Chaos and pandemonium struck with the news report sending half the planet into an uproar. People scrambled home, gathered the essentials, their loved ones, and fled. The ones who were able to successfully fight through the crowds to secure spots on VTOLs were the most safe, all the rest carried some sort of risk. 

The impact from the asteroid left the Southern Hemisphere of the Earth in complete shambles. Shockwaves sent tectonic plates shifting, tsunamis, and a extinction level event in the impacted areas. Those that were able to flee spent years in refugee camps, trying to wait for cities to accommodate the influx of the new arrivals. 

Meanwhile, in Dublin, Ireland...a venture capitalist named Rìan MacCarthy plots with manic glee on how to capitalize on the destruction....

Allow ME to set the record straight. I saw first-hand the severity of it. It was blown out of proportion, and we were being lied to. 

Yes, the initial panic and strike was a tour de force to contend with - but Rían, being the highly insane and rich guy he is, got his good old buddy Isaac to take over the global airwaves by 2120.1.1. Once the ball hit to ring in a new decade, after all the turmoils of the past 6 months, all hell broke loose. Lyons Global News flipped on the switch to broadcast in every corner of the Northern Hemisphere while the pain and anguish were still fresh. That paved the way for units like the one I was stuck in for 5 years - LASER, a cruel joke at that "Land Acquisitions for the South East Region" - yes: a death squad. I was stationed just outside of Perth, WA, Australia. I was IN AUSTRALIA when I spent my whole life up until the point I got conscripted into the squad by the "stand up guy" - believing that it got wiped out and was too uninhabitable. 

While my parents and grandparents ran like hell in 2119 - Rían MacCarthy sat up in his golden boardroom like it was the 4th of July over in Dublin, and plotted. Plotting how to do it, how to capitalize, and how to get land and redevelop for dirt cheap. I swear, I WILL get him back for that. It pains me to no end to keep the information from my parents that:

1. I was in a death squad named "LASER"
2. I saw their homeland. I was there.

WHAT?! If I had a way through, I'd join you and take his sociopathic highness down! Grrr. Time travel not being invented on my end yet. You can hack through to my computer, but I can't zip through to you. Ugh. K1N3T1. Dude. - KJ 2026