint Nuclear Strike, Cathy..."

8:22- "North Korea as launched it's Nuclear Arsenal into the atmosphere...I don't liek the looks of this, Cathy!"

8:23- "Pakistan and India are unleashing they're Nuclear Arsenals at eachother, Britian has launched, Russia and China have launched!"

8:25- "What ever has gone down in the white house these past few minutes has resulted in the launch of the entire American Ballistic missile arsenal! God help us all! Cathy, can you here the bomb sirens? This is channel 7 news, leaving you now, for the las-"

The rest of the program was cut short by fuzz and static. No doubt the cameras had stopped recording.

Fubb staired blankly into the fuzzing screen. Now he could here the sirens, wailing they're eerie voice's over the entire city. Looking outside his house, he could see neighbourhood families racing youngones into vands as vehicles charged into the crowded streets, trying to escape the city, in a desperate attempt to reach the vault i nthe mountians. They weren't going to make it, they were dogs meat out there.

He sighed. This was it? He lifted a few loose wooden floor panels, revealing a large, Grey metal door with a revovling wheel around it to open it. He gave the wheel a few tugs, loosening it, and then he began to turn it. The thick metal door slowly opened, to reveal a home-made Fallout shelter, with shelves lined with non-perishable food items, a powergenerater, and a small heater.

Not wasting anytime, he climbed into the shelter, and closed the shick, metal slab acting as a door, behind him.

DUNGEON MASTER UPDATE
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THE DATE IS NOW MAY 8th, 2015 AT 8:00 A.M
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