Day 1: What is going on here? No, really, what the frick is going on? I'm minding my own business on my island, and now there's freaking planes dropping out of the sky, bald guys staring me in the face, soldiers shooting at me... this place is a wreck.
Like just the other day, I was mowing the yard, knocking down some trees and whatnot, near the beach where I usually get my delicious boars from, but something seemed very different this time. There were camp fires on the beach, and strange people sitting around...ON MY BEACH! When I moved here in the 60s this was a safe neighborhood, but now it's just not a safe place to raise a family anymore. Anyways, I'm too scared to go back down there for now what with all the plane wreckage and angry people. Might check things out a little later when things calm down...
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