America is the land of plenty and liberty.
Now it is neither.
In the twilight of 1951, America is a rotting corpse. Beset on all sides by hostile nations and weak allies. The once prosperous states of the Midwest are now decimated following the aftermath of the third great dustbowl and the second Canadian and Mexican war. The jobless farmers fled into the cities of east and west coast causing the economy to crash and trigger another Great Depression. Poor stagger down the streets begging for cash for their children only to be ignored by the apathetic crowd. The states of the Great Lakes suffer from the worst of capitalism. Any social progress made after the industrial revolution no longer exists here. Workers face the most dangerous of jobs and twelve hour work days for only a few pennies to survive on. Once used up the workers have their property confiscated and they themselves are cast into eternal poverty.
The Second Canadian war has destroyed much of New England the third Mexican war has ended in utter failure for America. Despite marching into Ottawa and Mexico city the US had lost too much. In both wars, a year apart, a million young men have died and millions come home to a nation they cannot recognize anymore. The most extreme of the political parties felt their ranks swell as a massive economic war engulfed the world. Stocks dropped overnight and hundreds of Companys collapsed releasing hundreds of thousand employees into the wild. Beggars flooded the streets and calamitous poverty gripped the land of liberty.
During the second Weltkreig America remained neutral as France and the Kaiserreich battled each other in Africa, Europe, and Indochina. Despite the pleas of calls from its ally, the Kaiserreich, it ignored instead they turned their influence to China and Japan. It ended in disaster as the two nations banded together and smashed an American merchant fleet as it entered Korea.
All this while the Government did nothing. Locked in endless debates, councils, communities, and petty political rivery the once efficient government of the United States had come to a grinding stop. Desperate to prevent new and radical parties to usurp their position of dominance the biggest political parties dabbled in election fraud ensuring that their candidates got put in lofty positions. This had been going on ever since the founding of America but so blatant this time that the public was enraged.
The cutting point of all this tension was the 1952 elections. Three parties emerged to dominance. One was the politician Huey Long of the National Socliast which promised a strong central government and to root out the corruption of Washington. He received heavy support of the nationalist of the south and midwest. The next was Bob Reed of the Communist party who promised rights for the workers of the Rustbelt and Socialist policies to improve the lives of the poor. The third was James Phillips of the Christian Democrat Party who promised reforms for the midwest and east coast. He is barely popular and only secures popularity from the West coast promising special economic rights.
Riots and shootings now engulf the nation as the elections begin. The national guard is overwhelmed by violence and there appears to a rivalry between the south and northern states. To the east, the farmers and Liberal states feel more detached and separated from Washingtons and the poverty gripping the nation. Militias sprout up in the countryside and terrorize people into the vote. They have come into combat with America's armed forces and have declared war on the government. Rumors of succession float about in the least federalized states away from the prying eyes of Washington and anger is at the government is at an all-time high.
America is on a collision course that will define the world's future.
Scott Robertson sat on his couch lighting himself a cigarette watching the radio in the corner announce the result of the elections. It had been a while since the vote of the first state, Wyoming, and it was clear that Mr. Long was winning. Already in the streets, there were celebrations. Scott had declined the invitation of his friends to go to the bar to celebrate a new America. It was still too soon and Scott refused to count his chickens so soon in the race. He listened as state after state cast in their vote with both hope and despair.
"Michigan has voted for the new Socialist party."
"Louisana has voted for the National Socliast party!"
"Unsurprisingly California, Washington, and Oregon have voted for the Christian Democrat Party."
"Pennsylvania has been claimed by the new Socialist party in a close race with the Christian Democrat Party."
"Florida has announced their vote for the National Socliast party" The moment that announcement came on the speaker the whole street erupted into cheers. Distant fireworks could be heard and people celebrated in the backyards as the sunset. The National Socliast party has won the Electoral College!
Scott cheered silently as he extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray. There was a knock at the door and as Scott opened it his friends were crowded around and George asked "Now?"
"Of course give me a second." Scott closed the door and reopened it a minute later holding a box with his arm. His friends saw what was inscribed on the cover of the box and erupted in cheers. Scott asked, "Cuban?"
A few hours later Scott and the gang found themselves at a crowded bar with cigars in their mouths and fine brandy on the table. Bob, a police officer, shouted in order to be heard over the sounds of celebration, "Looks at us boys! Smoking Cubans and sipping fine brandy. Sure is the celebration."
The whole group nodded or grunted in approval. Just as it seemed that it was going to be the best night ever a group of cops walked in through the door of the bar. Everyone stopped their chit chat and songs and stared at the officers. One blue stepped forward to the bar and said, "Get me and the buddies a round of shots. I'm paying."
The whole bar erupted into noise again and Scott took a very long puff of the cigar in his mouth. This was certainly one of the best days of his life.
MacArthur had gone to bed early and knew he would wake up to a nation he no longer recognized. This had happened before, it had happened when he was woken up by his Chauffeur that he had reached the Mexican-American border. MacArthur had watched America decay and succumb to the allure by the evil forces of socialism that threatened America. He no longer knew what to do except place hope in Washington that maybe soon America would one day return to her glory days. That was over a year ago and things seemed to have gotten worse. As the family began to move abroad to avoid poverty and his grand army rot the only single thing that seemed would remain intact was the corruption of Washington.
As he placed his head on the pillow he prayed silently, so as not to wake up Jean, to the almighty lord above that whoever won could bring his grand nation back from the brink and show it the glories of old.
"Michigan has voted for the new Socialist party."
"Louisana has voted for the National Socliast party!"
"Unsurprisingly California, Washington, and Oregon have voted for the Christian Democrat Party."
"Pennsylvania has been claimed by the new Socialist party in a close race with the Christian Democrat Party."
"Florida has announced their vote for the National Socliast party" The moment that announcement came on the speaker the whole street erupted into cheers. Distant fireworks could be heard and people celebrated in the backyards as the sunset. The National Socliast party has won the Electoral College!
Scott cheered silently as he extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray. There was a knock at the door and as Scott opened it his friends were crowded around and George asked "Now?"
"Of course give me a second." Scott closed the door and reopened it a minute later holding a box with his arm. His friends saw what was inscribed on the cover of the box and erupted in cheers. Scott asked, "Cuban?"
A few hours later Scott and the gang found themselves at a crowded bar with cigars in their mouths and fine brandy on the table. Bob, a police officer, shouted in order to be heard over the sounds of celebration, "Looks at us boys! Smoking Cubans and sipping fine brandy. Sure is the celebration."
The whole group nodded or grunted in approval. Just as it seemed that it was going to be the best night ever a group of cops walked in through the door of the bar. Everyone stopped their chit chat and songs and stared at the officers. One blue stepped forward to the bar and said, "Get me and the buddies a round of shots. I'm paying."
The whole bar erupted into noise again and Scott took a very long puff of the cigar in his mouth. This was certainly one of the best days of his life.
MacArthur had gone to bed early and knew he would wake up to a nation he no longer recognized. This had happened before, it had happened when he was woken up by his Chauffeur that he had reached the Mexican-American border. MacArthur had watched America decay and succumb to the allure by the evil forces of socialism that threatened America. He no longer knew what to do except place hope in Washington that maybe soon America would one day return to her glory days. That was over a year ago and things seemed to have gotten worse. As the family began to move abroad to avoid poverty and his grand army rot the only single thing that seemed would remain intact was the corruption of Washington.
As he placed his head on the pillow he prayed silently, so as not to wake up Jean, to the almighty lord above that whoever won could bring his grand nation back from the brink and show it the glories of old.