Mafia Down Under
The outback. A never-ending pile of orange sand, Kangaroos, and the occasional rock formation. God knows what drives people to live there. Not even the passengers of the airplane flying over the landscape could figure it out. Truly, this is a lonely lifestyle.
The drone of the engines was soon masked by the sound of a staticy voice. *BZZT*We will be arriving in Mawoombawa Airport in a few minutes, we hope you have enjoyed your flight with QANTAS-*BZZT* the PA system never finishes, as the plane starts to shake. The civilians on board start to panic, the Pilots looking over the city, wondering what the hell is going on. Over the city, there seems to be this giant...dome. "What the hell is that doing there?" The co-pilot asked. "And more importantly, why are we still flying into it?"
...and so, the story begins with tragedy. Down in the city below, the blood runs through the streets, the denizens of Mawoombawa erupted into chaos for a reason not very clear. That is, until a small band of vicious fellows arise ontop of a pile of bloodied bodies.
"ATTENTION THE CITY OF TAWOOMBA! WE, THE REBELS,
HAVE DECIDED THAT WE'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BORING LIFESTYLE, AND SO WE ARE REBELLING! JOIN OUR CAUSE OR DIE! WE MAY BE A SMALL BAND, BUT WE HAVE NUMBERS IN THE CROWD, SO YOU HAVE NO HOPE! YOU MUST SURRENDER!"
looked around. Some of them were Rebels? This couldn't be so! One of them stood up to argue.
"HEY, YOU RATBAGS! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONES SICK OF THIS LIFESTYLE! I REPRESENT THE MADMEN,
AND WE ALSO WANT TO KILL YOU ALL! YEAH! AND WE HAVE PEOPLE HIDING! YEAH! SO YOU CAN ALL DIE NOW! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The townsfolk were really scared. Sure, most of their numbers consisted of famous people and things from the famous people and things convention that was happening, but still...perhaps some of them were Rebels and Madmen?