The city of Boston must have been the largest in the world before the War. The Boston metropolis stretched forever, the skeletons of buildings lying under the hot sun. Not even the wind entered this dead city.
I found many enemies, and a few friends, in Boston. I killed when necessary and learned more about the nature of my true foes. Deep under the ground, I found an evil that was behind the globalists and their army. Within a dark and forbidding basement, where the walls dripped with cellulite flesh, and the screams of "superior future!" and "Moon wheat!" echoed through the halls, I found many evil creatures.
Walking among the misshapen ones, I killed one of their servants and took his clothing -- a red hat, red shirt, white gloves and denim overalls. Hidden from casual searches, I made my way to the bottom of the basement. The deeper into the basement I went, the more gruesome the journey. More and more blubbery flesh was to be found, integrated into the very walls. The worst part of it was that the flesh was still alive, and even aware of my presence; raving about someone called "Mario" or "Trump."
After a while, I found myself in the presence of the most hideous sight yet. I still cannot bring myself to write of this discovery, but let it be known that when I left, the Blob was dead and the Fuhrer of the superior future army was no more.