Panzie cracked open his eyes to another glorious floodian morning. A beiber landed on panzie's window and began singing a high pitch girly tweedle. Panzie jumped up from bed in his usual cheerful mood, his armor -blam!-ing against the floor since, after all, he always wore his armor. Even to bed. Slowly, he walked to the mirror and looked into it. His white and gold armor shone like the light of a thousand suns. Destroying the mirror, and leaving nothing but glass hanging in the shape of a smiley face. He smiled and stenciled upside down u's where his eyes were under his trademark ODST helmet. Whistling a tune, he slepped toward the door in a "haters gonna hate" walk, promoting his happy mood even more. He opened the door to sunshine, but the sunshine shone on a city filled with dirt and graffiti, only broken by the sight of panzie's simple rainbow shaped house, with a lively green yard and what many would call sprinkles. His populometer in front measured a venerable 6/10. After viewing his surroundings, his mood did not change. Whistling and walking down the streets, panzie made a motion to tip his hat at floodians as they passed by. Some seemed dressed in religious suits, others seemed to be listening to either rap, metal, or techno with giant speakers, panzie greeted all of them with a cheerful "howdy friend." He would make a motion of showing muscles whenever a female floodian would pass by. Ahead of panzie lay the general conversation forum, where all of the flood came to voice their opinions. A giant eye floating above to represent bungie control. Panzie stepped toward it, ready for a new day of cheer. Suddenly the sky turned red. With a deafening explosion, the building shook in a giant explosion. It blasted apart flinging pieces of building material and mangled bodies in all directions. Several of the adjacent buildings foundations were weakened and fell with the screams of the floodians within. the original explosion enveloped panzie in fire and knocked him ten feet back, on his feet. Immediately he was hit by the bottom half of a short floodian body. Blood spilled from it and stained his armor. Panzie was officially pissed. With as much speed as the situation demanded. Hearing screams from below a wall, he lifted it like a piece of paper, several floodians crawled from the wreckage. Turning his attention, several survivors were wandering around in the dust and fire, one had half a face and was bleeding profusely. Panzie spent the next couple of hours pulling floodians from the wreckage, many floodian heroes had joined the rescue attempt. As had many less than famous floodians. Most of the bodies pulled out were dead, disfigured, or completely ripped to shreds. Nobody even tried to find survivors in the crater the original explosion created. For the first time in a long time, panzie felt sad... On a nearby advertisement video board, a floodian appeared. It was harlow. "Hello flood, today is a sad day. It has come to my attention that the beutiful nation of the flood has come under attack. Earlier the floodian main forum was completely destroyed in what many are calling a terrorist attack." Several images of the destruction appeared on the screen. "Rescue attempts are still underway. We ask all of the flood to be strong, and to prey to whatever god or lack of god you believe in. We will be keeping you posted on the events to come." With that, the screen went blank. Panzie wept inside his helmet.... end Thinking of making this a series, should I?