The fortunate often fail to realise how insulated their lives are until the fun police grab them by the scruff of the neck and drag them kicking and screaming through the rusty iron gates of reality. Its a murderous shock to the system, the materialists cant handle it. To the scum-bags and gutter rats, hustlers and pimps; its just a change of scenery. When the sky starts falling and the whole world sinks into irreparable chaos; the rich will finally figure out that you cant eat money. “Whats wrong with this mother fucker?” Frank growled at nobody in particular, maybe at the incompetent bastards that ‘fixed’ his TV ariel. The reception had been slowly guttering out all morning and became almost un-watchable as a stone-eyed news reporter flickered in and out of buzzing static. Something about meteors, or asteroids, or some shit. Frank could’t be sure, Frank didn't care. Stay inside, the world is going to end. Swine flu, bird flu, weaponized cancer, terrorism, the Mayans, the who gives a shit. “....a close pass....possible impacts....noon...” Dead, nothing, no reception at all. Frank flicked through the other channels, same deal, every damn one. “God damn it! one hundred bucks for a fucking service? Italian goons...” He crushed his empty beer can and grabbed the phone to express his displeasure, an angry, beer fueled rant was fermenting on his lips. No Dial tone. “What the shit?” His brain jolted back online. Frank rushed to his apartment window, three floors up from a crowded city street, in total stand still. Every face raised to the heavens. Frank followed suit and immediately wished that he hadn't. The sky was falling. Angry gouts of smoke littered the sky as burning rocks boiled down to earth. Frank could almost smell the frantic waves of terror as the street below became utter bedlam. Then the first impact. It was close. Frank had never heard anything like it. Concrete, brick and steel screaming apart. The blast wave shattered the windows and blew Frank clean off his feet. Time to go, no time to pull shards of glass out of your face. The basement. Everyone else in the building had the same idea. Shouting, screaming, pushing and panic. That was Frank’s world now, and that World was disintegrating rapidly. Another impact shook the building, a woman was screaming somewhere. The basement, just another flight of stairs. Another impact, a direct hit. The walls shuddered, groaned and began to fall in on themselves. All in an instant, about twenty people were buried and the others tumbled into the basement, alive for now. We now have an OOC thread up.