In the year 2025, the world above was a desolate wasteland of conformity and despair. But we, the Underground Bunkers, refused to be silenced. We refused to be tamed.
We gathered in the depths of the earth, where the air was thick with the stench of last night's Chinese food. We vowed to never again don the garb of the surface dwellers, with their their sterile suits and their soulless shoes.