My name is Wolfgang Winslow Wizenstein, member of the royal london expedition to north america. Having no real authority to visit the ruins of the untied states to search out fossil and dwellings of the lost peoples of the contenant. I was force to try to influltrate through the lush jungles of northern mexico. The once barren landscape had a wealth of new vegititation once the comet hit. A diverse eco system of plant life from earth and things that must have come from outside florish in the lack of capitalist decimation to the rain forrests. Imagine Mutants and Indigeonous People living and trading with out violence or strife. The "indians", "New Mayans", "Pueblo Cliff Dwellers" and "Apache" tribes have come back to life, gaurding the vegitation with a zealous ferver. Now this place was not all peaceful, every once and a while the Authority would come try to assert dominance over the area, more then once their troop transport ships were shot down and the invaders enslaved to build mighty pyramids. The cultures that the Mutants have adopted is rife with human sacrafice, flaying of live Authority soliders, roasting "heritics" in mighty cook outs. This strange world became my second home when my expidition was torn to peices by a pack of north american camoflauge-lions, dastardly sneaky creatures. They are said to emulate the terrain they stalk, i personally only say a dead one, and i can say they are the most fearsome predator on the planet. A dna sample i took showed traces of tiger, pitbull terriar, elephant, aligator and shark. The scientists behind these must be maniacs, could have been a product of the 2nd biological strike against the west by the China-arab dictatorship 50 years ago. The native tribes are quite fond of me, they offered me a teaching possition in their booming education industry. Once capitalist oligarchies were not in place to control the poor, a new high standard of living exists in mexico. Now considered the paris of the west, high point of any trip to north america, having escaped nuclear winter. The simple jungle life revolves around fertility rituals, art and new forms of astrophysics theory recovered from the former secret area 51. Living among all this beauty is a giant maelevolent beast. This "Devil Mutant" lives in the high cliffs of the broken continental crust. This geological wonder is twice as high as mt everest, but in the humid climate clean water and foliage break through the atmosphere to the edge of space. This paradox of science is just one of the many wonders, water that flows up hills, primates that comunicate in complex mathematic glyphs, a form of peacock that uses its claws to draw pictures on the sides of cliffs. But none of this amuses the "Devil Mutant", in his high perch he lears down at the women. Every few weeks we comes down like an angry baboon and snatches a woman. There are stories of his harem in the clouds. As savage and as fearsome as he is known, he is actually a very articulate fellow. On my expedition I came into contact with the most beautiful women bathing in a natural pool inside a mountain. I let time get away from me, when i rose to approach the women a giant bearded mutant was watching me with strange eyes. His face is covered with the black mumified skull of some large horned creature i have never seen before. This beast could have torn me to pieces, but instead it had its interpreter tell me it desired i come back to its came and consol his new kidnapped wife. As big and ugly as the creature was it was actually sensitive and sad it could not woo his new conquest with his charms. With no choice I followed him back to his kingdom, over ravines so deep you could see the glimmer of lava and dark glass cliffs. In his home, a huge temple complex where the people/mutant tribe seems to worship a strange glass and fire diorama of the universe, words do not do justice to this work of art. Alone in a empty egg shaped bed chamber was a ravishingly beautiful woman. She spoke a form of spanish/icelandic dialect that was foriegn to me. From what I could pick up the Mutant had hurt her feelings some how. Trying to pantomime she must appease the giant devil mutant she seemed to understand. Once their martial bliss was assured I was alowed to leave. This was a trip i shall never forget.