The Future of our World (Or On the Subject of Flooding.)

(right. Not mistaken. Not at all. Really )
Welcome to my CIV story!
I will continue my Mod Test.
This is my post-apocalyptic story. Narrative. On settler.
Netherlands. Earth2. Future start.
I will just play out, but if I am General Secretary of the UN I will NEVER. EVER. Allow Nuclear non-profileration.
Then eventually the world will be engulfed in war.
then in a flood.
then in an Ice Age.
Interesting, right?
(the difficulty was not my main point. It's trying to see how the earth will cope with what I will do to it )
BUT FIRST...
You are looking.
Looking at a door.
There might be something behind this door.
It might just be the garden.
It might be your bed.
Come on.
Open the door.
*Mysterious speaker opens the door. Reveal room with mirror*
Look into the mirror.
WELCOME TO YOUR FUTURE.......
*evil menacing laugh as door slams shut*
"ouch."
"where are we?"
"didn't that voice say the future?"
"what."
"I kid you not."
A man, running up to these people.
"Man, you people OK? that was a pretty hard crash. we had to drag you out of the Atlantic."
"wait. Isn't this supposed to be (INSERT GENERIC COUNTRY HERE)?"
"What are you talking about."
"No, I mean, what happened?"
*shot of city, very high-tech stuff*
"Haha, you never heard of 2050?"
"Er... No?"
"sorry, we just flew through a mirror."
"Well. Parts of the world flooded. Others rose. Answer your question?"
"Yep."
"Well, then tell me yer names."
"Mine's.... Civ'ed, I think."
"and them?"
"er... erm.... I forgot."
"all right. Name's Maurits. Maurits Mauritsz."
"original name you have there"
"not my fault. I run the town tavern. I invite you and your crew in. You must know what happened in what for you is... the future."
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You see, the problem with the other people is that they are YOU. Sadly, I cannot use your Username without your permission. so if you want to be in the story, just say so.

first post

I want in

EDIT: this just occurred to me.... everybody who posts first post.... is lying!! so I correct myself:

Second post

right.
If some more people have their characters signed up I can start soon.
(please note: RoM:AND. I want to have something happen late game for gods' sake)

Oh, go ahead and put me in to.

I'd like to join as Morepic Thanyou.

Joining as the King...of something. you decide.

Will there be pictures?
Also I will be a bird (humming).

signing up as Schneizel, guy who says stop fighting or DIE(by nukes)!!!!

Well, you know me. When your username has an actual name as part of it, it's hard to pass it up.

Put me in as Olaf Generalis.

Joining as Hans Strijssens.

joining as christos, a crazy man.

This update is still part of the prologue and the story won't start until RoM:AND wants to start.
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"quite nice of him to give us these rooms."
"indeed, mayor. indeed."
christos attempted to stand up, but failed in such.
"wait. How many litres of beer did HE drink?"
"apparently too much."
"shut up you two...."
Olaf looked outside the window. Not that hard - most of the room was made of material that was only see-through on one side.
"Wait what."
"I thought this building was concrete."
"well, let's see what's- ow." christos slumped back again.
"It seems to be a truck. It has the ensign of the government on it, I think."
A shout resounded.
"Hide somewhere, friends! If they find you it's not very pleasant!"
Silence filled the room.
meanwhile, downstairs...
<// INITIATE_SEQUENCE
MAURITSZ, MAURITS
KEEPER OF THE GOUDEN LEEUW
IMMIGRANT CHECK PROCEEDING //>
"sirs, what are you talking about. Immigrants? Well, maybe Boris, but you know he has a Dutch Cyberpass!"
<// FINE
SEQUENCE_ENDED
PROCEED TO NEXT HOUSE //>
The machine left the room.
"It's safe..."
The man they call 'King' stormed down the stairs.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
"you see, that truck deported immigrants. If you were on it, you would have been turned into fuel."
King gulped.
"and since you are from the past... well, let's just say you need a Cyberpass."
"A what?"
"what you would call a, let me think, passport?"
"Ah."
"Listen. I have friends in government. They know about the Mirrors."
"Really?"
"aye. They'll give you a Cyberpass."
"nice."
"but first, let me show you around..."

Great update. Also:

christos attempted to stand up, but failed in such.
"wait. How many litres of beer did HE drink?"
"apparently too much."

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I'd be willing to be in the story.

"you see, that truck deported immigrants."

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how fitting

Add Lieutenant Aldo Raine, if you could.

I will happily be in

I would like to join in this great adventure.