Civ'ed
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5minIOT3: Distortion sickness
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IMO I would really like stats back because they were useful.
I might write a story later because why not?
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This is probably the most depressing story I've ever written, I watched a very emotional tv show and that's why I guess. You have been warned.
Also Civ'ed I'm not trying to powergame here, if things are a little too much then let's blame it on the poor man's despairing imagination rather than reality.
The town was almost empty, only two dozen men remained. Some of them had hunting rifles, most of them didnt and were equipped with whatever melee weapons. Rifles werent that effective against the crazies anyway.
We may die today, said Richard, the Mayor, But just like those boys at the Alamo, we will be remembered as heroes of the Union! They may have destroyed Canada, but today we will show those crazies that America is made of stronger stuff! Richard sighed, his words had obviously fallen flat on the crowd. He could tell that nobody was impressed by his speech, even through the gasmasks he could sense the stares. This last stand was a futile attempt to stop the crazies getting to their family, it was a suicide mission but it was their only hope. Nobody talks about what happens when the crazies catch up to a refugee convoy.
The United States of America was dead, everyone knew that but most were in denial. The Flip, as that fateful day was known by the world at large, caused widespread destruction across North America. This had caused the Federal Government to collapse, the country was divided into thousands of independent towns and cities. Although the city of Washington still stood, the country still hadnt pieced itself back together.
This wasnt the case everywhere, the country was filled with hope at the thought that their cousins in Quebec and South America had reformed functioning states that covered large tracts of land and was picking up the pieces of this shattered continent. It gave the now divided states hope, but this hope soon turned into fear when they heard what else had formed out of the void.
Refugees poured out of Alaska and the regions unfortunate enough to neighbour the crazies. Following them was an unstoppable horde of crazies, butchering every living thing in their wake with their machetes. At first it was just the men and their god forsaken gas, but the new technological renaissance in the northern hemisphere had the unfortunate effect of adding great hulking boxes of death to the horde. These boxes, known as landships in the friendlier parts of the world, were covered in the blood and flesh of those unfortunate, or stupid, enough to stand in the way of them, madman and civilian alike. A large gun on the top allowed them to fire that bloody gas even more efficiently than before. The latest rumours from the convoys said that the crazies had created lead airships filled with crazies that were supported by giant balloons made of human skin. They say that these balloons would have holes shot into them by the crazies, causing the monstrosity to drop from the sky. Their gas would come out of the machine and the crazies would take victims and skin them alive to repair their machine. Richard could see these horrible machines coming closer to his beloved town, he prayed to God for a quick death.
I-i-i-its dropping! stammered one of the soldiers. He was young. Too young.
FIRE AT WILL! shouted Richard. Those with rifles, Richard included, fired upon the monstrosity, but it was futile. The squad scattered and compartment landed on the ground right where they were just standing. Then the gas spurted out.
The gas lowered visibility significantly, Richard was less than a mile from the crashed airship, but he could barely make it out. Richard looked to his side, he saw the stammering boy start to seizure. Although the hellish gas helped the crazies ensure that close combat was the only possible way to fight them, that was not its main intention. If a person was exposed to the gas without any protection they would go insane, as mad as those that attacked. At best theyd bite their own arm off and off themselves, usually theyd attack anything that moved. The crack on the boys gasmask glass told Richard all he needed to know. Richard stabbed the boy with his bayonet, any kind of death was preferable to what was about to happen to that poor lad. Richard heard screaming from the direction of the downed airship, he turned around to see the crazies start climbing out of the contraption. Richard screamed and charged at the bastards.
After the gas had blown away, Richard looked around at the carnage. There couldnt have been more than ten of those crazies in that small airship, but everyone was dead, Richard was the only person standing. Richard dropped his rifle and started shaking, he had killed so many people, they were crazies but they were still people. He clenched his fists to stop shaking, he had to get his head together there could be more coming. He looked up to the sky and saw dozens more airships flying in the air. And one of them was falling. He ran.
Richard ran all the way up the hill. He looked down to his beloved town, behind it he could see the horde in all its terror. Hundreds upon hundreds of airships and even more landships. He could make out a few of the crazies as well. All of them headed towards an unknowing and undefended continent. Richard wept.
Also Civ'ed I'm not trying to powergame here, if things are a little too much then let's blame it on the poor man's despairing imagination rather than reality.
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The town was almost empty, only two dozen men remained. Some of them had hunting rifles, most of them didnt and were equipped with whatever melee weapons. Rifles werent that effective against the crazies anyway.
We may die today, said Richard, the Mayor, But just like those boys at the Alamo, we will be remembered as heroes of the Union! They may have destroyed Canada, but today we will show those crazies that America is made of stronger stuff! Richard sighed, his words had obviously fallen flat on the crowd. He could tell that nobody was impressed by his speech, even through the gasmasks he could sense the stares. This last stand was a futile attempt to stop the crazies getting to their family, it was a suicide mission but it was their only hope. Nobody talks about what happens when the crazies catch up to a refugee convoy.
The United States of America was dead, everyone knew that but most were in denial. The Flip, as that fateful day was known by the world at large, caused widespread destruction across North America. This had caused the Federal Government to collapse, the country was divided into thousands of independent towns and cities. Although the city of Washington still stood, the country still hadnt pieced itself back together.
This wasnt the case everywhere, the country was filled with hope at the thought that their cousins in Quebec and South America had reformed functioning states that covered large tracts of land and was picking up the pieces of this shattered continent. It gave the now divided states hope, but this hope soon turned into fear when they heard what else had formed out of the void.
Refugees poured out of Alaska and the regions unfortunate enough to neighbour the crazies. Following them was an unstoppable horde of crazies, butchering every living thing in their wake with their machetes. At first it was just the men and their god forsaken gas, but the new technological renaissance in the northern hemisphere had the unfortunate effect of adding great hulking boxes of death to the horde. These boxes, known as landships in the friendlier parts of the world, were covered in the blood and flesh of those unfortunate, or stupid, enough to stand in the way of them, madman and civilian alike. A large gun on the top allowed them to fire that bloody gas even more efficiently than before. The latest rumours from the convoys said that the crazies had created lead airships filled with crazies that were supported by giant balloons made of human skin. They say that these balloons would have holes shot into them by the crazies, causing the monstrosity to drop from the sky. Their gas would come out of the machine and the crazies would take victims and skin them alive to repair their machine. Richard could see these horrible machines coming closer to his beloved town, he prayed to God for a quick death.
I-i-i-its dropping! stammered one of the soldiers. He was young. Too young.
FIRE AT WILL! shouted Richard. Those with rifles, Richard included, fired upon the monstrosity, but it was futile. The squad scattered and compartment landed on the ground right where they were just standing. Then the gas spurted out.
The gas lowered visibility significantly, Richard was less than a mile from the crashed airship, but he could barely make it out. Richard looked to his side, he saw the stammering boy start to seizure. Although the hellish gas helped the crazies ensure that close combat was the only possible way to fight them, that was not its main intention. If a person was exposed to the gas without any protection they would go insane, as mad as those that attacked. At best theyd bite their own arm off and off themselves, usually theyd attack anything that moved. The crack on the boys gasmask glass told Richard all he needed to know. Richard stabbed the boy with his bayonet, any kind of death was preferable to what was about to happen to that poor lad. Richard heard screaming from the direction of the downed airship, he turned around to see the crazies start climbing out of the contraption. Richard screamed and charged at the bastards.
After the gas had blown away, Richard looked around at the carnage. There couldnt have been more than ten of those crazies in that small airship, but everyone was dead, Richard was the only person standing. Richard dropped his rifle and started shaking, he had killed so many people, they were crazies but they were still people. He clenched his fists to stop shaking, he had to get his head together there could be more coming. He looked up to the sky and saw dozens more airships flying in the air. And one of them was falling. He ran.
Richard ran all the way up the hill. He looked down to his beloved town, behind it he could see the horde in all its terror. Hundreds upon hundreds of airships and even more landships. He could make out a few of the crazies as well. All of them headed towards an unknowing and undefended continent. Richard wept.
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