[ WP ] In a world where everyone has multiple tattoos , you do not have any . At all . Tell me why .

Head down, collar up, sunglasses at night..it's the life i'm used to and that makes it almost normal. The streets are pretty much abandoned at this time of night but you can never be to safe, if they knew who I was I would be dead already. The highway buzzes above me as thousands of cars zip to and fro high up in the air, and I almost miss the man lying in the alley just a few feet away from me. He wears a ripped tank top and instantly I see, he has pledged his allegiance to the now defunct England unit. May God rest his poor soul. The poor English unit had once been a strong faction, but had lost it all in a surge of well planned french attacks. It had been this way ever since the countries of the world faced the fallout of the great nuclear disaster in 2045 and were forced to live together on the south of Africa. It was the only `` safe'' radiation free place to be. 
 
 I was not always this way, just a few months ago I was an American with the etchings of the bald eagle squarely lasered into my index finger. And then one night the unthinkable happened, I woke up and the tattoo was gone. The second I saw the tattoo was missing I kne wit had to be the universalists- a group which erased Tattoo's in the middle of the night in the hopes that it would lead to less of the gang style warfare between countries. The only thing they did was leave me unit-less and unable to survive the way I used to. 
 
 As I arrived at the door, it swung open to reveal a heavily tatooed inscriber named Frank. His dad and my dad had been great friends and he was doing me a solid favor tonight. Slowly he etched the outline of the Bald eagle onto my index finger and with a sigh of relief I knew that I was n't alone anmore in this world where being without a unit is literally like a death sentence.
