The year is 2020, so put on your mirrorshades, jack into the Net, wear your skinweave like the man, woman or neither that you are, and fight the evil, oppressive and faceless corporations... umm, wrong game?
The year is 2020, and the Republic of Spain is entering its final days. The godless liberals finally won enough seats in parliament, and passed the law for free religion, deeply dividing them and the Buddhist moral majority. How, the latter ask, will our youth grow to be proper Spaniards if not by following the teachings of Buddha?
In the same year, the newly elected Prime Minister orders a secret investigation into the archives of the medieval demon-worshipping Spanish dynasty. His cronies find a tome with an arcane rite that allows them to awaken
something. They bargain with it, selling not just their souls but the future of their entire world, now doomed to be destroyed in a mortals lifespan.
Having acquired forbidden knowledge, the cultists sacrifice two great Spanish people a famed engineer and a priest, in exchange for a time of prosperity for the nation. This gets them to research Composites quicker, to allow for building Modern Armor, for which they have grand plans.
The Realpolitik wing of the party in power points out that although the primary enemy of Spain has always been Persia, going directly against them is a costly and losing proposition. Instead they point to Greece a fertile and populuous island, who, they reason, should be taken for the glory of Spain.
Thus, sometime in the twenties, war is declared on Emperor Alexander, citing numerous offenses in the past. Out of the three cities on his island, Thermopylae (the one nearest us) is taken immediately by judicious application of combined forces a marine invasion with air and sea support.
Then the invasion gets bogged down in the seemingly limitless forces of enemy infantry and cavalry pouring from Athens. Most of the invasion forces are slain, and the Parliament passes Freedom of Information act, making it illegal for non-state sponsored reporters to be present at the battle front, as they cannot guarantee their safety.
Interestingly enough, no public outcry worldwide is heard, although this probably has nothing to do with the fact that Spain houses the UN offices and foots their bills.
Only the arrival of small quantities of newly built Modern Armor changes the tide of battle, destroying the remainder of Greek forces in both capital and Sparta. In the year 2034, Sparta falls, and peace is signed, though the Greeks refuse to part with another city. It will be some time before the insurgents are pacified, unfortunately, so for the citizens safety, martial law will stay in effect throughout the formerly Greek lands for the next decade.
Meanwhile, as the scientists strive to reach the limits of human understanding, shadows gather and only a few unlucky souls realize that the stars will come right soon in just fifteen years, and it is no longer possible to do anything about it. The humanitys warfare has proven to be its downfall. No survivors will be left by the awakening of the Great Old Ones, and no humans will ever leave their solar system.
Our only consolation is to be the best of all the human nations when our time comes to an end. But perhaps that was always the only thing to hope for?