Tyler walks through the streets of Realphobistan city. There is nothing but the lifeless emptiness of the city, the only sound that he could hear was a rustling paper bag and the wind. After looking about for some time, he enters the newscast room. After some tinkering with the ancient technology, he cuts on the broadcasting systems.
"Hmm...nothing to report, any of you who are still out there..."
Subject: Ze Crawford Factor 
