After-World: A Post-Nuclear Nation Simulator (IC)

[Delsola]

The year is 2428. For the last 300 years, humanity has crawled from its bunkers and began to rebuild itself after a global nuclear apocalypse. After the initial century in hiding and the long struggle to re-conquer the surface in the face of radiation, mutants and tribals, has ended, and in parts of the world were man still lives, and the land is still liveable, governing bodies have grown from smaller organisations into true rulers of their domains. Now, the governments of this new world will explore, expand and conquer the lands around them, to expand resources and power.

I will determine the resolution of battles etc., but will accept general public opinion on some decisions. Map available soon (hopefully).

https://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msid=209203595189539087098.0004c80c03cab6770f9d7&msa=0&ll=47.279229,-94.042969&spn=70.370399,155.039063

OOC:

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=196784

All activites will take place month by month. We are currently in:

OCTOBER

[Bojikami]

General Santarelli rose from his palace in New Vegas and he looked out to the rest of New Vegas, the people were rebuilding. The general looked to his commanders and the map of the Nevada Dominion "We got ourselves a good empire. I don't see any need for expansion."

[Sabara]

General Santarelli rose from his palace in New Vegas and he looked out to the rest of New Vegas, the people were rebuilding. The general looked to his commanders and the map of the Nevada Dominion "We got ourselves a good empire. I don't see any need for expansion."

OOC: I believe Nevada's already been claimed? Look at the OOC.

[Virenna]

The Nevadan Commonwealth

Another day began in the Nevadan Commonwealth as the rising sun spread its light across the arid desert. Farmers awoke to water their crops as tribals emerged from their camps, ready to guard them as part of the deal "The Big Five"-the independent families who controlled each major industry and governed the Commonwealth- had arranged. The tribals protected the Commonwealth's farmers from wildlife and raider threats and in turn were paid and given access to the riches and luxuries of the city.

Within the great city of the Commonwealth, caravan traders, tourists, travelers, and residents alike started today's business, whether it be to work or to gamble their money away in one of the metropolis' many casinos. In the heart of the city's downtown area, in the upper VIP section of a prestigious theater, the Commonwealth Council of Families, The Big Five's representatives, began a meeting to discuss the running of the city and its territory. Around the circular table sat the families' representatives:

Lucy Trontson, a young, beautiful, blonde and blue-eyed woman who represented the Trontsons. They controlled the city's gambling and entertainment industries, and the very theater they sat in was owned by her brother, Paul Trontson. It was said she could hypnotize a man with just a smile and a wink.

Dimitri Rostov, a mid-40s man with dark hair who always wore sunglasses, represented the Rostovs. Many though he was blind, but it wouldn't match up with his skill in accounting. The Rostovs controlled the weapons industry, and their slogan ("Make it a Rostov kill") was known throughout the wastes.

Manny Rivera, a hyper, young man who spoke fast and with a mexican accent, stood for the Riveras. Rumor was that he wouldn't be caught dead without at least a pound of coke on him. The Riveras controlled the technology and retail industry, selling televisions, computers, and telephones- though nearly everyone knew about their little drug operation on the side, as drugs were legal under Commonwealth law.

"Old Jim" Johnson, an elderly man with large glasses and fancy shoes, was the Johnsons' representative. The Johnsons controlled the caravan routes and the interstate trading business. Old Jim had a reputation of being level-headed and fair- most people remarked that he reminded them of their favorite grandparent.

Roger McCroy, a 20-something year old with red hair and green eyes, represented the McCroys. The McCroys controlled the energy industries, providing most of the Commonwealth's geothermal and solar energy with its one geothermal plant and two solar panels. Roger McCroy was known as a bit of a hothead- he had pulled a pistol on the rest of the representatives on a total of 6 times- but he always began laughing hysterically at the awkward silence that ensued and sheathed his weapon, usually, but not always, apologizing.

Lucy quickly began the daily business of reading logistics, a task that nearly all of the council's members hated except for Dimitri. After this was completed, Lucy, or whoever else was hosting that day, would have a bottle of fine scotch or wine brought up, which the representatives would drink while discussing major issues. Once they were all drunk, they finished the day off with some poker and organized tomorrow's meeting. It was an extremely fluid and informal way of governing, but somehow it worked very efficiently. The families had worked together for so long that the Commonwealth acted like a well-oiled machine ("Fed with McCroy energy," Roger would frequently point out).

Today they group discussed the strength of the Nevada Diminion also located within the former state. The nation was rumored to be very powerful militarily, and it was Lucy who suggested an alliance. "We could help their economy grow- it's certain disastrous with the size of their military," she smiled "and we could use their help if another nation tried to attack us."

Old Jim looked skeptically at her. "I don't know. I don't the idea of creating any ties with another nation- they might drag us into their wars."

Dimitri interjected. "But they are our neighbors to the south Jim, we could at least let them know we wish for continued peace between the Commonwealth and their lands."

"I don't think we should support military dictatorships, man," Manny sammered in his accent, "I bet Santarelli's committing all sort of crimes on his people. It's just not morally right-"

"This is coming from a cocaine addict," McCroy said, "How about we just send an envoy down- Lucy pass the scotch- down there to see how the place is, and whether it's worthy of our support. They can report back to us and from there we'll decide whether to commit."

The council members all nodded their heads in agreement. Lucy had another bottle scotch sent up, and today's poker game began. The next day, Lucy's younger sister Katie was escorted by two combat robots in a carriage to the Dominion capital. A diplomatic meeting was arranged, and Katie arrived at the general's palace dressed in a Pre-War gown and ready to begin talking of the two nations' futures.

[Bojikami]

He puffed his cigar "So... your from the neighbors huh?" He looked around. They were in his palace, previously one of the best casino's in La's Vegas. "I'm sorry if the soldiers scared you or anything. So what brings you here?"

The Nevadan Commonwealth

Another day began in the Nevadan Commonwealth as the rising sun spread its light across the arid desert. Farmers awoke to water their crops as tribals emerged from their camps, ready to guard them as part of the deal "The Big Five"-the independent families who controlled each major industry and governed the Commonwealth- had arranged. The tribals protected the Commonwealth's farmers from wildlife and raider threats and in turn were paid and given access to the riches and luxuries of the city.

Within the great city of the Commonwealth, caravan traders, tourists, travelers, and residents alike started today's business, whether it be to work or to gamble their money away in one of the metropolis' many casinos. In the heart of the city's downtown area, in the upper VIP section of a prestigious theater, the Commonwealth Council of Families, The Big Five's representatives, began a meeting to discuss the running of the city and its territory. Around the circular table sat the families' representatives:

Lucy Trontson, a young, beautiful, blonde and blue-eyed woman who represented the Trontsons. They controlled the city's gambling and entertainment industries, and the very theater they sat in was owned by her brother, Paul Trontson. It was said she could hypnotize a man with just a smile and a wink.

Dimitri Rostov, a mid-40s man with dark hair who always wore sunglasses, represented the Rostovs. Many though he was blind, but it wouldn't match up with his skill in accounting. The Rostovs controlled the weapons industry, and their slogan ("Make it a Rostov kill") was known throughout the wastes.

Manny Rivera, a hyper, young man who spoke fast and with a mexican accent, stood for the Riveras. Rumor was that he wouldn't be caught dead without at least a pound of coke on him. The Riveras controlled the technology and retail industry, selling televisions, computers, and telephones- though nearly everyone knew about their little drug operation on the side, as drugs were legal under Commonwealth law.

"Old Jim" Johnson, an elderly man with large glasses and fancy shoes, was the Johnsons' representative. The Johnsons controlled the caravan routes and the interstate trading business. Old Jim had a reputation of being level-headed and fair- most people remarked that he reminded them of their favorite grandparent.

Roger McCroy, a 20-something year old with red hair and green eyes, represented the McCroys. The McCroys controlled the mining industries, providing most of the Commonwealth's coal energy. Roger McCroy was known as a bit of a hothead- he had pulled a pistol on the rest of the representatives on a total of 6 times- but he always began laughing hysterically at the awkward silence that ensued and sheathed his weapon, usually, but not always, apologizing.

Lucy quickly began the daily business of reading logistics, a task that nearly all of the council's members hated except for Dimitri. After this was completed, Lucy, or whoever else was hosting that day, would have a bottle of fine scotch or wine brought up, which the representatives would drink while discussing major issues. Once they were all drunk, they finished the day off with some poker and organized tomorrow's meeting. It was an extremely fluid and informal way of governing, but somehow it worked very efficiently. The families had worked together for so long that the Commonwealth acted like a well-oiled machine ("Fed with McCroy coal," Roger would frequently point out).

Today they group discussed the power of the Nevada Diminion also located within the former state. The nation was rumored to be very powerful militarily, and it was Lucy who suggested an alliance. "We could help their economy grow- it's certain disastrous with the size of their military," she smiled "and we could use their help if another nation tried to attack us."

Old Jim looked skeptically at her. "I don't know. I don't the idea of creating any ties with another nation- they might drag us into their wars."

Dimitri interjected. "But they are our neighbors to the south Jim, we could at least let them know we wish for continued peace between the Commonwealth and their lands."

"I don't think we should support military dictatorships, man," Manny sammered in his accent, "I bet Manticelli's committing all sort of crimes on his people. It's just not morally right-

"This is coming from a cocaine addict," McCroy said "How about we just send an envoy down- Lucy pass the scotch- down there to see how the place is, and whether it's worthy of our support. They can report back to us and from there we'll decide whether to commit."

The council members all nodded their heads in agreement. Lucy had another bottle scotch sent up, and today's poker game began. The next day, Lucy's younger sister Katie was escorted by two combat robots in a carriage to the Dominion capital. A diplomatic meeting was arranged, and Katie arrived at the general's palace dressed in a Pre-War gown and ready to begin talking of the two nations' futures.

[Virenna]

Katie Trontson smiled, her beauty, although not as notable as her sister's, catching the attention of nearby guards. "I am here, sir, to discuss the relationship between our two growing nations and how it can benefit us both in the long run," She continued, "I am hoping to see what your nation can offer to the Commonwealth and what we in return can offer to the Dominion. As you know, despite the apocalypse, many new nations are sprouting up. The Old World is gone- but a new one is taking its place. And there are bound to be conflicts of interest between these new nations, just like the old. I believe our governments can help support each other in these conflicts, as long as there is enough motivation." She eagerly awaited a reply.

[Bojikami]

He smiled "I accept because we both share the land of Nevada. And I believe we can help eachother." He turned to look out the window, thinking of Area 51. "So... are there any conditions for this alliance?"

[Newaswa]

In the Newaswan Parliment,the community was building a hospital.The engineer,Marco Alli,was placed in charge of building the hospital since some of people were falling sick.
Meanwhile,the prime minister Alonzo was looking at the map of Baffin Islands and the dossiers.The mission was to take Nanavut and spread the empire all the way to the Atlantic Ocean.He called or his general General Wesker.When he entered,he said "You wanted me sir?"
Alonzo replied "Yes.The population has been growing at a high rate and we're running out of land.I need you to round up the troops and set out for Nanavut.Take the state either by pen or by bullet."
"Yes sir," said the general as he left.He gathered his army of 500 soldiers and set out by sea for Nanavut.

[Neros]

The sun rose over the ruins of New York, the small squad kicking over a few slabs of the collapsed ceiling. Out of the shattered windows, a misty orange began to blanket the skyscrapers, and the squad was given a front-row seat to the beautiful sunrise on the 83rd floor of the Empire State Building, though that wasn't its proper name. It was "Tower 2", or as called by normal people "Black Fist Tower", since it was one of the tallest structures in the Ruined City and could be seen miles away.

These upper floors however, were not safe for habitation. The lower floors are useful for administration and conducting operations for City Expeditions, but higher up the place is falling to pieces. A refit had been completed a few years back in celebration for the Black Fists' triumph in the Battle for New York, but it only reinforced floors 70 and below, as the rest was deemed to be unsafe for re-structure or repair. So, squads are sent to collect materials, clean out the place, and identify areas that are showing signs of deterioration.

One of the men kicked a rusty metal object aside, causing it to clatter across the floor. "This shit is boring." He said through his helmets' breathing apparatus - as the Tower authority was not sure on if it had become irradiated recently.

"Boring, but necessary." A feminine voice said, holding a metal rod over a piece of wall that exposed a system of pipes. The rod was connected to a small box, producing a few beeps every now and then. "This place needs to be demolished, no questions anymore. This Pre-Crisis Water Management System is heavily irradiated, and is structurally unsound. Ya know the Building Managers suggest that there was once a tower at the top of the building? It makes sense I suppose - the floors terminate randomly at floor 92 and it looks like it was ripped from its-"

"You're rambling sarge. Let's get the data and get out of here."

"...Oh, okay." She said, placing the rod and box in a satchel at her side. "Let's get going."

[Israeliamas]

As Jarl Kristoffer wakes to a new dawn over his capital city Sacramento he is flooded with the thoughts of the extremely close territory of the Oakland Republic and hoping that his extension of peace and prosperity (of which contained some highly tuned weapons from the Jarls personal armory escorted by some of his best dignitaries) between his own and Chancellor Orlov's people will be accepted

[Gorgentia]

The sun rises over The University, light pouring into the window of a large office. The Dean of Engineering sits, enjoying a nice steak omelet. He goes over the weekly reports, careful not to smudge the fresh ink.

Road construction has been slowly grinding to a halt due to the need of replacement machinery. The restored coal plants sit idle while efforts are underway to find more coal deposits. A civil housing project is being blocked by some religious fanatics, something about "The Great Earth Worm" residing in a patch of dirt where the front steps will go. The Dean makes a mental note to tell the construction crews to just run over the nuts from now on.

Luckily though, the most important project has gone forward without much hindrance. The Dean smiles and sips his purified water, gargling before swallowing to enjoy the taste. He turns his head and looks at the green grass of the Campus and smiles, glad he didn't listen to his father and become an agriculture scientist. The Dean of Engineering got air conditioning in his office... if he built it of course.

[Chinese Federation]

North East British Colombia, December 2428

For the past 5 weeks, the 23rd Albertan Expeditionary force has tracked trough the perilous mountains that is the Canadian Rockies. Their mission is to scout and discover the remnants of human civilization that has survived the century long nuclear winter and the preceding wars that followed. So far, all evidence points to the extinction of mankind in the area that was known as British Colombia. Brunt out enclaves littered the mountain valleys, their inhabitants perished or else long gone. It was not until Friday of the 5th week did the 23rd Expeditionary force discover signs of life.

“Well… this isn’t very good”

The 31 soldiers and rangers of the Expeditionary force stood around in a circle gazing at a limp figure hanging from an old willow tree. The figure was male (or appeared to be, the body has decayed to a point where it’s hard to tell). He was dressed in green fatigues and had a sign draped over his head.

“No Welcome”

Those two worlds painted in crude red were a dead giveaway that the region was not as desolate as Albertan government predicted it would be. They were also ample warning that the residents of this valley, whoever they were, were not friendly.

“Well, what do we do now sergeant? Do we backtrack and report this to HQ?”

“You dumb? I did not hike through the bloody Rockies, freeze off my left testicle, and lose two of my men to be turned back by some corpse hanging from a tree. We proceed as order and will only stop until we see the Sea”

“But Sargent, they could be another cannibal tribe for all we know. For all we know, the Sea might not even exist! No one has seen it for over a hundred years!”

“If they were cannibals, then they wouldn’t bother to warn off their prey now would they? Plus it’s our job, we are ordered to scout out a trade path to sea and that’s what we’re going to do. Now quit your whining and go ahead to scout out the trail”

…

“Hey, go back and call over the Sargent, I think I see a local!”

A man in a brown fur jacket was loitering on the bank of a stream, hulling in a fish trap from the icy water. He also had a rifle.

“Well, we know they’re armed. Figured, who aren’t these days? Jack, Don, go flank him on the right. If he even looks like he’s going to use that squirrel gun, I want you to blow his brains out”

After his men went off, the Sargent carefully took his pistol out and grabbed the barrel, waving it in plain view.

“Hey! You over there! Yea you! I am a representative of the Republic of Alberta, please take me to your-hey!”

The man, who was at first shocked at what he was seeing, dropped his fish trap. Fear creeping onto his face. He then let out a startled scream and ran off.

“Hey, stop! We-I, I am unarmed and mean no harm! Come Back!”

But it was no use; the man was obviously scared shitless and by then too far away to hear the Sargent’s cries.

“Goddamn it! That was a tactical mistake, didn’t think he would run off like that. Now every redneck in the region is going to be armed and ready. Why didn’t the government send in a proper diplomat?”

“You think those fat cat bureaucrats from Calgary would rick their own precious neck tracking over the Rockies? The pain from the frostbite must be messing with your head. Well, at least look on the bright side, we got dinner!”

Private Don proudly displayed two caged full of fat salmon, abandoned by the local.

*Sigh* “Can’t you ever think of anything else besides food? Fine then, go light a fire and set up camp. Post double guards tonight, we’ll give the local’s time to cool off heads and then tomorrow, we’ll head to their enclave”

“Yes Sir! And praise God; haven’t had salmon since I was a kid, now how do we cook these things…?”

The Sargent sighed again and holstered his gun. The first encounter did not go as planned.

[Vriskastan]

"Chancellor, our Danish neighbors are here to see you," reported an aide.
"Very well send them in."
"Welcome to Oakland. My name is Vladimir Orlov. I am the chancellor of the Oakland Republic. Well it is a far walk from Sacramento, sit down, stay awhile. Here's some of the try the DeVerre family 2350 vintage," offered Chancellor Orlov.
One bottle of wine later
"Ok, now we can talk about business. The way I see it, our countries live very close to each other, so it's in our best interests to not to shoot each other. So send the Jarl this message, but it's for his eyes only. Now I should send something back with you guys. Umm let me see here."
The Chancellor rummages in the back room for a few good bottles of wine. He selects the 2426 Napa Specialty. It's hasn't aged too much, but it goes well with any meal or occasion.

To Jarl Kristoffer,
On behalf of the republic and the power vested in me, I hereby accept your offer of friendly relations and friendship. May 10,000 years of prosperity and peace bless our nations. Now hopefully this part of the message arrived without too many prying eyes. You have very quality firearms and I have the means to produce many weapons in my factories. If your weapon experts can collaborate with our engineers at the Berkeley University Testing Grounds, we both can benefit from this.
Sincerely,
Chancellor of the Oakland Republic Vladimir Orlov
P.S
Did you enjoy the wine? It's one of the few good years we had.

[Silician]

While on a trip visiting one of the largest cities of Nueva Baja, Tijuana, Presidente Samuel Martinez was told of a nearby city being rebuilt that is not within Nueva Baja's territory.
"Send a diplomat to the city for peace talks, we need to start civilization over again on the right foot," he told his advisor.
"Sí señor Presidente."

A week later when Martinez returned to the capitol La Paz, a fisherman burst into his office excitedly. He knew that the man was a fisherman because of the way he dressed and because of his stench.
"Señor Presidente, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was fishing out farther into the gulf than usual and. and..."
"Well, spit it out!"
"I saw other fishing boats there, none of them were recognizable to the fishing boats of La Paz. As soon as I noticed it, the boats turned around and headed the other direction!"
"Hmmmmmm, there must by another group of survivors in the other side of the waters, thank you for this information."
Martinez told his advisor to send a boat to the other side of the gulf for peace talks.
"Well, well, not long after we crawl out of that hole in the ground, and we've already made contact with two more groups of survivors. Hopefully they will also see this as an opportunity to rebuild civilization with a positive beginning."

[Virenna]

He smiled "I accept because we both share the land of Nevada. And I believe we can help eachother." He turned to look out the window, thinking of Area 51. "So... are there any conditions for this alliance?"

Katie looked surprised; things had gone much smoother than she expected. The Big Five would be glad to hear how easy her task was conducted. She quickly had an aide give her the previously made trade agreement, and handed it to the general. The agreement was not a military one; It would simply serve as the beginning of relations between the two nations. She handed the general a pen to sign the document:

The Nevada Concordat
Between the Nevadan Commonwealth and the Dominion of Nevada

This document expresses the terms of trade and future relations between the two nations inhabiting the former state of Nevada. The Nevadan Commonwealth agrees to the following terms:

1. The Nevadan Commonwealth under the leadership of the Commonwealth Council of Families will recognize the legitimacy of the Dominion of Nevada under the leadership of General Santarelli.
2. The Nevadan Commonwealth will allow Dominion caravans and products to be introduced to the Commonwealth, allowing free trade of the two territories within its borders, without either government posing restrictions based solely on national identity.

In return, the Dominion of Nevada will agree to the following terms:

1. The Dominion of Nevada under the leadership of General Santarelli will recognize the legitimacy of the Nevadan Commonwealth under the leadership of the Commonwealth Council of Families.
2. The Dominion of Nevada will allow Commonwealth caravans and products to be introduced to the Dominion, allowing free trade of the two territories within its borders, without either government posing restrictions based solely on national identity.

The terms of this agreement are binding and are not to be revoked.

[Bojikami]

He looked at the paper and signed it "And tell them I said hi."

He smiled "I accept because we both share the land of Nevada. And I believe we can help eachother." He turned to look out the window, thinking of Area 51. "So... are there any conditions for this alliance?"

Katie looked surprised; things had gone much smoother than she expected. The Big Five would be glad to hear how easy her task was conducted. She quickly had an aide give her the previously made trade agreement, and handed it to the general. The agreement was not a military one; It would simply serve as the beginning of relations between the two nations. She handed the general a pen to sign the document:

The Nevada Concordat
Between the Nevadan Commonwealth and the Dominion of Nevada

This document expresses the terms of trade and future relations between the two nations inhabiting the former state of Nevada. The Nevadan Commonwealth agrees to the following terms:

1. The Nevadan Commonwealth under the leadership of the Commonwealth Council of Families will recognize the legitimacy of the Dominion of Nevada under the leadership of General Santarelli.
2. The Nevadan Commonwealth will allow Dominion caravans and products to be introduced to the Commonwealth, allowing free trade of the two territories within its borders, without either government posing restrictions based solely on national identity.

In return, the Dominion of Nevada will agree to the following terms:

1. The Dominion of Nevada under the leadership of General Santarelli will recognize the legitimacy of the Nevadan Commonwealth under the leadership of the Commonwealth Council of Families.
2. The Dominion of Nevada will allow Commonwealth caravans and products to be introduced to the Dominion, allowing free trade of the two territories within its borders, without either government posing restrictions based solely on national identity.

The terms of this agreement are binding and are not to be revoked.

[Britannic Realms]

The Kingdom of Newfoundland

The sun rose over the Kingdom of the Newfoundland. The farmers rose early to provide food for the slowly-growing population, it was lucky that the area around Newfoundland was not hit very hard in the war. It was for this reason that a government was formed fairly quickly as they found a base in the still-standing St. John's, that was also where they found the agricultural stuff such as fertilizers and some machinery.

The Royal Dockyards of the Kingdom were constantly full of ships from mine-layers to a frigate, the navy was one of the biggest employers, the problem was that the lack of coal, oil or nuclear power was preventing these ships from going out to see. Trials are underway to see if the ship can run on bio-fuel, but many see that as an irrational waste of food as rationing is already in place.

King George, the Seventh, always rose early. King George was a young but intelligent man, he was not a typical pre-war King having extravagant palaces at his disposal, servants, a pile of money. Every day, King George was walking around St. John's giving people a helping hand in their tasks and occasionally going back to 'Government House' to see his Prime Minister. King George was descended from the House of Windsor, which the people of Newfoundland still regarded as their monarchs. Apparently, the Royal Family were evacuated and spread across Canada to make sure that at least one survived. The 'Royal Shelter' in Newfoundland was home to Roger, Prince of Wales from whom George is descended. As such his full title is 'By the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom, Ireland, Newfoundland and the British Dominions beyond the Seas King, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith'.

The Prime Minister, Andrew Franklin, was a man much like King George, although he spent his days sitting in Government House reading over 'official documents' and attending to 'official business'. The nature of this 'official business' was certainly up for discussion. For the most part, people didn't mind, they did vote him in the 2425 general election. The Leader of the Opposition, Sir James, as he was known, mostly agreed with the governments policies and many wondered if there was actually a point in the two parties being separate.

The government regularly sent out expeditions up to ten miles outside the borders. Today, it was decided that two expeditions should be sent much further. One was set to go and check the ruins of Washington D.C. and New York to make contact with surviving member of the American government while one was sent to Vancouver, via Toronto and Quebec City, to see if they could find remains of the Canadian government or the descendants of the members of the Royal Family who were sent to those cities to shelter. It is thought the expedition will reach their destinations in a week or so.

[Bojikami]

The general is called into a room to meet with his advisors. "General, our scouts have confirmed it. Here. In southern Arizona, there are a few working oil rigs. " The general scratched his chin "Good. Send a few soldiers there. And what of area 51?" On of the advisors smiled "our theories were correct. We discovered alien tech there."

[Dolorem]

All is currently quiet in the wastes of Yukon. The Overlord simply sat at his throne waiting for anybody to tell him something of interest. However through all the biting cold, and screams of anguish of soldiers that had failed to meet expectations, as the where pushed into large chambers of irradiated water, to make them of use militaristically, the Overlord was to receive nothing.

[Dolorem]

Eventually, the screams where broken by a disturbancei n the throne room. A man standing at 6ft 6inches emerged from the shadow submerged doorway, and clambered up the steps to the platform to which the Overlord's throne was on. He strode along this until he stoon next to a roaring brazier, next to the throne. this man was the Overlrod's first left-tenant, Ethelred the Sturdy

"Sire, I have news for thine. Far, far up north, we have foundeth a Dharzth den(the home of a mutated creature that came from the Ox), if we can assert some primal dominance over them. Then we, can lead them into glorious battle, giving us the edge over any opponent thou shalt face, as we do not need to spend as much money, on the production of the Dominion's creatures."

The Overlord stood clearly interesed by this proposal. In a voice that seemed to echoe through every crevice of he throne room, he replied. "Ethelred, I thanketh thou for being the courier of such news to me. Now, ready me a division of Zealots, and the presence of thou, at this event is also requested. However, do not order for any change in the production of dominion creatures, we will fight with twice as many as before."

"Now we march!"

The Overlord stands and leaves the room, leaving Ethelred standing there, ready to make the arrangements at once, they where going to bolster their forces, and be able to crush any opposition, should this work.

[The Ancient World]

August 25, 2428-The Sun rose, its waves glistening off Tampa Bay. Lonnie Sergio II was enjoying a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs. A light knock came on the door.
“Come in.”
His “daily advisor” walked into the office and handed him a huge stack of papers.
“And what is this?”
“Daily reports, sir,” he said as he exited the room.
Sergio sifted through them. There were rumors of another group to the north who lived in what was Iowa. Pure nonsense, he thought. They were the only survivors. Factory production was normal. All the usual stuff, until the final two pages.
“Hm? What’s this?” he said out loud.
The first page said that the remains of a place known as Canaveral were discovered on the eastern coast. Everything was devastated beyond repair except a few books, which were being brought back to the Great Library.
The second page said that the SS Tampa was launched. It was called a submarine. It had the tech equivalent of a German WWII U-boat. Three torpedoes had been manufactured, the report said. Well, I’ll have to go check it out, he thought.
He rose from the chair and walked through the palace, built out of the remains of Tropicana Field. He called for a car, and drove off to the docks.

[Delsola]

In the Northern wastes of Alaska, an army is stirring. A combination of nuclear radiation and massive oil spills have poisoned the once serene landscape. Toxic clouds hang above the former state and release a poisoned, blackened snow. The oil, escaping due to the bombs, is laced in the snow itself. Massive fires are not uncommon, and may rage for weeks. Theonly things that survive in this wasteland are mutated husks, living in the deepest lakes or hunting each other in the dark of night, retreating to sub-terrainian lairs come the break of day. Human life is all but extinguished. However, from the ashes of Alaska has risen a new race of man. Lumbering man-mutants, barbarous and savage, make up vast roaming hordes, devouring all they find. In recent years, they have stumbled upon the Obsidian Dominion, their scouts unseen in the dead of night. Now, the mutant horde readies for battle. What they lack in technology and intellect they make up for in numbers and pure strength. Their might shall soon find it's way out of the toxic Alaska and into the warmer semi-arctic wastes of Yukon.

(Think Fallout 3 super mutants mixed with yetis)

[Rynatia]

City of New Mexico.
General Herman Markax gazed over the bustling city of New Mexico, throughout it countless merchants sold even more countless good. Soldiers patrolled constantly and one helicopter would occasionally hum by the government tower. As the General swirled his whiskey he smiled, the scar on his cheek twisting. "These reports are pleasing Colonel." He said in his thick and commanding voice. "We shall begin constructing the grand highway, connection the lands of the federation to the nations of North..."
The colonel polity intervened "Sir..." The General turned his gaze on the decorated soldier. "Our workers have come under increasing attacks from those... Mutants... I require more troops to guard the wo-" The General raised a hand, indicating for him to become silent. "You will have the 2nd and 5th Conquistador brigades, I expect no further problems. Shoot anyone who approaches the workers or highway on sight, I will not have any delays."

"Yes General." The colonel would salute then turn smartly and march out. The General turned back to his balcony, gazing out over the massive city. "Kiara." He called to his sectary, a young woman with dark hair and eyes stepped out. "Yes General?" She asked. "Dispatch runners to the following leaders...
The Iron fist society.
The Empire of provinces
And the Nevada dominion."
"And what should I tell them, the messengers I mean?" The young woman asked. The General smiled, his middle aged face brightening up. "Tell them we wish to trade, we have plenty of advanced weapons, food and Minerals...."
"Of course sir, and what do we require in return?" At this the general broke into a wide grin. "Workers for our road of course..."


1 mile of the Federal highway
"Delta team to Alpha team, moving in." The conquistador captain reported, his voice deep and almost synthetic behind the advanced mask he wore, the lower of which worked as a gas mask while the above had advanced targeting goggles. He hefted his heavy, multi-role rifle against his shoulder then let off several high speed shots, a raider fell dead, blood flooding out into the sands off the desert.Behind him 8 more troopers in heavy Armour and carrying similar weapons, but one carried a giant rocket launcher. The team had been hunting the raider tribe for 3 days now, slowly killing them off. Now in this valley they the sick bastards.
The raider tribe, around 34 armed men and women were hold up in a small building. They were cocky at first and tried rushing the small sqaud, who simply moved back while firing, luring the raiders out into the open, into sniper fire. Now that the raiders had fled into a large building it was a bit more complicated. The valley had two entrances and Delta team posed as a distraction, assaulting the main doors, behind the building the second team blew through the wall and rushed in, after a long fire fight the teams managed to divide and dominate the raiders, taking many prisoners back to the highway for forced labor.

[The Ancient World]

August 24, 2428- Sergio arrived at the docks. There, glistening in the morning sunlight was the SS Tampa.
“So,” he said to the head producer, “can it dive?”
“Yes, sir. It has a max depth of 75 feet.”
“Well, I have some orders for you and your crew. There have been rumors of a civilization in Iowa. I want you to sail up the Mississippi and confirm this.”
“Yes sir. If we do find anything, what should we do?”
“Try to establish some diplomatic relations. Do the best you can.”
“Aye, sir!”
And with that, the president of the Empire of Provinces headed back to the car.
We’ve come a long way, he thought, recalling the history of the Empire.
During the nuclear war, only two nukes hit Florida. One hit Miami and the other hit Orlando. However, these nukes caused mass devastation because Florida was so flat. It wasn’t until 2346 that the effects of the bombs began to wear off. Tampa was the ideal location for the capital because of the bay. The only large building was Tropicana Field. The roof was rebuilt and the field turned into offices. Now TEOP was about to encounter other survivors for the first time.
Well, it’s been quite a day, he thought, as the car drove back to Tropicana.

[Carathon]

Welthauptstadt Germania, formerly known as Detroit

As far as the Schutzstaffel knew, Welthauptstadt was the only mostly intact city in the world. Mostly because it was one of the few cities with an working SDI defense when the bombs fell, the rest malfuntioning, being sabotaged or plain being overwelmed by the pure amount of bombs falling.

They used the term " mostly " loosely, as the outer layers of the city was turned to dust and many of the inner building were damaged. The center, was rebuilt into an identical repilca of an 1940s German cities, complete with the red black and white hanging from every window. Infact, Wisconsin and Michigan ( known as Hesse and Brandenburg respectfully. ) as a whole were hit very little by the bombs, and the Reich's engineers managed to get amany railroads and trains working years ago, with the help of many mutant slaves of course. But currently much of the Reich's slaves and engineers were working on repairing the infrastructure of Minnesota ( known as Bavaria. ) which was heavily bombed out. The Reich also practiced very limited authority over the coast of Ontario ( Saarland. )

At the same time the many rivers and lakes of the Rekch provided more then an surplus of water, which was often traded. At the moment the 1st Kampgruppen of 1200 men were leading an military expediton into Ohio.

Amany scouts were sent out to neighboring nations offering cheap water trade aswell.