(When a thread gets really popular, it's best to create a Social Group, which is like a forum of it's own where we could make seperate threads for our characters and keep it organized)
Brayxton sits in his tent, looking out the plastic window into the horizon. It was time for him to leave his group and start anew. The new generation was coming in and he'd be replaced in no time anyway, nor did he have parents or a spouse to say goodbye to. So he closed up his tent and other portable necessities and put them on the armored cargo truck he just created out of thin air. It was one of those trucks that didn't have the protruding hood and was flat-faced. He climbed into the big truck, which had the interior of a luxury vehicle because that's all he could remember about how interiors looked and he drove off down a road.
