“To the people of earth, this tragedy in Papeete leaves me feeling distraught.

I wish to assure you all that all attempts at communication with the militant group “North Side Skunks”, who claimed responsibility shortly after the event are progressing well.

We are assured by our mediators that this is a one off event, and that the people involved have not intention of continuance of their violent and terrorism.

Rest assured I intent to ensure the safety of all citizens of the free world to the best of my ability.”

A press consultant advised that frequent updates would be available on the international news system Twitter.

Details are still coming through, but it appears the fire was the result of a small militant group based out of the Republic of Aoteraroa.

Will provide updates as they become available.

The first personal interview with Marcus Edorian, the first president of New York

Several thousand died. And many tens of thousands were affected.

Then came Marcus Edorian. The charismatic leader of “New York”. A self proclaimed leader of the people, for the people. The first Black American since Martin Luther King to get people to sit up and take notice.

The collapse of local government, and introduction of martial law in New York resulted in many feeling less than “American”. People were hurting. They were hungry. Cold. Power was off, water was intermittent, and food was limited. New York was closed off.

The Bush government had isolated all of New York while a formal enquiry was undertaken. Until complete, New York was essentially a prison.

People from New York don’t generally appreciate being controlled. People stirred from their complacency and eventually tried to be heard. By this time the war on the “Axis of Evil”, Bush’s bizarre justification for aggression had begun.

The powers in control reacted to these voices with bloody precision. Peaceful riots were countered with violence not seen since Tianoman Square.

People from New York don’t generally appreciate being controlled.

The protests escalated to an all out war. Many thousands died, and eventually a peace accord was reached. By that time most of New York was in flames. As in times pasts, a new city was built over the old. But the old was still there. “down below”.

A place few sensible visited, and only those with no where else, lived. A place of harsh social justice, a sub culture where outsiders are shunned.

The home of “The Post Card Killer”