The world sucks. It sucks big time. Why one might ask, well lets just say the world always wants it shits and giggles. So when dad died all of us knew it was balls deep into some shit. Oh I am sorry I haven't told you my name. The name is Peter, Peter Kirkland Jones. And I am the third state of the USA. That is New Jersey if you didn't know.
So when dad's old friends invaded and killed him, we the states where left to defend what is left. Somehow none of us where captured lucky us. So while the East coast is holding off the EU. The West is trying to rally as many people as possible. I have to hold out as long as possible. Well it looks like New England is done for and New York is almost done for. I have to help my "older" brother. The Brits, Canadians, Frogs, and the Germanys are upon NYC.
For some reason when people think of New Jersey they always think everyone is like the crew in the Jersey Shore. As a matter of fact, while New Jersey has a high population of Italians we have the third most amount of immigrants. And lets just say many of these immigrants had military training. No to mention the amount of chemical plants in Nj. Lets just say I got a few surpises for the bastards.
_ Ha! And Franklin thought I was weak. The poor bastards; they thought I would roll over. Given the fact that all of the older brothers and sisters lost I would too. I have learned so many styles of fighting of my citizens that when uncle tried to subdue me I gave him a spinning kick to the face. Happido the art of breaking bones. I have to thank Korea later for it. Now it is time to retreat. The New England states retreat back to the plains. Time for everyone for a meeting. A family meeting, just great. Another thing we need, politics. Well time to head to D.C.
