A beautiful Sunday morning. You're just sitting around the lobby
reading the NYT sipping your coffee watching the occasional jogger go
by. Ok, more watching joggers than reading. All of a sudden, BAM!
The stroggos nuked New Haven. Certainly looks better. Unfortunately, the building you're in is still standing, and for some bizarre reason, the stroggos took over the building. Oh well, there goes the neighborhood. Time to set down the coffee, pick up the shotgun, and do a little housecleaning.