“After the thing went off, after it was a sure thing that America could wipe out a city with just one bomb, a scientist turned to Father and said, 'Science has now known sin.' And do you know what Father said? He said, 'What is sin?”
-Kurt Vonnegut
The Rules:
1.No cheating.
2.Listen to me and any other OPs I appoint.
3.No one liners, I want good quality RPing. If you don’t follow that then you won’t be around long.
4. No flaming.
5.You aren’t invincible, even if you have power armor you can still die.
6. You may not leave Louisiana.
OOC: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=326700
War has come to Louisiana, and it won’t subside until many are left dead, homeless, and destitute. The rival factions will tear the south asunder with their weapons of destruction. However, this destruction will be nothing compared to the last days of America. But, that changes nothing because war never changes.
The no-man’s land between Providence and Defiance had been quiet for the first time in weeks. The silence was almost too good to be true. And of course, it was. Dozens of men lined the banks of the Whiskey Bay channel. Waiting for the signal to jump over the side of the embankment, and rain death upon the men waiting a mere hundred meters away. Soon, the channel would run red with blood.
Far to the north of Lafayette and Baton Rouge, lay Hellenia, a town grinding the gears of war. Pumping out weapons to be used to massacre and enslave the unprepared tribals living nearby. The tribals would bend the knee or be destroyed by the might of Alexander the Reborn. The tribals wouldn’t hold their own for long, unless someone came to their aid, their demise was inevitable.
Farther south than Baton Rouge lay the irradiated ruins of a once proud city. In its flooded streets scavengers scurry from building to building searching for anything of value, and trying their best not to be eaten or shot. But for many, they never leave the ruins, and their bodies are left for the Crocodiles and other nasty creatures that lurk just beneath the waters.
To the Southwest lays Morgan City. A place so corrupted by greed its very name is a curse. Within its cracked and broken buildings lays the city of sin. Worse even than New Vegas to the west. So depraved are its inhabitants, most wouldn’t call them human.
And so is the state of Louisiana, a hell upon earth, is you. What you do in the coming days will change the fate of the Child of the Mississippi for years to come. Some would love nothing more than to bring even more chaos, while others strive to bring order to the depraved. Whichever path you choose, you had best get to it, because the Mississippi stops for no man.
