Post by Surdra on Feb 21, 2014 1:30:46 GMT -5
Only the dead have seen the end of war. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, pure psychotic rage.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as it had been predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones. When I was young my mother often told me stories of the world before the bombs fell. She told of how the most powerful nation of earth became divided by civil war and sensing that it was weakened, the nation’s enemies attacked. The war quickly spread until the entire world was consumed by a global war. The war lasted for many years until the inevitable happened.
In the beginning of the 21st century, the Earth was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Entire cities were consumed as nuclear fire rained from the skies, plunging the world into an abyss of fire and radiation. In three short hours the world that had been was reduced to ruin.
Following the war a quiet darkness fell across the planet, a near constant winter lasting many generations. Few of those unfortunate enough to survive the devastation of the Great War would survive the Great Winter that followed. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of Humanity. No, Humanity is of course the great survivor. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history.
Despite the global destruction caused by the war, many areas remained barely habitable, with low, tolerable levels of radioactive fallout. The survivors were in some parts of the planet able to continue living in the ruins of the pre-War civilization, establishing new communities and even small cities. However, this new world is not without its own dangers. Roving bands of bandits, slavers, and those driven to madness attack any those who are unfortunate enough to cross their path; turning the areas between these primitive civilizations into a no-man’s land. And all but the most secure settlements live under the constant threat of raiders that seem to grow more powerful each passing day.
But, even in the darkness there is a ray of light. Men and women dedicated to preserving the remnants of Humanity, insuring its flame is never fully extinguished.
My name is Marcus, I am a Ranger, and this is the world I live in.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as it had been predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones. When I was young my mother often told me stories of the world before the bombs fell. She told of how the most powerful nation of earth became divided by civil war and sensing that it was weakened, the nation’s enemies attacked. The war quickly spread until the entire world was consumed by a global war. The war lasted for many years until the inevitable happened.
In the beginning of the 21st century, the Earth was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Entire cities were consumed as nuclear fire rained from the skies, plunging the world into an abyss of fire and radiation. In three short hours the world that had been was reduced to ruin.
Following the war a quiet darkness fell across the planet, a near constant winter lasting many generations. Few of those unfortunate enough to survive the devastation of the Great War would survive the Great Winter that followed. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of Humanity. No, Humanity is of course the great survivor. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history.
Despite the global destruction caused by the war, many areas remained barely habitable, with low, tolerable levels of radioactive fallout. The survivors were in some parts of the planet able to continue living in the ruins of the pre-War civilization, establishing new communities and even small cities. However, this new world is not without its own dangers. Roving bands of bandits, slavers, and those driven to madness attack any those who are unfortunate enough to cross their path; turning the areas between these primitive civilizations into a no-man’s land. And all but the most secure settlements live under the constant threat of raiders that seem to grow more powerful each passing day.
But, even in the darkness there is a ray of light. Men and women dedicated to preserving the remnants of Humanity, insuring its flame is never fully extinguished.
My name is Marcus, I am a Ranger, and this is the world I live in.