It is March 15, in the year 2514. The people of former New York are in desperate circumstances. They are being overrun, and they are losing hope. The banners proclaiming a Free the Real NYC lie in the gutters, trampled by terrified and panicked citizens. Two teens– or kidz, as they are called now– are on their way home from a secret meeting. As they walk in the shadows to avoid detection, they both trip on a huge titanium cylinder. Etched into the surface are a series of scratched-out words. The only words they can make out are, "he will prevail." They drag the heavy cylinder into a hidden alleyway and twist it open. The glow from their flashlights reveals the contents of the cylinder. With gasps of relief, they look at each other with hope in their eyes for the first time in years. Finish the story

The cylinder seem to be stuck a little on the ground so the kidz ran around like headless chickens, looking for something to set the world saving item free. The kidz heard stories from back in the day where kids where playing outside and enjoying their childhood. It made them furious knowing that they had to live in fear for their life everyday...so they had to get the cylinder unstuck. One kid had realized that he kept a hunting knife on him, so he pull it out and tarted to cut away the tar that was keeping the cylinder captive. To no prevail he couldn't get it free. When he looked up his friend was gone, like she vanished out of thin air, so he started to quietly call her name so he would make less commotion. She answered back in the same hushed tone, and the worry from his mind was immediately gone. The girl came back with all types of trash that had been thrown around, broken glass, sharp, plastic, and metal scrapes. The kidz worked their hardest to get the cylinder free, and they FINALLY GOT IT!! The were so ecstatic that they had gotten the symbol of hope free. Now to get it to a place where the symbol would be use full. The government had given up on the chaotic world..but they still worked because they still got payed, so the kidz thought and came up with the idea of handing it over to the government. Then maybe it will give them hope too to start running the world again. The kidz went home to their parents and gave them the cylinder. The shocked faces on them, then the tears that started to fall was a sign that everything was going to be okay.

in the door-way, with his head in the room and with a lantern in hand with the most slight ray of light shining from it; so small and opening it so slowly to not disturb the old mans sleep.

i have watched the play of this story last friday.