Smileytown (open to everyone)

[Stormie]

Lara breathed in deeply as the smell of sulfur engulfed her nosttrols in the crisp morning air. Jets passed by overhead going full speed and obviously shooting missles at each other. A tank rolled in front of her house and stopped. It clinked a little as it was immobile. It fired at her neighbors house and the building was totally obliterated. Lara smiled as the tank went screaming down the road. She grabbed her .45's from their holsters and spun then once in each direction around her fingers. She holstered them and got changed quickly. Gunfire and loud explosives were going off in the far and not-so-far distance. The house rattled a little after a large explosion went off in the frontyard "Ah! That must be the mailman! And so soon? That one HAD dedication...oh well...that's another tick for Smileytown." Lara slung a shotgun over her back and looked out a peephole. The streets looked empty, as she figured. She opened the door slowly and a bullet snagged her doorway. "Snipers. Crappy snipers." Lara lunged out the doorway as bullets picked up dirt off the ground around her. She rolled towards the mailman and shot twice in the direction of one sniper. She fell with a loud thud. Lara grabbed her mail and the 'Smileytown Mayhem News' before dodging left and right. She dived back into her doorway and a bullet hit her door between her legs. Lara kicked the door closed and checked her mail. "Bills...bills...bills...OH! A FREE DECADE OF AOL CD!!!! SWEET!!!! THAT MEANS A NEW FRISBEE!!!" lara drills holes into the CD and throws it out the window. It gets picked off in midair and fragments go flying everywhere. A street cleaning armor plated robot rolls his way over to the broken CD, but it hits the curb and flips to it's side, getting stuck. Lara laughed aloud. She opened up the newspaper and took out the obituaries from the rest of the newspaper, leaving only three pages now. "Ah... I love this town..."

[Lionura7]

Underneath a pile of rubble, not too far from Lara's homestead, another inhabitant of Smileytown was also rifling through her mail. Who needs a house when a fortified underground bunker keeps you from being shot at, especially when there's a destroyed home on top of it. Surely that family lived well at some point. Namir just finished the newspaper, throwing her obituary section in an ever increasing pile in the corner. She took a stroll around her fort, stocking up for her endeavor today: two automatic 10mm pistols holstered on her hips, a .32 Hunting rifle and combat shotgun slung over her shoulders. Coupled with some leather armor she stole from a corpse, she was ready to start the day. After feeding her cat, Rah, and crawling through a strategically placed tunnel in the rubble over her fort, she makes a break for it since the daily sniper seems to have been taken out for today.