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The Fall of the Eleventh
Oh, believe me, that was brilliant. Couldn't have enjoyed it more 
Verarde
Pondering Wearing A Hat
That was wonderful. An excellent ending. I for one, am interested in seeing more of the actual game. 
Tycho
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The computer I have the civilization game on is rather idiotic when it comes to internet matters, which accounts for all the fluff that is here right now 
. Don't worry, we are working to resolve the issue, without using thermonuclear options.
. Don't worry, we are working to resolve the issue, without using thermonuclear options.
MoreEpicThanYou
The most Epic.
But thermonuclear weapons are the solution to everything!
Anyway, that last chapter was probably one of the best in the story.
Anyway, that last chapter was probably one of the best in the story.
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Thank you very much METY, and perhaps we will be seeing the characters again.... .
Still, thank you very much for your support, working on the next chapter for two different stories right now so it might have to wait until tomorrow at the most.
.Still, thank you very much for your support, working on the next chapter for two different stories right now so it might have to wait until tomorrow at the most.
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
Great update! 
Also, in Sororu's tale, I loved the "and advanced like a tank against spearmen" line.
Also, in Sororu's tale, I loved the "and advanced like a tank against spearmen" line.
SamSniped
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IT'S A SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE! There's actual game footage coming! 
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Red Dawn, Black Day, and the Night of Flames
Part 2
Sorou had a pistol nestled up against the President's head as he pushed him along down the hallway back into the President Parliamentary Box. An example needed to be made out of some people in the world, an like an avenging angel, Sorou would fill that out to letter. He was bitter enough, hated himself for what he had done and simply wanted this all to reach the crescendo that he so desperately wanted.
"So, you are the one that birthed all of this madness out into the world, correct?" The President laughed, spitting out blood as he did so. "You fool, you have no idea what you have done, do you?"
"I know precisely what I did, Mr. President." Sorou flipped the safety off of the pistol nestled it deeper into the thin flesh of the President's neck.
"Do you truly know what you have done, sir? Do you really think that you know what you have done? God knows how many people you killed out there. The last report I got said that over nine hundred identifiable body parts and cadavers had been found, not to mention all the people that were burned to death in your attack."
"I know precisely how many people I killed with that explosion, Mr. President. I calculated. I brought all of your security forces out there so Parliament would be undefended when I attacked."
"Who put you up to it then? The Empire or the Reich? Which one?"
"Neither."
"You mean you started this all on your own?"
"Indeed I do mean just that."
The President's mouth gaped at Sorou. "This is not the work of one, deranged madman working on trying to bring down the State through petty actions!"
"I had help yes, but everything that started this, the catalyst was prepared by myself only, as well as the bombs and my own weapons. I am a one man army. Makes me wonder why I became a scientist."
"Why are you telling me all of this?"
"Because I will not be leaving this building alive Mr. President. Neither will you for that matter."
Choppers whispered high above the smoking ruins of the downtown districts, flames and smoke towering high into the air. The flames had spread extremely rapidly in these dry, windy November conditions, which only served to fan the flames. Business Hill was burning fiercely, a collection of skyscrapers boiling with black, inky fumes. Firefighters from all districts and wards of the city had mobilized to try and stop the blaze. There efforts were hindered however by busted piping that had the emergency water supplies for fires. Another gift of Sorou to the people.
As rescue and recovery efforts went on all around the shattered area where just hours ago the parade had been going on in full swing, two more bombs went off, one across the river in the Mining District, and another in the Industrial Sector, which contained the highly flammable factories and workshops in the area. Weapons and munitions factories around the bomb site had their merchandise cooking off inside, and the sound of bullets breaking through their casing and ricocheting throughout the factories were evident. Even worse, the Highmount Weapons Corporation's artillery factories had also been severely damaged in the blazes, and their giant mortar and howitzer shells were going off. Barely twenty minutes after the initial bomb strike in the Industrial Sector, the larger shells for the siege artillery and the coastal battery guns started cooking off and detonating as well. The factories, with their assorted assembly lines and warehouses, started to explode in a violent cascade of fury and horror.
Just as Sorou started to escort the President down the hallway, seven more explosives went off, scattered across the city. Two bombs went off near the Historical District, destroying to army mustering positions completely, delaying their mobilization to try and surround the Parliament building and seal it off from external attack. Another bomb detonated in the Southbound Metro Station, derailing seven subway cars in a grand explosion. The media would report that those were civilian casualties, but in actuality, they were Vamberschwa and Chekra soldiers moving to try and take Parliament. Not that they could anyways.
The last four bombs had detonated in key areas around the Parliament building. With those final explosions, the Parliament building was sealed off from the rest of Washington, the mountains of rubble unscaleable without ladders and emergency equipment.
Parliament's lockdown command was also triggered at the same time, sealing in all the members of the government still in Parliament, and sealing out the security guards. Sorou had a golden ticket and he was not going to waste it.
"Wave to the crowd, Mr. President." Sorou whispered softly in the other man's ear as they strode into the box, the cacophony of the Parliament members evident. "After all, you are the Head of State. Unless you would like decapitation to be your death sentence right now."
The President waved meekly to the crowd, the giant screens hosted all around in Parliament showing him, and the scientist Sorou right behind him. Sorou smiled; his first time on television would be his last.
"Would you like to speak to the crowd Mr. President, or shall I?"
"I think I shall this time, Mr....?"
"You can call me by my name Mr. President; Sorou if it pleases you. That or Mr. Crassick."
"Ah."
The President adjusted his suit and stood before the podium in his box, clearing his throat and preparing to speak.
Out side of Parliament, things were going from bad to worse. Smaller bombings concentrated on military mustering targets and supply depots deprived most troops of needed vehicle supplies and vehicles themselves, keeping most of the troops mobilizing on foot. Sorou had planned for that though, and at key points, other bombs would go off when the weight of a person passed over them. This led to messy remains being littered all over the street until Bomb Disposal Units (BDUs) could be called onto the scenes and clear away the wreckage and the explosives themselves. The average life expectancy of a BDU officer disarming the trick bombs and other explosives set by Sorou over the course of three months caused heavy casualties for the Bomb Disposal Units. In some cases, almost sixty percent of the workers removing the explosives were killed by linked bombs and other surprises that they found waiting for them. Sorou's mind was a tricky one, and he had prepared for just about all eventuality.
At 11:38 AM, Washington Standard Time, the events of the day hit an all time low, given the situation that had been the case before. Flames in the Industrial Sector had spread rapidly to secret underground installations where chemical weapons including poison gas had been made, as well as biological missiles. The resulting explosions, some of which were over two miles underground, caused shockwaves to spread out in a haphazard patter in the Industrial Sector, with the shockwaves recorded on seismographs on the opposite end of the nation.
With the facilities damaged, almost one hundred thousand pounds of biological weapons and poison gas contained in giant, cylindrical containers broke out due to ruptures in the casing, billowing up into the Industrial Sector. Workers trying to control the flames and seal up the factories fell to the ground and choked to death right there, unable to move. Some were paralyzed by the gases and fell to the ground only to be swallowed up by the flames.
After ten minutes, the gas began to blow downhill into the Southern Residential Quarter, the Indigo Quarter.
The President's speech had done little to quell the panic spreading amongst both the guests and the members of Parliament, who now were trying to furiously break down the doors of the lockdown initiative. Some already had snapped and gone insane, or homicidal, or suicidal. Bodies of some of the dead members already littered the boxes and the seats, as well as the floor where some had jumped from the highest inside point of the dome.
"Look at what animals we become," Sorou said softly. "This is what happens when people realize they can't win something. They don't want to face death, or losing with dignity, so they insist upon going out in the most undignified way possible." He lit a cigarette and puffed gently, savoring it. Barely thirty minutes left.
The president quaked as explosions sounded off in the distance outside of Parliament. "Why are you doing this Crassick? Why?"
Sorou pulled the cigarette out of his mouth as his faced turned colder than ice. He flicked it off the side of the box, the little thing tumbling down to it's own demise on the floor. "You truly want to know why I did this?"
"Yes."
"I'll tell you why." He smashed his fist down on the armrest of his own chair, the pistol held in the other hand pointed at the ceiling. "I served the State for quite awhile, did what needed to be done, needed to be asked of me. I served faithfully, never questioning the projects that your government gave me, the jobs that were so heinous that if they were revealed to the world, you would instantly lose all credibility as a good man with people who didn't know the truth."
"Is that what this is about? You had your dreams smashed or obliterated, and you let off steam by killing thousands?"
"If you will let me continue Mr. President, I'll tell you." A man tried to scramble into the box, his face wild in fear. One shot, and he slumped over the side, falling to the floor twenty seven stories below. "One day, as I was working on my project near Cassius Array, I found that my brother had been killed by agents because he discovered something that he was not supposed to know. You may remember General Crassick, Joey Crassick."
The President paled at that name. "Of course you do. Now, he had been targeted by a team of agents attacking his place, and he understandably shot himself to avoid capture. He detonated most of the place, but the panic room itself had apparently been a dud. His body was brought to me, and they told me to continue my work."
"He was a traitor to the State. He deserved all that he got, no more, no less-" The President yelped in pain as the bullet passed through his lower leg. Sorou's eyes burned with fury.
"Next time you interrupt me, I'll kill you."
The President nodded meekly, and applied pressure to stop bleeding.
"As I was saying, with my brother dead, I saw what we were doing was evil. I left, did what I had to do to survive and prosper, and now here I am. I also did a nice little thing to give your agent corps quite a jolt. Agent Snowbell... you no doubt no her right?"
The President paled even further, and that was not from blood loss.
"So you do know her. Thing is, Snowbell was Parliament member Alfryn Bates's sister, who was slated to marry Bates's best friend. She found out about the agent squad that killed her brother and her fiance. All it needed was a little push from me, a few contacts in the Black Marchers, and the strategies of other agent detachments. She has a sharp mind, sharp as a knife, and she learns quickly. How else to you think she mowed down three hundred of your finest agents in the woods that one day?" The President was so pale, his skin seemed translucent. "You see Mr. President, it's not you or your government that controls the fates of men and women, and the fate of the world. It is the common man that decides what happens in the world. And I decided that one day that I would do all that was in my power to bring the government and perhaps the nation to it's knees so that a new order may rise up, better than the one we already have right now."
"You'll never get away with this," the President croaked. "Verbenschwa agents will be making their way to the Parliament dome right now. Killing me will turn me into a martyr for the State, turn you into a villain, and have unmercifully tortured to the fullest extent of the Verbenschwa practices, before you are publicly executed before a crowd, nay a mob of people that desire your death, your demise."
Sorou put another cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He smiled a chilling smile at the bleeding President. "I already told you once sir, I do not intend to leave this place alive. And I intend to take down as many of you as possible."
In the Indigo Quarter, any civilians on the outskirts of the area were killed, either paralyzed by the smoke and choked to death, or having their skin boil off of their body and slough off onto the ground. A full tenth of the Quarter had been covered by the gas, with two thousand dead within ten minutes, a small price considering that the Quarter regularly had two million people living in this section.
Gas warning sirens went off once the poison had been detected, and both civilians and military personnel alike rushed to put on the gas masks and suits that would protect them from the poisonous material. Firefighters had a unique dilemma though; the suits were airtight, but were internally hot and caught fire extremely easily, while the firefighter uniforms they wore would offer about as much protection from the fumes as a suit made out of paper. The flames burned most of the gas away, but severe side effects started to show up as time went on.
At 11:48 AM, everything went to hell in a handbasket. At that time, Sorou's second to last explosives package, the Green Spear, detonated in the Northeastern part of the city, triggering a cascade of buildings and debris that traveled down the hill. The area was mostly uninhabited, though the few unlucky military units stationed in the area were killed by the onrushing debris, most of which had caught fire from the earlier explosives.
Choppers from multiple media outlets, including the Central News Network of America, as well as Reich TV and Empire News were catching the utter hell of the situation that had engulfed Washington. Thousands had died already, and large swathes of the city were smoking ruins. Almost eight percent of the city was burning, and another five percent destroyed.
"Two minutes," Sorou said softly as he patted himself on the chest. The explosives strapped to his chest was tough and did not explode instantly like most homemade weaponry tends to do.
"Two minutes until what?" The President looked ready to pass out as blood pooled around him.
"Until the Grand Crescendo." Another cigarette took the place of the old one.
"What?"
"The final act of this day sir, the act in which Parliament gets the final drop of my hammer." Sorou laughed as he looked at the ceiling peacefully. "Parliament will explode, and become a beacon of resistence to others around the world."
The President's eyes had opened wide in terror. "You're mad! You will kill us all!"
"That's the gist of it, yes." Sorou spoke calmly, as if trying to coax a small child to stop screaming it's head off.
The President was speechless. Sorou took the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it over the side of the box, standing up and walking towards the door into the main Parliament dome. "There's a pistol under your seat sir. It's your final out besides mine."
The door opened and shut. As Sorou walked away, he could hear a small gunshot behind him.
Winding his way up to the top of the dome, he drew his whisky bottle out, as well as a shot glass. Papers were scattered everywhere, along with bodies as a cacophony of sound from below levels echoed up to him.
He poured himself a glass. Draining it, he filled it up with grain alcohol.
The top of the Parliament dome was a beautiful place, with an overlook of plenty of the city. On a normal day, the city would have been beautiful. Now it burned, smoke rising like new towers of blackened fury, twisting and spiraling up into the sky.
Sorou felt a pang of sadness, and brushed it aside. He had done what he had had to do. Looking down at his watch, he noticed he had twelve seconds left.
He thought of his family, his brother and his mother and father. He thought of his wife, his wife that he had loved so much until she had betrayed him. He thought of his children, who would look back at him and denounce him as a traitor to the State, not knowing that what he had done had been for the best.
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Zero Hour began. The detonators did their job right; the bombs embedded in the structure of Parliament slowly went off one by one as time seemed to dilate around Sorou. A flock of birds, breaking out of a soot cloud, streaked by the Parliament building as a new shockwave spread across the world.
Sorou smiled and watched them go.
The flames enveloped him.
Parliament exploded in a fury unseen every before on the world outside of a thermonuclear blast. Great chunks of it, including a fair portion of the dome, were hurled upwards almost three miles into the air before descending down with the fury of God himself. More explosions resounded out through the Parliament building, chunks of building collapsing inward, including most of the main Parliament Area. All of the charges within the building had been shaped inwards, so that the blast was contained within the shell of the place.
Elsewhere, the last thirty three bombs of Sorou went off, mostly in the Governmental Section, especially the headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency, Chekra Headquarters, Agent High Command, and Verbenschwa Security Bureau embedded in the Earth almost a mile down.
The flames that had burned through Washington so fiercely continued to do so for seven more days until the firefighters contained them and managed to extinguish them.
Almost one hundred and sixty seven thousand people had died in the Day of Flames. Almost all of the government had perished in the attack.
Part 2
Sorou had a pistol nestled up against the President's head as he pushed him along down the hallway back into the President Parliamentary Box. An example needed to be made out of some people in the world, an like an avenging angel, Sorou would fill that out to letter. He was bitter enough, hated himself for what he had done and simply wanted this all to reach the crescendo that he so desperately wanted.
"So, you are the one that birthed all of this madness out into the world, correct?" The President laughed, spitting out blood as he did so. "You fool, you have no idea what you have done, do you?"
"I know precisely what I did, Mr. President." Sorou flipped the safety off of the pistol nestled it deeper into the thin flesh of the President's neck.
"Do you truly know what you have done, sir? Do you really think that you know what you have done? God knows how many people you killed out there. The last report I got said that over nine hundred identifiable body parts and cadavers had been found, not to mention all the people that were burned to death in your attack."
"I know precisely how many people I killed with that explosion, Mr. President. I calculated. I brought all of your security forces out there so Parliament would be undefended when I attacked."
"Who put you up to it then? The Empire or the Reich? Which one?"
"Neither."
"You mean you started this all on your own?"
"Indeed I do mean just that."
The President's mouth gaped at Sorou. "This is not the work of one, deranged madman working on trying to bring down the State through petty actions!"
"I had help yes, but everything that started this, the catalyst was prepared by myself only, as well as the bombs and my own weapons. I am a one man army. Makes me wonder why I became a scientist."
"Why are you telling me all of this?"
"Because I will not be leaving this building alive Mr. President. Neither will you for that matter."
Choppers whispered high above the smoking ruins of the downtown districts, flames and smoke towering high into the air. The flames had spread extremely rapidly in these dry, windy November conditions, which only served to fan the flames. Business Hill was burning fiercely, a collection of skyscrapers boiling with black, inky fumes. Firefighters from all districts and wards of the city had mobilized to try and stop the blaze. There efforts were hindered however by busted piping that had the emergency water supplies for fires. Another gift of Sorou to the people.
As rescue and recovery efforts went on all around the shattered area where just hours ago the parade had been going on in full swing, two more bombs went off, one across the river in the Mining District, and another in the Industrial Sector, which contained the highly flammable factories and workshops in the area. Weapons and munitions factories around the bomb site had their merchandise cooking off inside, and the sound of bullets breaking through their casing and ricocheting throughout the factories were evident. Even worse, the Highmount Weapons Corporation's artillery factories had also been severely damaged in the blazes, and their giant mortar and howitzer shells were going off. Barely twenty minutes after the initial bomb strike in the Industrial Sector, the larger shells for the siege artillery and the coastal battery guns started cooking off and detonating as well. The factories, with their assorted assembly lines and warehouses, started to explode in a violent cascade of fury and horror.
Just as Sorou started to escort the President down the hallway, seven more explosives went off, scattered across the city. Two bombs went off near the Historical District, destroying to army mustering positions completely, delaying their mobilization to try and surround the Parliament building and seal it off from external attack. Another bomb detonated in the Southbound Metro Station, derailing seven subway cars in a grand explosion. The media would report that those were civilian casualties, but in actuality, they were Vamberschwa and Chekra soldiers moving to try and take Parliament. Not that they could anyways.
The last four bombs had detonated in key areas around the Parliament building. With those final explosions, the Parliament building was sealed off from the rest of Washington, the mountains of rubble unscaleable without ladders and emergency equipment.
Parliament's lockdown command was also triggered at the same time, sealing in all the members of the government still in Parliament, and sealing out the security guards. Sorou had a golden ticket and he was not going to waste it.
"Wave to the crowd, Mr. President." Sorou whispered softly in the other man's ear as they strode into the box, the cacophony of the Parliament members evident. "After all, you are the Head of State. Unless you would like decapitation to be your death sentence right now."
The President waved meekly to the crowd, the giant screens hosted all around in Parliament showing him, and the scientist Sorou right behind him. Sorou smiled; his first time on television would be his last.
"Would you like to speak to the crowd Mr. President, or shall I?"
"I think I shall this time, Mr....?"
"You can call me by my name Mr. President; Sorou if it pleases you. That or Mr. Crassick."
"Ah."
The President adjusted his suit and stood before the podium in his box, clearing his throat and preparing to speak.
Out side of Parliament, things were going from bad to worse. Smaller bombings concentrated on military mustering targets and supply depots deprived most troops of needed vehicle supplies and vehicles themselves, keeping most of the troops mobilizing on foot. Sorou had planned for that though, and at key points, other bombs would go off when the weight of a person passed over them. This led to messy remains being littered all over the street until Bomb Disposal Units (BDUs) could be called onto the scenes and clear away the wreckage and the explosives themselves. The average life expectancy of a BDU officer disarming the trick bombs and other explosives set by Sorou over the course of three months caused heavy casualties for the Bomb Disposal Units. In some cases, almost sixty percent of the workers removing the explosives were killed by linked bombs and other surprises that they found waiting for them. Sorou's mind was a tricky one, and he had prepared for just about all eventuality.
At 11:38 AM, Washington Standard Time, the events of the day hit an all time low, given the situation that had been the case before. Flames in the Industrial Sector had spread rapidly to secret underground installations where chemical weapons including poison gas had been made, as well as biological missiles. The resulting explosions, some of which were over two miles underground, caused shockwaves to spread out in a haphazard patter in the Industrial Sector, with the shockwaves recorded on seismographs on the opposite end of the nation.
With the facilities damaged, almost one hundred thousand pounds of biological weapons and poison gas contained in giant, cylindrical containers broke out due to ruptures in the casing, billowing up into the Industrial Sector. Workers trying to control the flames and seal up the factories fell to the ground and choked to death right there, unable to move. Some were paralyzed by the gases and fell to the ground only to be swallowed up by the flames.
After ten minutes, the gas began to blow downhill into the Southern Residential Quarter, the Indigo Quarter.
The President's speech had done little to quell the panic spreading amongst both the guests and the members of Parliament, who now were trying to furiously break down the doors of the lockdown initiative. Some already had snapped and gone insane, or homicidal, or suicidal. Bodies of some of the dead members already littered the boxes and the seats, as well as the floor where some had jumped from the highest inside point of the dome.
"Look at what animals we become," Sorou said softly. "This is what happens when people realize they can't win something. They don't want to face death, or losing with dignity, so they insist upon going out in the most undignified way possible." He lit a cigarette and puffed gently, savoring it. Barely thirty minutes left.
The president quaked as explosions sounded off in the distance outside of Parliament. "Why are you doing this Crassick? Why?"
Sorou pulled the cigarette out of his mouth as his faced turned colder than ice. He flicked it off the side of the box, the little thing tumbling down to it's own demise on the floor. "You truly want to know why I did this?"
"Yes."
"I'll tell you why." He smashed his fist down on the armrest of his own chair, the pistol held in the other hand pointed at the ceiling. "I served the State for quite awhile, did what needed to be done, needed to be asked of me. I served faithfully, never questioning the projects that your government gave me, the jobs that were so heinous that if they were revealed to the world, you would instantly lose all credibility as a good man with people who didn't know the truth."
"Is that what this is about? You had your dreams smashed or obliterated, and you let off steam by killing thousands?"
"If you will let me continue Mr. President, I'll tell you." A man tried to scramble into the box, his face wild in fear. One shot, and he slumped over the side, falling to the floor twenty seven stories below. "One day, as I was working on my project near Cassius Array, I found that my brother had been killed by agents because he discovered something that he was not supposed to know. You may remember General Crassick, Joey Crassick."
The President paled at that name. "Of course you do. Now, he had been targeted by a team of agents attacking his place, and he understandably shot himself to avoid capture. He detonated most of the place, but the panic room itself had apparently been a dud. His body was brought to me, and they told me to continue my work."
"He was a traitor to the State. He deserved all that he got, no more, no less-" The President yelped in pain as the bullet passed through his lower leg. Sorou's eyes burned with fury.
"Next time you interrupt me, I'll kill you."
The President nodded meekly, and applied pressure to stop bleeding.
"As I was saying, with my brother dead, I saw what we were doing was evil. I left, did what I had to do to survive and prosper, and now here I am. I also did a nice little thing to give your agent corps quite a jolt. Agent Snowbell... you no doubt no her right?"
The President paled even further, and that was not from blood loss.
"So you do know her. Thing is, Snowbell was Parliament member Alfryn Bates's sister, who was slated to marry Bates's best friend. She found out about the agent squad that killed her brother and her fiance. All it needed was a little push from me, a few contacts in the Black Marchers, and the strategies of other agent detachments. She has a sharp mind, sharp as a knife, and she learns quickly. How else to you think she mowed down three hundred of your finest agents in the woods that one day?" The President was so pale, his skin seemed translucent. "You see Mr. President, it's not you or your government that controls the fates of men and women, and the fate of the world. It is the common man that decides what happens in the world. And I decided that one day that I would do all that was in my power to bring the government and perhaps the nation to it's knees so that a new order may rise up, better than the one we already have right now."
"You'll never get away with this," the President croaked. "Verbenschwa agents will be making their way to the Parliament dome right now. Killing me will turn me into a martyr for the State, turn you into a villain, and have unmercifully tortured to the fullest extent of the Verbenschwa practices, before you are publicly executed before a crowd, nay a mob of people that desire your death, your demise."
Sorou put another cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He smiled a chilling smile at the bleeding President. "I already told you once sir, I do not intend to leave this place alive. And I intend to take down as many of you as possible."
In the Indigo Quarter, any civilians on the outskirts of the area were killed, either paralyzed by the smoke and choked to death, or having their skin boil off of their body and slough off onto the ground. A full tenth of the Quarter had been covered by the gas, with two thousand dead within ten minutes, a small price considering that the Quarter regularly had two million people living in this section.
Gas warning sirens went off once the poison had been detected, and both civilians and military personnel alike rushed to put on the gas masks and suits that would protect them from the poisonous material. Firefighters had a unique dilemma though; the suits were airtight, but were internally hot and caught fire extremely easily, while the firefighter uniforms they wore would offer about as much protection from the fumes as a suit made out of paper. The flames burned most of the gas away, but severe side effects started to show up as time went on.
At 11:48 AM, everything went to hell in a handbasket. At that time, Sorou's second to last explosives package, the Green Spear, detonated in the Northeastern part of the city, triggering a cascade of buildings and debris that traveled down the hill. The area was mostly uninhabited, though the few unlucky military units stationed in the area were killed by the onrushing debris, most of which had caught fire from the earlier explosives.
Choppers from multiple media outlets, including the Central News Network of America, as well as Reich TV and Empire News were catching the utter hell of the situation that had engulfed Washington. Thousands had died already, and large swathes of the city were smoking ruins. Almost eight percent of the city was burning, and another five percent destroyed.
"Two minutes," Sorou said softly as he patted himself on the chest. The explosives strapped to his chest was tough and did not explode instantly like most homemade weaponry tends to do.
"Two minutes until what?" The President looked ready to pass out as blood pooled around him.
"Until the Grand Crescendo." Another cigarette took the place of the old one.
"What?"
"The final act of this day sir, the act in which Parliament gets the final drop of my hammer." Sorou laughed as he looked at the ceiling peacefully. "Parliament will explode, and become a beacon of resistence to others around the world."
The President's eyes had opened wide in terror. "You're mad! You will kill us all!"
"That's the gist of it, yes." Sorou spoke calmly, as if trying to coax a small child to stop screaming it's head off.
The President was speechless. Sorou took the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it over the side of the box, standing up and walking towards the door into the main Parliament dome. "There's a pistol under your seat sir. It's your final out besides mine."
The door opened and shut. As Sorou walked away, he could hear a small gunshot behind him.
Winding his way up to the top of the dome, he drew his whisky bottle out, as well as a shot glass. Papers were scattered everywhere, along with bodies as a cacophony of sound from below levels echoed up to him.
He poured himself a glass. Draining it, he filled it up with grain alcohol.
The top of the Parliament dome was a beautiful place, with an overlook of plenty of the city. On a normal day, the city would have been beautiful. Now it burned, smoke rising like new towers of blackened fury, twisting and spiraling up into the sky.
Sorou felt a pang of sadness, and brushed it aside. He had done what he had had to do. Looking down at his watch, he noticed he had twelve seconds left.
He thought of his family, his brother and his mother and father. He thought of his wife, his wife that he had loved so much until she had betrayed him. He thought of his children, who would look back at him and denounce him as a traitor to the State, not knowing that what he had done had been for the best.
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Zero Hour began. The detonators did their job right; the bombs embedded in the structure of Parliament slowly went off one by one as time seemed to dilate around Sorou. A flock of birds, breaking out of a soot cloud, streaked by the Parliament building as a new shockwave spread across the world.
Sorou smiled and watched them go.
The flames enveloped him.
Parliament exploded in a fury unseen every before on the world outside of a thermonuclear blast. Great chunks of it, including a fair portion of the dome, were hurled upwards almost three miles into the air before descending down with the fury of God himself. More explosions resounded out through the Parliament building, chunks of building collapsing inward, including most of the main Parliament Area. All of the charges within the building had been shaped inwards, so that the blast was contained within the shell of the place.
Elsewhere, the last thirty three bombs of Sorou went off, mostly in the Governmental Section, especially the headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency, Chekra Headquarters, Agent High Command, and Verbenschwa Security Bureau embedded in the Earth almost a mile down.
The flames that had burned through Washington so fiercely continued to do so for seven more days until the firefighters contained them and managed to extinguish them.
Almost one hundred and sixty seven thousand people had died in the Day of Flames. Almost all of the government had perished in the attack.
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wow. that was amazing.
Now, what will happen with Epsilon? last I saw he was alive...
Now, what will happen with Epsilon? last I saw he was alive...
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, I almost forgot all about that! New pot of coffee and update on the way.
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Cambridge squeezed the trigger, his hate and fury at Snowbell targeted towards her in a single instant. Time dilated and each second stretched on for a minute; the puff of smoke as the bullet was hurled towards Snowbell; Theta's face as he was kicked in the abdomen and sent skidding across the train car towards the edge and fell off, landing in a fluffy snowbank with Nova close behind him, reeling from a kick to the lower kneecap and the throat. Delta slashed with an overhand manner, the sword blocked by Snowbell's as Yulai tore himself up trying to slash at the woman that stood before him now.
The bullet went wide, grazing Snowbell's shoulder as she ducked. Crouching on the top of the train car, she deflected blow after blow targeted at her from both Yulai and Delta, smiling as she did so. Crimson tears that leaked from her grazed shoulder fell to the top of the traincar, the little droplets speckled in the white frost and the grey snow as it slapped at their faces.
Cambridge felt only rage with that. Drawing his collapsible black sword, he flicked it open in one motion. A screeching noise that tore at the air sounded as Cambridge moved forward carefully across the top of the train car, his eyes burning like embers.
"I will end you so fast Snowbell that you will have whiplash from leaving this world for the pits of hell."
Epsilon struggled hard to reach up and pull himself up over the side of the train car and allow himself to clamber back up. His fingers scratched at his boots and at the thin little railing along the lip of the traincar. Straining and struggling, he desperately reached forward in an attempt to drag himself up.
Hooking his fingers along the railing, he pulled with all of his force. Struggling even more, he could feel the muscles in his forearms, in his biceps, and along his shoulders burning like they were aflame as Epsilon pulled himself up and over. Once in a good position, he unhooked one hand to grab a latch on top of the train car to steady himself, and used his other hand to undo the leather straps that were ensnared upon the railing, which had both saved him and hindered his progress at the same time. With the blood rushing out of his head, Epsilon felt extremely nauseous and dizzy, and he could taste bile and the contents of his breakfast of pancakes that he had partaken of earlier that day swimming in the back of his throat. Swallowing it and allowing the pounding to pass, he finished undoing the straps and pulled himself fully on top of the traincar.
"Hey Epsilon!" The shout came from Oxford as he bashed against the side of the train car like a loose hood ornament. "A little help here buddy?"
Epsilon complied and undid the lacings of Oxford's boots and the straps that had saved his life, catching him by an ankle as the other man screamed. "Shut up you big baby, I still have ahold of you."
Epsilon pulled him up over the next thirty seconds onto the top of the train car. First order of business: they had to make their way back to Snowbell and the other agents.
Speaking of which, Epsilon and Oxford could see Theta and Nova tumble past into a snowbank from further on down the train. Both Epsilon and Oxford looked at each other and shrugged, and started to make their way back down the train where they could distantly here the sound of swords clashing together muffled by the falling snow and the screeching sounds of the train's wheels as they made their way along the track.
A cracking sound could be heard behind them, and both Epsilon and Oxford looked over the shoulders. In horror, they could only watch as several train cars detached from the train and derailed, rolling right off of the tracks and off of the cliffs, to their demise at the bottom of the ravine, where what Epsilon liked to refer to as the Pointy Rocks of Doom, Despair, and Eternal Torture lay.
"The train seems to breaking apart," Oxford remarked mildly. "Do you think that we should try to warn the others?"
As if on cue, three Sukovii gunships appeared over a ridge barely five miles away and gaining fast. "Oxford," Epsilon said carefully was he watched the shapes draw nearer. "Could you perhaps fetch us some rocket propelled grenades from below?"
"With gusto."
Left and right, left and right, Cambridge slashed in an unrelenting onslaught, eager to slice Snowbell into bits. Slowly, step by step, the agents pushed Snowbell further and further down the line of train tracks, towards the very front of the train itself, the locomotive part. The wheels clacked and groaned, pebbles and snow being dislodged to hurtle down into the ravine far below as the silvery swords of the agents slashed and sliced, blocking and deflecting in a flurry of unrelenting action.
"Die you evil wench," Cambridge snarled as he pivoted forward and put all of his weight into a pointed slash aimed directly at Snowbell's heart. Snowbell fell to the train car's roof, the blade going above her head as she crouched with her shins propping up the rest of her body as it stayed flat as board well below the sword thrust. Knocking it aside with her own blade, Snowbell lanced up and relaunched her own furious assault against Cambridge, the sword knicking him around the cheek and the neck. All Cambridge could see right now though was a red haze as the world was enveloped in his absolute hatred for the one woman who made him look like a fool in his life.
Delta himself was livid with rage that Cambridge was leading the charge, and now stood shoulder to shoulder with him as they both hacked and slashed at Snowbell, Yulai hanging back in the distance, seemingly unsure of what to do. Delta and Cambridge stood side by side, parrying Snowbell's attacks against them, until they both delivered an overhead, side by side arcing slash downwards towards the ex agent.
With a sickening crack, the sword the Snowbell wielded snapped in half about seven inches above the crosshilt. She tossed it away and grimanced as she drew a new weapon; a scythe blade, long and sharp with a wide reach.
"Now it ends Snowbell," Delta snarled.
"You shall pay for what you did." Cambridge said coldly.
"You are wrong agents," she said. "Now it begins."
The rocket soared upwards and targeted the attack chopper that was making a run on the train, Epsilon smiling as it veered to avoid the rocket. Unfortunately, it veered to the left to avoid the rocket, and the only thing right there was the jagged cliff face that rushed up to meet the Black Marchers helicopter. In a pinpoint of light, it exploded, raining chunks of debris and body down upon the train, including but not limited too; a piece of the helicoptor's rotor blade, the gas tank, and three arms.
A burst of small arms fire from one of the swaying choppers pinged along the roof of the train as it hurtled along it's path. "Oxford!"
"Right here," the larger man said. A speargun in one hand, he aimed dead at one of the choppers and fired.
Away the spear soared to pierce the canopy of the chopper. "Following up with that one Oxford?"
The other agent was already in motion, drawing a high powered assault rifle out and taking dead aim. "Semi automatic goodness," Oxford whispered as he snapped off shot after shot at the wounded chopper, the bullets ripping into it with a fury. An entire clip of fifty rounds were expelled, with the chopper going down long before the forty first shot had been fired.
A cracking noise sounded further down along the train, a noise that heralded more cars were breaking off of the main part of the train. Oxford and Epsilon wasted no time in moving back, just in case their section of the train was next.
Behind the chopper fired hundreds of rounds from it's dual chainguns, the bullets thunking deep into the metal flesh of the armored train cars.
Snowbell really did know how to handle a scythe apparently. Within the first minute of her wielding the scythe, she sent Delta hurtling over the side into a rather nice coincidentally placed snowbank, struck and pinned Yulai to the train car with knives, and now had Cambridge pinned by way of scythe blade over his neck.
"Who's going to pay for whose crimes now?"
Cambridge spit in her face, only to have a heavy fist smash into his own.
"You don't realize just what you are doing here, do you?"
"Hunting a crazy wench that kicked me in the manhood, stabbed me in the eye, and essentially humiliated me and sullied my pristine record for success and victory against enemy threats."
"Very witty. But you really don't know what you are doing by delaying me now, do you?"
"Delaying you how? You could have taken a plane to wherever you are going up in the North, and that would have solved your problems right there, would it not have?"
"Planes were not an option for a rouge agent. But don't you know about Cassius Array?"
"Quit asking me questions wench," Cambridge said irritably.
"I will remind you that I can decapitate you anytime I feel like it."
"Fine. No, I don't know about Cassius Array."
Snowbell turned to look at Yulai pinned to the train car by her knives. "You told no one did you? How very unlike... the Yulai I once knew. Always sharing secrets and backstabbing others to step over their fallen achievements, their fallen stars to take their place."
"When I get free of this Snowbell, you are going to pay." Yulai struggled to break free, but with both of his arms pinned, he could not unfree himself.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Even now, Yulai is a rebellious and hot air filled balloon." Snowbell turned back to Cambridge and smiled an evil smile at him. "Let me fill you in you stupid idiot, what you all are doing is just delaying what I am trying to do. I'm trying to fix the world here, and what you are doing will just initiate the Collapse. Once you do that, there is absolutely no going back."
"The Collapse will never happen Snowbell, we made sure of that!" Yulai howled at her barely over the wind, his voice muffled.
"So you say Yulai, but when the Velocitron is shattered, let's see how well your Project works after that."
"You wouldn't dare..."
"I would dare."
"Eat missile, Marcher." Epsilon fired off the missile, only for the chopper to dodge it, just barely as the missile spiraled past it and went slamming into the cliff face. Epsilon swore in fury. "Not another one."
He yelled down to Oxford down below. "Find anything yet?"
"Two grappling hooks and three spearguns. What do you think?"
"Get the grappling hooks, they will be very useful for this."
"You keep harping on about the Collapse, Snowbell, but you really have not explained what it is have you?"
Snowbell smiled wickedly and laughed. "I don't need to explain it; when it happens, everyone will know it has started."
"What has started?"
"The final war."
"Toss it!"
Both Epsilon and Oxford brought the grappling hooks up and whirled them above their heads in a circular manner. The chopper's chainguns were just starting to spin up when they tossed the grappling hooks.
The hooks snared the chopper easily, catching it in several places, with the hooks lines crossed and wrapped together. Epsilon went to his side, and Oxford to his, the grappling hooks's handles gripped in their hands. On the count of three, they tossed the grappling hooks into crevices.
The hooks attached to the chopper were still attached as it tried to pursue the train, except for one small matter. The handles of the grappling hook lines clung fiercely to their crevices, dragging the helicopter back... and down.
It descended between two train cars down from Epsilon and Oxford, it's blades chopping the hooks that kept the train cars together apart. There was a second of nothing, and then an explosion tore the train cars that had separated off of the track and down into the ravine.
But with that, the train started breaking apart from the entire stress of being shot at with choppers that happened to contain armor piercing rounds and the fact that the links that had held the train cars together this far were cheap and rusted, and were now breaking at an extremely fast rate.
"Go, go, go!" Epsilon screamed at Oxford as they hopped from train car to train car, as the train cars behind them separated and derailed.
"Well gents, I'm afraid that I must bid thee adieu." Snowbell smiled and walked down the railcars, towards the main locomotive itself, Cambridge and Yulai struggling to get up from their respective positions from where they had been pinned at.
A shrieking noise from up ahead, and the locomotive separated from the train, taking a left turn. The rest of the train continued to go straight forward, and as they passed the locomotive, Cambridge could have sworn he saw Snowbell wave.
Epsilon and Oxford found Yulai and Cambridge pinned to the front cars, Cambridge howling multiple unpleasentries about Snowbell in general. Epsilon hauled him up in a fireman's carry.
Looking forward, he saw the reason why the locomotive had detached from the rest of the train. A wide gap, almost a mile wide really, was where the train track ended, just before it. And it seemed to be a long way down. An extremely long way down.
"Ah hell," Epsilon said as he contemplated what to do next.
The bullet went wide, grazing Snowbell's shoulder as she ducked. Crouching on the top of the train car, she deflected blow after blow targeted at her from both Yulai and Delta, smiling as she did so. Crimson tears that leaked from her grazed shoulder fell to the top of the traincar, the little droplets speckled in the white frost and the grey snow as it slapped at their faces.
Cambridge felt only rage with that. Drawing his collapsible black sword, he flicked it open in one motion. A screeching noise that tore at the air sounded as Cambridge moved forward carefully across the top of the train car, his eyes burning like embers.
"I will end you so fast Snowbell that you will have whiplash from leaving this world for the pits of hell."
Epsilon struggled hard to reach up and pull himself up over the side of the train car and allow himself to clamber back up. His fingers scratched at his boots and at the thin little railing along the lip of the traincar. Straining and struggling, he desperately reached forward in an attempt to drag himself up.
Hooking his fingers along the railing, he pulled with all of his force. Struggling even more, he could feel the muscles in his forearms, in his biceps, and along his shoulders burning like they were aflame as Epsilon pulled himself up and over. Once in a good position, he unhooked one hand to grab a latch on top of the train car to steady himself, and used his other hand to undo the leather straps that were ensnared upon the railing, which had both saved him and hindered his progress at the same time. With the blood rushing out of his head, Epsilon felt extremely nauseous and dizzy, and he could taste bile and the contents of his breakfast of pancakes that he had partaken of earlier that day swimming in the back of his throat. Swallowing it and allowing the pounding to pass, he finished undoing the straps and pulled himself fully on top of the traincar.
"Hey Epsilon!" The shout came from Oxford as he bashed against the side of the train car like a loose hood ornament. "A little help here buddy?"
Epsilon complied and undid the lacings of Oxford's boots and the straps that had saved his life, catching him by an ankle as the other man screamed. "Shut up you big baby, I still have ahold of you."
Epsilon pulled him up over the next thirty seconds onto the top of the train car. First order of business: they had to make their way back to Snowbell and the other agents.
Speaking of which, Epsilon and Oxford could see Theta and Nova tumble past into a snowbank from further on down the train. Both Epsilon and Oxford looked at each other and shrugged, and started to make their way back down the train where they could distantly here the sound of swords clashing together muffled by the falling snow and the screeching sounds of the train's wheels as they made their way along the track.
A cracking sound could be heard behind them, and both Epsilon and Oxford looked over the shoulders. In horror, they could only watch as several train cars detached from the train and derailed, rolling right off of the tracks and off of the cliffs, to their demise at the bottom of the ravine, where what Epsilon liked to refer to as the Pointy Rocks of Doom, Despair, and Eternal Torture lay.
"The train seems to breaking apart," Oxford remarked mildly. "Do you think that we should try to warn the others?"
As if on cue, three Sukovii gunships appeared over a ridge barely five miles away and gaining fast. "Oxford," Epsilon said carefully was he watched the shapes draw nearer. "Could you perhaps fetch us some rocket propelled grenades from below?"
"With gusto."
Left and right, left and right, Cambridge slashed in an unrelenting onslaught, eager to slice Snowbell into bits. Slowly, step by step, the agents pushed Snowbell further and further down the line of train tracks, towards the very front of the train itself, the locomotive part. The wheels clacked and groaned, pebbles and snow being dislodged to hurtle down into the ravine far below as the silvery swords of the agents slashed and sliced, blocking and deflecting in a flurry of unrelenting action.
"Die you evil wench," Cambridge snarled as he pivoted forward and put all of his weight into a pointed slash aimed directly at Snowbell's heart. Snowbell fell to the train car's roof, the blade going above her head as she crouched with her shins propping up the rest of her body as it stayed flat as board well below the sword thrust. Knocking it aside with her own blade, Snowbell lanced up and relaunched her own furious assault against Cambridge, the sword knicking him around the cheek and the neck. All Cambridge could see right now though was a red haze as the world was enveloped in his absolute hatred for the one woman who made him look like a fool in his life.
Delta himself was livid with rage that Cambridge was leading the charge, and now stood shoulder to shoulder with him as they both hacked and slashed at Snowbell, Yulai hanging back in the distance, seemingly unsure of what to do. Delta and Cambridge stood side by side, parrying Snowbell's attacks against them, until they both delivered an overhead, side by side arcing slash downwards towards the ex agent.
With a sickening crack, the sword the Snowbell wielded snapped in half about seven inches above the crosshilt. She tossed it away and grimanced as she drew a new weapon; a scythe blade, long and sharp with a wide reach.
"Now it ends Snowbell," Delta snarled.
"You shall pay for what you did." Cambridge said coldly.
"You are wrong agents," she said. "Now it begins."
The rocket soared upwards and targeted the attack chopper that was making a run on the train, Epsilon smiling as it veered to avoid the rocket. Unfortunately, it veered to the left to avoid the rocket, and the only thing right there was the jagged cliff face that rushed up to meet the Black Marchers helicopter. In a pinpoint of light, it exploded, raining chunks of debris and body down upon the train, including but not limited too; a piece of the helicoptor's rotor blade, the gas tank, and three arms.
A burst of small arms fire from one of the swaying choppers pinged along the roof of the train as it hurtled along it's path. "Oxford!"
"Right here," the larger man said. A speargun in one hand, he aimed dead at one of the choppers and fired.
Away the spear soared to pierce the canopy of the chopper. "Following up with that one Oxford?"
The other agent was already in motion, drawing a high powered assault rifle out and taking dead aim. "Semi automatic goodness," Oxford whispered as he snapped off shot after shot at the wounded chopper, the bullets ripping into it with a fury. An entire clip of fifty rounds were expelled, with the chopper going down long before the forty first shot had been fired.
A cracking noise sounded further down along the train, a noise that heralded more cars were breaking off of the main part of the train. Oxford and Epsilon wasted no time in moving back, just in case their section of the train was next.
Behind the chopper fired hundreds of rounds from it's dual chainguns, the bullets thunking deep into the metal flesh of the armored train cars.
Snowbell really did know how to handle a scythe apparently. Within the first minute of her wielding the scythe, she sent Delta hurtling over the side into a rather nice coincidentally placed snowbank, struck and pinned Yulai to the train car with knives, and now had Cambridge pinned by way of scythe blade over his neck.
"Who's going to pay for whose crimes now?"
Cambridge spit in her face, only to have a heavy fist smash into his own.
"You don't realize just what you are doing here, do you?"
"Hunting a crazy wench that kicked me in the manhood, stabbed me in the eye, and essentially humiliated me and sullied my pristine record for success and victory against enemy threats."
"Very witty. But you really don't know what you are doing by delaying me now, do you?"
"Delaying you how? You could have taken a plane to wherever you are going up in the North, and that would have solved your problems right there, would it not have?"
"Planes were not an option for a rouge agent. But don't you know about Cassius Array?"
"Quit asking me questions wench," Cambridge said irritably.
"I will remind you that I can decapitate you anytime I feel like it."
"Fine. No, I don't know about Cassius Array."
Snowbell turned to look at Yulai pinned to the train car by her knives. "You told no one did you? How very unlike... the Yulai I once knew. Always sharing secrets and backstabbing others to step over their fallen achievements, their fallen stars to take their place."
"When I get free of this Snowbell, you are going to pay." Yulai struggled to break free, but with both of his arms pinned, he could not unfree himself.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Even now, Yulai is a rebellious and hot air filled balloon." Snowbell turned back to Cambridge and smiled an evil smile at him. "Let me fill you in you stupid idiot, what you all are doing is just delaying what I am trying to do. I'm trying to fix the world here, and what you are doing will just initiate the Collapse. Once you do that, there is absolutely no going back."
"The Collapse will never happen Snowbell, we made sure of that!" Yulai howled at her barely over the wind, his voice muffled.
"So you say Yulai, but when the Velocitron is shattered, let's see how well your Project works after that."
"You wouldn't dare..."
"I would dare."
"Eat missile, Marcher." Epsilon fired off the missile, only for the chopper to dodge it, just barely as the missile spiraled past it and went slamming into the cliff face. Epsilon swore in fury. "Not another one."
He yelled down to Oxford down below. "Find anything yet?"
"Two grappling hooks and three spearguns. What do you think?"
"Get the grappling hooks, they will be very useful for this."
"You keep harping on about the Collapse, Snowbell, but you really have not explained what it is have you?"
Snowbell smiled wickedly and laughed. "I don't need to explain it; when it happens, everyone will know it has started."
"What has started?"
"The final war."
"Toss it!"
Both Epsilon and Oxford brought the grappling hooks up and whirled them above their heads in a circular manner. The chopper's chainguns were just starting to spin up when they tossed the grappling hooks.
The hooks snared the chopper easily, catching it in several places, with the hooks lines crossed and wrapped together. Epsilon went to his side, and Oxford to his, the grappling hooks's handles gripped in their hands. On the count of three, they tossed the grappling hooks into crevices.
The hooks attached to the chopper were still attached as it tried to pursue the train, except for one small matter. The handles of the grappling hook lines clung fiercely to their crevices, dragging the helicopter back... and down.
It descended between two train cars down from Epsilon and Oxford, it's blades chopping the hooks that kept the train cars together apart. There was a second of nothing, and then an explosion tore the train cars that had separated off of the track and down into the ravine.
But with that, the train started breaking apart from the entire stress of being shot at with choppers that happened to contain armor piercing rounds and the fact that the links that had held the train cars together this far were cheap and rusted, and were now breaking at an extremely fast rate.
"Go, go, go!" Epsilon screamed at Oxford as they hopped from train car to train car, as the train cars behind them separated and derailed.
"Well gents, I'm afraid that I must bid thee adieu." Snowbell smiled and walked down the railcars, towards the main locomotive itself, Cambridge and Yulai struggling to get up from their respective positions from where they had been pinned at.
A shrieking noise from up ahead, and the locomotive separated from the train, taking a left turn. The rest of the train continued to go straight forward, and as they passed the locomotive, Cambridge could have sworn he saw Snowbell wave.
Epsilon and Oxford found Yulai and Cambridge pinned to the front cars, Cambridge howling multiple unpleasentries about Snowbell in general. Epsilon hauled him up in a fireman's carry.
Looking forward, he saw the reason why the locomotive had detached from the rest of the train. A wide gap, almost a mile wide really, was where the train track ended, just before it. And it seemed to be a long way down. An extremely long way down.
"Ah hell," Epsilon said as he contemplated what to do next.
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Is there still a civ game that goes with this?
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, yes and two hundred pictures being uploaded right now prove it. Well into the classical age by this point, was planning on continuing the actual civ game in the third update today, but I got a little... sidetracked.
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Why did you not post the pictures as you wrote the story? Is it not easier this way in the long run?
Anyway, i just started printing this on paper I do not like to read very long things on my computer screen, i prefer a good ol'paper back and the cozy feeling of my bed For this once ill be substituting "good'ol paperback" by "clumsy pile of one-sided letter format printouts" 
Im out for bed now, with Zach the founder part V.
Cya tomorrow folks!
Anyway, i just started printing this on paper
I do not like to read very long things on my computer screen, i prefer a good ol'paper back and the cozy feeling of my bed For this once ill be substituting "good'ol paperback" by "clumsy pile of one-sided letter format printouts" Im out for bed now, with Zach the founder part V.
Cya tomorrow folks!
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Why did you not post the pictures as you wrote the story? Is it not easier this way in the long run?
Anyway, i just started printing this on paper
Im out for bed now, with Zach the founder part V.
Cya tomorrow folks!
Hope you are enjoying MaxWar, and if I posted the pictures while writing the story... it would get kind of confusing, since Epsilon and Cambridge are in the future. Circa 2001.
