Part two: The actual beginning of our story.
A truck drives across a flat stretch of land. It eventually slows down, coming to a full stop soon enough. The driver swears. His name is Nathan Greene, and he has every right to swear, considering that the nearest gas stop is four miles away. With an air of great indignity and frustration, Nate gets out of the truck, fishing a gas can from behind the seat, and begins the long walk to the station.
His journey comes to an abrupt halt after about three hundred feet of travel, however, when a large comet streaked out of the sky and proceeded to turn his truck into a fair sized hole in the ground. He was flung another twenty or thirty feet in the impact, and was knocked unconscious. He awoke soon enough, and proceeded to call his friend about his findings.
May as well stay here, he thought to himself, After all, I have no transport, Im quite tired, and the damn thing keeps asking me my name.
He thought about the las