This is Kings City
(Americanized British Accent - Low-Hoarse Voice Type)
The year is 2053. This is Kings City.
Something seems a bit off with the air today. Oh right, it's poison. It would seem the trees are enjoying themselves in their new founded glory and coming of power.
The streets of Old Kings look something from an apocalyptic wasteland and has for quite some time since our last war, if we're not always at war with somebody or some thing anyway. Somehow a few locals manage to survive by pillaging O2 from helpless passerbys. Old cars, trucks, broken light poles, broken buildings, and pot holes. The entire place smells like that of a damp basement. The locals, some partially mutated, are perpetually hungry and angry just the same. Old Kings, a place where violence has more weight than the rust. Not a chance someone from Central Kings be seen here, unless they're looking to die or they're in a bad type of business. I say "bad" but it's really just a matter of opinion. Mone