Prophesying about the dangers of poor air quality in the city of New Tork.
By the power of the Bleach Blast, I foretell of a future where the skies are filled with smog.
Where the once-pure waters of the Hudson River run thick with toxic sludge.
And the people of New Tork are forced to breathe in the noxious fumes of their own making.
Where the mighty Bleach Blast Empire shall rule over the land, with an iron fist and a penchant for pollution.
Where the skies are perpetually shrouded in a thick layer of noxious fumes, and the people cower in fear of the Bleach Blast overlords.
And the once-proud city of New Tork is reduced to a mere footnote in the annals of history, a cautionary tale of what happens when the prophets of old are ignored.