Come on, I don't know an appropriate name! The story is slow, but it gets fast. o.o

All Fantagians knew that they were giant aliens on earth. Scientests used telescopes and cameras to spy on the aliens. They were creatures holding a two-holed thing where a flat plain on a Fantagian's face was supposed to be. The seasons changed. They didn't have to be a member to get the cool stuff. They would not turn into creatures and they ate or raised them. They didn't throw water balloons on the beach. They sat, and the Fantagians thought it was laxy, and their world was floating but it was huge and round.

Orangen fell, and fell, and fell, until she dropped in the Pacific Ocean 50 miles off the coast of San Diego. Fantagians don't need air hence the no nose, but she kept going. The pressure was hard, because Fantagians are high up where the air was thin. It felt like a block of 2000 pixels on her head. She got on her board and floated across. It took her a long time but she finally got on the shore. There the aliens stared at her. They were in bathingsuits and they had skin under their clothes instead of white underwear. The aliens stared at her and her floating hoverboard. "How does she have that?" "She's strange!" "She is extraterrestrial life!"

Orangen put her board away. "Everyone! I come from Fantage! A floating dome in the sky! We had a storm!"

"I play Fantage!" someone said. "You play it?! You aliens have made a mockery!" Orangen said. "I live it!"

Just then she got a message from Fantage, and it showed a picture of the destruction. Everything had been pulled to one side and crushed. There was clothing items thrashed and beaten, covered in filth and Fantagians lay there in agony. Bits of Fantage fell off, and a major magic potion spill had covered the forest and killed the trees. Lily's wings had been battered and her hair had been blasted off because she was rinsed with toxic potions. At the beach the sand was wet and packed and crabs were buried and struggled to get out. An avalance on Mt Fantage left hundreds of people stuck with colds. The creatures went into a frenzy with no food and ripped each other to pieces. They had ripped off Rex'screature area shop owner) clothes and were feeding on them. At the board shop a board had slashed Micheal hard. His arm was slashed, ever so close to his viens, which would've killed him. Downtown was destroyed. The top models building was in ashes, and there were a few models covered in soot. At the star cafe many of the people had been burned by hot coffee, their faces scared with griddle burns. Hot grease dripped. At the salon, the hair had been destroyed too. Someone had their hand caught in a hot flat iron.

Attached was this Message:

Orangen put her notepad away. "Fantage has been destroyed and I need you all to help me get to New Jersey where the Fantage headquarters is!"

Everyone stared. Of course the Aliens had too many things to do to help.

She left. "It's ok, I have my board, and I will get there! Fantagians don't even need air to survive!"

Orangen took to her soiled and dirty board and moved along. She wobbled, pushed, and then sped past.

Chapter Two
The storm hit hard. Anyways it began to rain, rolls of thunder clashed louder than any sound you could hear, and it was a disaster. Lightning struck a few times, hitting the castle, and some of the people at the top fell into the lake, which happened to get shocked a few minutes later.
It was rumored that the safest place to go was to the Mission Center, which was underground and could be accessed in the Town. She went there as fast as she could in one piece and tried to get through. But there was a major Earthquake, and dirt packed around the elevator. There was a Tsnami on the beach, which flooded the ground, and when the water sank it slowly carried the elevator downward.

There it was extremley crowded, and then Fantage condemned it as a health hazard with so many people in one place. There were a few rumbles of earth quakes, one leaving a huge fault in Fantage.

CRACACACACAAK CRRRRRRRRACAKAKAK CRAACACACACACA

Finally most of Fantage had split completey in half, and so did the mission center. Orangen knew there was something that she couldv'e done, but she was in the middle of the crack, and fell to . . .

It was cool, it was breezy, it was November. OrangenCreme was a new user and she was going to get her first board. She walked out the door with her sleek new free rainbow board. She bent down, put her right leg on the board, stood up, and then fell down because the board was new and shiny. She hit her head hard.
"Oh are you OK?" Micheal, the owner of the board shop asks. "You must be new to Fantage. Try some board grips. Here, just cut a size that fits you."

She gave Micheal some money, then left. She got on, then she tried to keep the board from flipping her over. The board went left, then right, and she tried to move forward. It wobbled, but she went forward, a little more, and then she became steady. The board wobbled a bit. She spead up, then went fast, and then THWAM she hit a pole. It wasn't like in the movies, when the character's legs go up, she dropped. "Oh my Mod, this hurts," she said. She got up, sat on her board, and it dumped her back off.

There were no hospitals in Fantage so she healed on her own. She went to Le Shop to buy some items, and on one side of the room she saw cute outfits and on the other side of the room she saw GEORGOUS outfits. She saw that there were some people on one side putting on the cute clothes and wondered why they weren't on the other side of the store. She didn't want to be rude by asking, and then she went to the other side. "What are you doing over here?" someone said. "Um, are you a litle blind today?" someone else said. "Hey, you don't have a medal," someone else called. She felt strange, as if the opposite side belonged exclusively to a group she wasn't invited into. She pulled some clothes, and put them on the counter. "Ooh, I see this all of ze time," Michelle said. "I'm sorry, but these items are for the members. So you see, Fantage is split into two groups. The nons and mems. Some of the items, unfortunately, are not for you."

Orange sat on the bench, watching the rush that we see on Fantage. Relationships here and there, those sassy-eyed triplets, the babies playing with their toes, people trying to compete for the best proms or home fashion shows, crowds around the level 300+ users. She was really embarrased about that day. She rested her head in her hands and that was when some winds picked up.
They weren't your normal winds. They were strong, taking anything. It ripped off hair, it snatched IDfones, and someone even got their membership snatched by the winds. OrangenCreme didn't bother trying to use her board. She zipped into Le Shop, which is by the bench as fast as she could.

The windows tore off and shattered. The clothes got sucked out. She ducked behind the counter, and Michelle, being one of tose very short npc's, went right out with the winds.
She went to the castle, but the roofs were being torn off. As for those lazy castle workers? Sound asleep and being pulled. A girl was taking a bath in her princess room when the bricks shattered. (Good thing fantage models aren't naked, just in all white.) The Snow Day Yetti was in his cnnon and screaming as the metal pot was sucked in. She saw that one girl had her cocoa pigment tacken away, and Orange's cream pigment went with it. The wind wasn't of a tonado, but it was taking everything to one side.

Will Orangen Survive her very first Fantage day??? We'll just have to see.