Orion stomped vindictively on the lifeless husk of a Mini Codie, crunching it satisfactorily under his burning kicks.  Time had flown by so quickly, his time divorced from the land of beta island had left him estranged to this landscape.  He'd hardly known it as it was before, having just undertaken his adventure before life got in the way.  When he'd returned the storm had begun, Codie had long since ripped his way through the landscape, and the crater was indelibly changed forever.  Part of him wished that the developers would repair the landscape, bring it back to it's former beauty and undo the rouge AI's rampage.  

But life wasn't that simple.

You couldn't just hit Undo and remove the scars of an event, regardless of how nasty it was, even in a video game.  Even if they had, they couldn't undo the memory of the trials and tribulations, the sheer terror of standing in the eye of the hurricane of drones watching the world end.  So now both the land and the man standing in the ash would bear the scars of that fateful day.  And both would heal and move on.  Taking a deep breath, Orion cracked his neck and scanned the environment.  He'd heard that certain starters spawned here, and he had some slots on his team that he needed filled out.  It was time to get down to buisness.

Taking a step forward, he would trudge deeper into the crater, leaving the scorched fragments of the mini codie in his dust.