Glory Aftermath (72HR)
Sept 29, 2012 11:52:51 GMT -8
Post by Penny Royals on Sept 29, 2012 11:52:51 GMT -8
June 1942
Well, this was it, or so it seemed. An assassination attempt on der Führer had succeeded. Adolf Hitler was found dead in his room, shot twice in the head. In the wake of his death, with a war still on their hands, Karl Dönitz, was quickly put into power, much to the chagrin of Göring and Himmel. Their feelings were only intensified, and added upon by the community, when Dönitz signed two important documents: a treaty with Russia detailing their land being returned, and a document liberating several concentration camps in Germany. In early November 1942, a coup is staged. Dönitz is overthrown, and Göring takes over. The war, which had dwindled for the past few months, reignites with a fervor never seen before. Britain and France are shellshocked, and the war to the east on the Soviet Army begins again. In what concentration camps are left after Dönitz’s amnesties, radiation testing is being continued from the early thirties.
In the USA, 1939, Franklin Delano Roosevelt gets wind of such tests from esteemed German scientist, Albert Einstein. The Manhattan Project begins. With Japan not yet bombing Pearl Harbor, being too concerned with affairs in China and other parts of Asia, the USA does not enter into the war. With votes of no-confidence gaining on him, Roosevelt loses the 1944 election to Thomas E. Dewey who promised to finish the war in Europe. With tax cuts and economic reform starting up, America is a booming, nuclear superpower.
However, Germany is as well. Under Göring’s command, along with some tips from an insider on the Manhattan Project, atomic bombs are developed at the same speed as America’s. Dewey assumes the role of commander-in-chief as he and congress declare war on Germany and Japan. A-bombs are dropped in Tokyo, Berlin, Osaka and Munich, which is retaliated by Germany dropping A-bombs on all fronts.
It’s all over in a matter of days. Germany, Britain, France, Russia, Japan, China and most of America are wastelands of nothingness spreading to countries surrounding them. Most of Europe goes under in a matter of years. Lower Canada and upper Mexico give in to the wasteland, as well as the majority of Asia.
But all is not lost. Deep within Norway, around Aurland, there is hope. A valley, a lake, everything all nestled in around mountainous regions keeping everyone safe… there is a village. It is small, at least at the beginning of all this. With more and more people being affected by the war raging on, persons from every country and every ethnicity find themselves in this little town. POWS from America, Germany and Soviet Russia flee here with Danes, Japanese, Irish, Brits, French, Canadians, Americans, and even some Africans. The world grows smaller as people congregate in what they feel may be the one safe place left.
The town expands. Several nearby valleys are also filled; every ‘sector’ is connected by trails, bridges, and underground tunnels. Using the knowledge of the many scientists in the area, as well as mechanics and other such people, the town- now dubbed Valhalla- quickly caught up and even surpassed the rest of the pre-Doomsday world. Aircraft and boats were at their disposal as the town grew and grew, using more and more resources for all of these things. Soon, aircrafts were dispatched all throughout the wastelands, searching for signs of life and for various supplies. Supplies came in easily, though whether or not they were good was debatable. Life, however, was a bust. They were the only ones left.
Valhalla exists in peace for an undisclosed amount of years. People have what they need and live in a peace they hadn’t known even before the war. They have children, have fun, learn everything that the scientists and doctors and elders can teach them- in fact, each person is fluent in multiple languages by the age of twenty. An oligarchy was in charge- twelve people who ruled Valhalla using various methods for different things, and never decided on something alone. Still, things were perhaps not the best, but it was at least leagues better than braving the wasteland in which they were guaranteed certain death.
Or so they think.
Soon, an aircraft that had been dispatched to America brings back the first sign of human life back from the Wasteland. It’s a small person, presumably a child, horribly mutated. The child of sorts is covered in wounds and boils and is close to death, but the pilot brings it back anyway. Doctors and scientists immediately take care of the mute child and run an autopsy on its inevitable death. Even they are unable to comprehend what they learn- was it a human to kill the child, with some form of knife? Or was it a bear of some sort, enraged but not hungry enough to eat a sick and mutated weakling? Either way, some form of human life had to be prevailing in America.
As such news trickled down into the ranks of society, the normal people in Valhalla were getting excited. Imagine being able to go to the place of their forefathers! Imagine repopulating the Earth! Imagine bringing everything back to the way it once was!
The oligarchy, on the other hand, said no.
There were not enough supplies to send everyone away. There was not enough clean air for real human survival. The child perhaps came from someone in Africa who’d wandered out there pregnant, and died during child birth. There was no way for a human to truly survive there.
Some people dropped it then. But for the most part, things weren’t the same after this little survivor came into Valhalla. Nobody trusted like they used to, nobody really believed that he wasn’t born there, nobody believed that there could not be survivors much like them in the Americas.
That is where we come in. A band of people of all ages from Valhalla who decide to finally leave their glorious little town by stealing protective suits, boats, aircraft and supplies, and finally fighting their way to a place of unclear futures and destinations.
Survival isn’t easy… and they’re about to learn that the hard way.
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SKELETON:
Well, this was it, or so it seemed. An assassination attempt on der Führer had succeeded. Adolf Hitler was found dead in his room, shot twice in the head. In the wake of his death, with a war still on their hands, Karl Dönitz, was quickly put into power, much to the chagrin of Göring and Himmel. Their feelings were only intensified, and added upon by the community, when Dönitz signed two important documents: a treaty with Russia detailing their land being returned, and a document liberating several concentration camps in Germany. In early November 1942, a coup is staged. Dönitz is overthrown, and Göring takes over. The war, which had dwindled for the past few months, reignites with a fervor never seen before. Britain and France are shellshocked, and the war to the east on the Soviet Army begins again. In what concentration camps are left after Dönitz’s amnesties, radiation testing is being continued from the early thirties.
In the USA, 1939, Franklin Delano Roosevelt gets wind of such tests from esteemed German scientist, Albert Einstein. The Manhattan Project begins. With Japan not yet bombing Pearl Harbor, being too concerned with affairs in China and other parts of Asia, the USA does not enter into the war. With votes of no-confidence gaining on him, Roosevelt loses the 1944 election to Thomas E. Dewey who promised to finish the war in Europe. With tax cuts and economic reform starting up, America is a booming, nuclear superpower.
However, Germany is as well. Under Göring’s command, along with some tips from an insider on the Manhattan Project, atomic bombs are developed at the same speed as America’s. Dewey assumes the role of commander-in-chief as he and congress declare war on Germany and Japan. A-bombs are dropped in Tokyo, Berlin, Osaka and Munich, which is retaliated by Germany dropping A-bombs on all fronts.
It’s all over in a matter of days. Germany, Britain, France, Russia, Japan, China and most of America are wastelands of nothingness spreading to countries surrounding them. Most of Europe goes under in a matter of years. Lower Canada and upper Mexico give in to the wasteland, as well as the majority of Asia.
But all is not lost. Deep within Norway, around Aurland, there is hope. A valley, a lake, everything all nestled in around mountainous regions keeping everyone safe… there is a village. It is small, at least at the beginning of all this. With more and more people being affected by the war raging on, persons from every country and every ethnicity find themselves in this little town. POWS from America, Germany and Soviet Russia flee here with Danes, Japanese, Irish, Brits, French, Canadians, Americans, and even some Africans. The world grows smaller as people congregate in what they feel may be the one safe place left.
The town expands. Several nearby valleys are also filled; every ‘sector’ is connected by trails, bridges, and underground tunnels. Using the knowledge of the many scientists in the area, as well as mechanics and other such people, the town- now dubbed Valhalla- quickly caught up and even surpassed the rest of the pre-Doomsday world. Aircraft and boats were at their disposal as the town grew and grew, using more and more resources for all of these things. Soon, aircrafts were dispatched all throughout the wastelands, searching for signs of life and for various supplies. Supplies came in easily, though whether or not they were good was debatable. Life, however, was a bust. They were the only ones left.
Valhalla exists in peace for an undisclosed amount of years. People have what they need and live in a peace they hadn’t known even before the war. They have children, have fun, learn everything that the scientists and doctors and elders can teach them- in fact, each person is fluent in multiple languages by the age of twenty. An oligarchy was in charge- twelve people who ruled Valhalla using various methods for different things, and never decided on something alone. Still, things were perhaps not the best, but it was at least leagues better than braving the wasteland in which they were guaranteed certain death.
Or so they think.
Soon, an aircraft that had been dispatched to America brings back the first sign of human life back from the Wasteland. It’s a small person, presumably a child, horribly mutated. The child of sorts is covered in wounds and boils and is close to death, but the pilot brings it back anyway. Doctors and scientists immediately take care of the mute child and run an autopsy on its inevitable death. Even they are unable to comprehend what they learn- was it a human to kill the child, with some form of knife? Or was it a bear of some sort, enraged but not hungry enough to eat a sick and mutated weakling? Either way, some form of human life had to be prevailing in America.
As such news trickled down into the ranks of society, the normal people in Valhalla were getting excited. Imagine being able to go to the place of their forefathers! Imagine repopulating the Earth! Imagine bringing everything back to the way it once was!
The oligarchy, on the other hand, said no.
There were not enough supplies to send everyone away. There was not enough clean air for real human survival. The child perhaps came from someone in Africa who’d wandered out there pregnant, and died during child birth. There was no way for a human to truly survive there.
Some people dropped it then. But for the most part, things weren’t the same after this little survivor came into Valhalla. Nobody trusted like they used to, nobody really believed that he wasn’t born there, nobody believed that there could not be survivors much like them in the Americas.
That is where we come in. A band of people of all ages from Valhalla who decide to finally leave their glorious little town by stealing protective suits, boats, aircraft and supplies, and finally fighting their way to a place of unclear futures and destinations.
Survival isn’t easy… and they’re about to learn that the hard way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SKELETON:
[b]NAME:[/b]
[b]AGE:[/b]
[b]APPEARANCE:[/b]
[b]WHY THEY’RE GOING:[/b]
[b]SUPPLIES/EQUIPMENT/ITEMS OWNED:[/b]
[b]BIO:[/b]
