Soon in South Acren, Erik, crowned kaiser by the people, soon begins reversing all Fascist policies. laws, and organizations. Soon the country begins coming back to the worlds stage, this time changed and more of a help. Trade is scheduled to resume and the boarders are reopened. Fascist propaganda is banned, as is anything related to fascism. A military boost is given in the form of 10 million reichsmarks. More effort is placed to international aid as reports begin trickling of an attack in the north by the NAFF. Erik releases a public announcement. "These terrorists are a threat to world peace. They are enemies to everyone and we are doing everything we can to find them and eliminate them. They declared this war, we will finish it. This is not a threat, this is a promise. More troops and equipment are being prepared to combat this threat and we will succeed. My question is are you prepared?"
Ruins of New York City, underground
The underground, the only shelter from the prying eyes of the robotic drones, hazmat teams, and radiation above. Steve looked around at the sprawling camp before him. He scoffed. Camp was barely able to describe it. Underground city was the best, even though the NYC underground city was already taken over. He looked at all the flags from Americans, Canadians, Mexicans, even some South American countries. He remembered the good days when the nations of the world weren't fighting and co-operated like friends. When the new ones invaded....this dream was crushed to dust by boots of military occupation and fascism. He spent to long worrying about his paycheck at his job to notice the warning signs. He never noticed the signs the apocalypse gave him. Now the horseman of war has decided to stay in his homeland. He grunted and racked his 1911. The metal was cold in his hands, like his own heart. He stomped down the stairs to the makeshift prison. The two guards, Canadians, saluted and let him pass. Inside a man sat, facing the wall. "You going to tell us where Rommel is?" The man stayed silent. "I know you know." The man shook his head. "I am only a janitor. I do not know." Steve scoffed and whipped out his pistol shooting the man in the head. "We your deaths problem now." He holstered his pistol and walked out. He went to his office and waved to an aid. "Tell General Kreigstien to have the next offense in New Berlin." The aid nods and leaves. Steve looks up. "Harold get in here!" a man enters and bows. "Tell the men to prepare for the New Berlin assault" the man nods and exits, shutting the door. He walks down the stairs and turns the corner. A quiet whoosh is heard and he falls, dead. A soldier in an black scout uniform, face hidden by black balaclava with a skull icon it eyes covered by dark sunglasses, appears from the darkness and drags the body to the darkness.
OOC: told yall Ghost isnt dead, also 30th page! *celebrates with cake*
