Some friends and I were at the beach, when all of a sudden we start hearing people yell and cheer. We look up, and Tipper Gore has come to the beach. We start cheering for her, and then someone announces that Al Gore's plane has just landed. We start cheering for him, too. Someone announces that we can't cheer, and that no girls can flash him their boobs becuase there were spy planes flying over head that might attack if they know that Al Gore was there. Well, everyone stopped, but the plans began to attack. We had to go on the run because they wanted everyone that was there to be killed.
I met up with these kids that had motorcycles (the best way to travel). Major parts of America had been attacked, and most places were ghost towns.