In the Year 2007Ad, a new non conventional weapon was invented, the bio nuke. It has the same characteristics of a large Nuclear missile, but without the radiation. Instead it sends a single wave that kills biological animal life. Now, because of the chemical agents taht had been used in the nineteenth century, most wild animals would not be affected by this new weapon. But most, if not all domesticated life, would be destroyed by this new kind of missile. In the United Nations, it was passed that all nuclear missiles would be replaced by this new breed of missile, or they would be destroyed.
It is the Year 2015AD. Five years ago, The Chinese Invaded Taiwan. The United States of America ran to Taiwan's defense. Two weeks later, Vietnam Invaded Cambodia, while North Korea poured down onto South Korea. Great Britain soon came to help The United States, but The two nations could not help Taiwan.
North Korea and Vietnam do not stop at the countries they have invaded, though. North Korea soon attacks Japan, While Vietnam invades Tailand. The Two countries soon are conquering country after country, in a matter of months. The United States and Great Britain soon bring in more allies, and declare war on China, Vietnam, and United Korea.
While this is happening, The middle East is soon a hotspot of warfare, as the moslem nations try to Conquer the surrounding nations. Israel soon declares war on the Moslem Alliance, while the United States, Great Britain, and Canada send in supplies, food, ammunitions, and manpower. This is World War Three.
By 2012ad., Chemical weapons are being used.
In 2015, the N.B.T.R.E.M's (Neural Blocking Temperary Radiation Emitting Missile) start being used. Before WWIII, the population was well over fourteen billion. Now, it is at fourteen million. This is not the population of just one nation, but of the entire world. The N.B.T.R.E.M's all went off, all around the world, within about 24 hours, from the first, to the last.
Now with an estimated population of 14 million people on the Earth, Some survivors are asking their g(G)od(s) why this amount of destruction happened. Others are trying to take advantage of the situation, with evil plans; but most are just trying to stay alive...
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May the Wind be at your back,
May the Rain fall gently on your fields,
May the Trees give you shade along your way,
And may God Keep you and Bless you untill we meet again.
(My version of an Irish Blessing)
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__________________ After two years' RPG reprive, Morwen is BACK!
A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel,
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chared palan-díriel,
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon,
nef aear, sí nef aearon!
Beau hears an explosion outside, he instinctively falls to his knees, with his hands over his head. But when nothing else happens, he looks up, and then hears several thuds.
He runs to the stairs, bounds up them four at a time, and throws open the door, and finds his family dead. But there is no blood, except where a few of them fell on the floor, or hit their body on their way to the floor. He then glances over to the dog, an old 15 year old great dane, and even she is dead. Beau quickly goes over to the silverware drawer, and pulls out a large kitchen knife. He then notices something else. the freeway. he looks over to the freeway, which he could see from the house, and noticed that all the cars had crashed, or were crashing, and many of them were on fire.
He then realized that this was at least a regional damage. He dropped the knife, and ran to his room, and belted on his pistal, then went to the garage, and grabbed the pair of axes taht the family had, shoved them in his car, and drove into town...
__________________ May the Road Rise up to meet you,
May the Wind be at your back,
May the Rain fall gently on your fields,
May the Trees give you shade along your way,
And may God Keep you and Bless you untill we meet again.
(My version of an Irish Blessing)
(((Erm,my char's name was Jason right?I'll edit if its nopt))))Jason was downstairs in his room while playing video games when he heard the same thud.He went upstairs,to see his hedgehog dead.Ah,poor booboo.Nevermind,whatever had happened,he had to investigate.He pulled on his pistol,and drove off......
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Date: June 13, 2015; 6:00pm, Frankfurt Germany
Helga glanced up suspiciously as an explosion resounded into the air. She glanced over at the Commander.
"Kommandant?" she questioned in German, flipping her blonde braid over her shoulder. The Commander had a worried look on his face as he raced up the stairs of the bunker. They had been re-stocking and adding weapons to the bunkers since this morning. Helga motioned for everyone to stay where they were, then bounded after the Commander.
"Kommandant, was los ist?" she shouted, taking her gun out of her holster in case of any unfriendly fire. When she finally reached the top of the stairs and stepped outside the bunker, her hand fell limply to her side. There were bodies strewn all about, some bloodied when they fell on sharp objects there were carrying, others from explosives that had blown when they had been dropped. Helga's brown eyes widened as she took in the scene.She had been in many battles, but this was unbelievable. What was that explosion?
She walked over to the Commander, who was morose in checking pulses, even though he knew it was hopeless. She put her gun away and bowed her head. When she spoke, her voice was angry.
"Kommandant, was geht weiter? Was war diese Explosion?" Helga demanded. The Commander turned around and looked at her.
"Es war eine neurale blockierende Strahlung Temperary, die Flugkörper ausstrahlt, andernfalls als N.B.T.R.E.M bekannt. Jene Bomben gehen weg ganz herum von der Welt innerhalb des Abstandes von 24 Stunden," he finally said. Helga stared at him, open mouthed.
"Was?" she asked, not sure if she heard right. "So whoever war nicht Innenabdeckung, wenn sie ausgehen, stirbt sofort?"
Helga put her hands on her head and took a barely controlled breath.
"AlsWAREN sie im Begriff, zu erklären uns über dieses?" she said through gritted teeth. The Commander shrugged.
"Ich habe Familie in den US. Ich nehme Urlaub," Helga said. Her brother had moved to the US 5 years ago. The Commander gave a curt nod. Helga grabbed her weapons, clothes, and money, then walked towards the hangar where they kept the private jet. She nodded to the pilot who sat in the front, face expressionless. After gearing up, they flew off.
__________________ After two years' RPG reprive, Morwen is BACK!
A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel,
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chared palan-díriel,
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon,
nef aear, sí nef aearon!
Riku Mishima checked inside her car one last time, rooting around for her purse, before she headed up to her apartment-- she always parked on the lowest tier; it suited her. She heard the meows of the two cats in the cardboard box in the backseat... she'd found a stray and her litter about a week earlier and had just brought them back from a visit to the veterinarian; since this was an apartment building she wasn't actually allowed to keep them. It bummed her out, but they'd probably get better homes than Riku could give them at the moment. Between her job, her dinky one-bedroom apartment and a manager who didn't much like cats, there was no way she could keep them.
"I'm sorry, we'll have to go again tomorrow," she said softly, wondering why she was apologizing to creatures that couldn't understand her. Riku checked her watch, pressing that stupid little Indiglo button, and frowned. Hmmmm. 1:10; she knew the watch was several minutes fast, but all the same she needed to hurry if she was to get to her friend's house on time. They had a party to get ready for.
Then the explosion came.
Riku cried out and braced herself against the side of her car, and the cats set to mewing raucously as they, too, felt the impact. It seemed like forever, but finally it passed and she arose again, glancing about wildly.
"What in heaven's name was that?!" she finally managed. She knew it had to be some kind of attack; after all, she'd lived with this war for all of her adult life, but she had no idea what and wasn't sure she wanted to know. She picked up the box with the cats and slowly headed upstairs to her apartment, sick with fear...
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Jamie dug through her clothes, searching the pockets before tossing them into the washing machine. Finally, she tossed in the last piece of laundry, and slammed the lid shut. She dropped in her quarters, and pushed the button to start it. At that instant, she heard a loud explosion, and the entire apartment basement shook. She threw herself to the ground, and covered her head with her arms. It was soon over, and she slowly stood. Still, it was a while before she dared to go upstairs.
She could see anyone on the first floor, or on the second floor. When she reached the third floor, she jumped. Someone was there all right, dead on the floor. She carefully stepped around the body and ran down the hall to her room. She ran to the window, and nervously looked out. Bodies lay all over the ground, and cars had crashed into just about everything that could be crashed into. She wasn't sure what she should do now, but she certainly couldn't stay here. She grabbed what she thought she might need, including food and water, her handgun, and her laptop. She ran out to her car, just to find a large dent in the side caused by a nearby car. She threw her bag into the car, and hopped into the driver's seat. Hoping against hope, she inserted the key and turned it. The engine started running. Relieved, she shut the door, and started weaving her way through the mess on the streets.
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Date 15th june 2015, 11am Alice springs, Australia Herthon hit something hard. "I think i found something!" he yelled to his fellow miners. Herthon needed money and there wasn't much work around so when he heard of a job as a miner he couldn't give up the chance for some income. "Guys?" he was answered with silence, "Odd." He started making his way up the shafts, this took a good ten minutes. Finally he saw some daylight, "GUYS YOU UP THERE?" still no one answered. Herth reached the top and looked around, it was horrorible. Bodies all around machines still going, herth walked over and turned off the turbines then there was nothing not the sound his friends not the sound of birds just nothing.
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Cheri Benton's eyes widened as she picked yet another fax off the machine. She had a handful of them now, all sent from locations around the world within the last three minutes. Her smooth forehead head broke out in a cold sweat, and she wiped her palms against the gray skirt of her prim business suit. She swallowed as her eyes skimmed over the latest report; her throat had suddenly gone dry.
Another fax was coming through, but Cheri didn't hesitate another instant. Taking the existing faxes, she strode away with her high heels clicking in agitation on the slick tile flooring. She arrived at a very large door with the Seal of the United States on it, and she raised a hand and rapped sharply against the wood. She waited impatiently, then knocked again. There was still no answer. But she couldn't afford to wait anymore. Surely he had time for her; and besides, this was urgent. She turned the knob and pushed the door open, then stepped inside.
Just her luck. The president was on the phone. At least he wasn't angry with her for coming in uninvited, but that made little difference right now. She gave the president a wide-eyed look, made all the more effective with her bright emerald eyes looking out of a slim, serious face, accented by the tight blonde French roll on the back of her head.
The president was involved in an intense discussion. Cheri could tell it was Britain's Prime Minister, Tony Blair, and she was loathe to break it up. They would be discussing matters of great importance, and Tony Blair was on the same page as President George S. Bush III, which pleased her. They made a great team.
But again, right now, none of that mattered. Without realizing it, Cheri began to pace back and forth until President Bush finally noticed. He glanced at the small stack of paper in her hand, then covered the receiver and mouthed, "Is it urgent?" Cheri nodded vigorously. Reluctantly, the president signed off with Mr. Blair. When he hung up, he turned his attention to Cheri.
"Good afternoon, Cheri. What can I do for you?" he asked in his heavy Texas accent. He was cheery and positive as usual, which Cheri appreciated to no end in this high-stress position.
Without a word Cheri strode forward and dropped the faxes on his desk. A frown crossed his face, and he picked up the first one on top and glanced over it. The scowl deepened. He grabbed another out of the pile. And another. And another. Same report.
"These just came in?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. President," she answered.
He sighed and stared at the locations headlined on each one. Cheri put her hands on the desk and looked straight at him.
"Mr. President, this is happening all over the world, all at the same time. It makes September 11th look like a drug store robbery. If we don't do something fast..." She let the thought hang in midair.
"Then we will have a war on our hands," finished the president, rising to his feet.
Cheri straightened up. Her green eyes were more sober than ever.
"No, Mr. President. We will not have a war on our hands. It's too late for that. We're embroiled in it already."
For a moment the president stared silently at her, then he suddenly picked up the phone and began dialing madly. Cheri turned on her heel and exited the office, shutting the door softly behind her. Mr. Bush's day just got a bit more complicated. And her fax machine was running out of ink at an alarming rate.
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Jamie eventually made it out of Chicago, but things didn't look better until she reached the country. Even there, it wasn't right. Pastures were filled with dead cows and horses. There was the occasional car that had run off the road. She finally gave up on looking at the towns she passed, as they never had pleasant sights. When she had to pull over for gas, she filled up quickly, hoping to get out as soon as possible. Somewhere in eastern Ohio, she suddenly heard the engine start to die. She kept driving, but was forced to stop within a few minutes. She jumped out and looked under the hood, though she wasn't sure what she was looking for. Her knowledge of car mechanics went no farther than a little research she had done for one of her books. She slammed the lid and stormed back into the driver's seat. She thrust the key into the ignition, but nothing happened when she turned the key. She sank back and sighed. The car should work. There's plenty of gas. Unless it had something to do with that big dent in the side. She yanked the keys back out, grabbed her bag, and jumped out while swinging the door shut. She looked around, but couldn't see where to go. Except that there was a small town about 2 miles east of where she was. She wasn't sure what to expect. There probably wasn't anyone left. But she didn't see much of a choice. She sighed and started on her way.
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