[b]Prologue[/b] The winds of change had come and gone. Most of humanity had been wiped out by a Great War. The ensuing climate change rendered most of earth uninhabitable, but in a strange twist of fate, the Flood made good on their word and colonised Antarctica, one of the last remaining places where humans could survive. The Floodians made their own city to live in, isolated from other colonies, they prospered in their new society. [b]Chapter 1[/b] DTL and Caption Render hurried down the main road of Floodville, anxious to see what the commotion was about. They were on their way to QWERTY's pub when they heard possibly hundreds of people shouting. They rounded the corner and saw a colossal mob of people crowded around what appeared to be a gigantic fishing hook complete with bait. Several hundred floodians were impaled on the hook after trying to eat the bait, and many more were still trying to get a bite, too. The rest were shouting warnings to the others, but to no avail. DTL looked up, following the fishing line up a skyscraper, where he spotted a lone figure holding a fishing rod. He shook his head and muttered, "I should've known." Caption Render looked up, too. "Hah!" He exclaimed. "Either Newfomans are getting dumber, or Onion Beetle is flavouring his bait with Bacon."