2012 06 07

Thu June 7 2072 Down in Shenandoah, a battered pickup truck roars around the corner, a bed full of orks in the back. Tires squeal and the engine groans as the truck makes the curve and almost loses a passenger. As they approach the Angel's Delight Pool Hall, with several Saints and other assorted persons outside taking a smoke break, the orks in back open fire. The chattering of automatic weapons rips through the morning heat and people go down. A grenade is thrown - landing underneath a black GMC bulldog parked off to the side - lighting that poor van up like the fourth of July. A gout of black smoke rises up from the wreckage as the orks tear off in their truck, headed south by south east.