Join the new world

This is what you might call a pilot issue, if it's well received I will consider doing more. This was written between the hours of 11pm - 2am, if it's not up to your supreme standards, I couldn't care less. Enjoy 🙂Yes, this is a spin off version of Hassan's original, more serious version!I awoke abrubtly, my ears decimated by the high pitched screeching sound produced by my alarm clock. It had just turned 10am. My head was pounding, my senses were dampened. Things seemed to be moving at half pace, as if things weren't happening at the right speed. A quick glimpse up at the curtain-drawn window suggested it was not going to be a glorious day. I grudgingly flung the curtains apart, bracing myself for the horror that was the birth of the New World.After a long nights sleep, I was feeling rather peckish, and decided to turn to my refrigerator for comfort. Upon opening my trusty kitchen appliance, I was frightfully disturbed to find that all of my food had disappeared. Completely distraught at the thought of not eating for god knows how long, I cautiously inspected the remaining rooms within my household. I was shocked to find that not only had my food disappeared, the gifts I bought for my sister's birthday tomorrow had also vanished.After a few moments of utterly chaotic confusion, the phone began to ring. It was Max.He'd just told me that his house had been raided of everything valuable. He told me he'd have shot someone too after all this, if someone hadn't stolen his weapons too!Catching the time in the corner of my eye after walking through my kitchen in an attempt to locate any such rations to cure my epic case of stomachas rumblitus, I realised that I had but fifteen minutes to get ready for work. After filling up on tap water, I rushed upstairs to my bedroom, threw on a pair of trousers, a shirt, tie and my black loafers, grabbed my suitcase then rushed back downstairs and out the front door.My briefcase hit the floor with a sudden thud, crashing open and spilling many a document out on to the pavement. My eyes, staring in wild disbelief. My legs and feet, stiff and rigid with caution. The sight in which my eyes relayed to my brain was not of natural origin. This was something, something else.
 
Directly in front of my garden was a large crowd of enraged citizens, holding protest signs; one such sign reading, "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HOUSE?!".
 
My head jerked backwards slightly in disbelief, peering over my neatly trimmed Hawthorn hedge, where my next door neighbours house once stood, in all its victorian glory, was now just a vacant plot of land, with no such signs of a house ever existing there. Clambering away from my hedge, and walking out my front gate revealed to me that this was not an isolated anomoly.
 
Realising that with all these hysterical happenings, I was going to be late to work and my boss, Sean, made it perfectly clear that this would not be tolerated a second time. A sweat broke out across my forehead, as I began running down the street towards work.
 
I arrived at work, with less than a few seconds to go. I could see Sean staring down at me from atop the office HQ, way way up into the skies. Ironically, even with his elitist attitude, he for some reason decided to build a lumber mill in the middle of London. I cannot for the life of me figure out why, part of me thinks Sean himself doesn't know why either. I'm sure the Directors of Zycon Industries know though.
 
I walk into the office, my head full of questions, lacking any such answers. Is this what life is going to be like for the citizens of the New World? One cannot stop and wonder, how such powers came to be, how such powers can turn things entirely upside down without any such form of partnership, between the land and the power.
 
 
 
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