SouthernKing
crickety cricket
Because there is a 7 year gap between now and anything of interest happening in game, next update will take place on either Earth or somewhere in the solar system, probably Earth. Ideas as to what it should be?
The Mars Chronicles
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I just noticed something about the map, though it's small; shouldn't Puerto Rico be under UETDO control?
And if you don't wan to go through all the trouble, I can pretty up the map by getting rid of random white parts of countries, like New York for example.
And if you don't wan to go through all the trouble, I can pretty up the map by getting rid of random white parts of countries, like New York for example.
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
Update on Updates
Chapter 3 is ready, it will be up this weekend if all goes well.
Teaser:
Chapter 4 is in the works, should be up next week sometime.
Teaser:
Chapter 3 is ready, it will be up this weekend if all goes well.
Teaser:
Spoiler :
Chapter 4 is in the works, should be up next week sometime.
Teaser:
Spoiler :
Yoshiegg737
Jungo Jungo
London self combusts? 
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
London, Canada. Calgary, Scotland.
On a more serious note, can't wait for the updates!
On a more serious note, can't wait for the updates!
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
It should be England and Canada (AKA two worst nations on Earth )
This looks really good!
)This looks really good!
Mosher
Mushroom dad
Y u bad talking the United Kingdom? I love our British brothers.
SK is banned, so he can't update this till the 18th.
SK is banned, so he can't update this till the 18th.
Yoshiegg737
Jungo Jungo
Well when he comes back, he might have a huge update from all the time he gets to write it
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
Red Spy: Still waiting...
Yoshi: It's coming, it's coming
Mosher, Tambien, Civ'ed, everyone in general: Meh, I have gotten far more tolerant of Brits and far less tolerant of Canadians
Everyone: Ya, im back. Update should come within the hour.
Yoshi: It's coming, it's coming
Mosher, Tambien, Civ'ed, everyone in general: Meh, I have gotten far more tolerant of Brits and far less tolerant of Canadians
Everyone: Ya, im back. Update should come within the hour.
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
West India Quay, London Docklands, England, United Kingdom, August 27, 2147
Dusk fell over the London cityscape on a cold and damp August evening. Rain had been dumped in droves earlier that day all across Britain, and the skies were finally clearing. The storms of this unseasonably warm and moist summer of 2147 had battered the United Kingdom, and much of the world in fact, with record amounts of rainfall. Much of the country was still reeling from the flooding of rivers across Britain that had left a wide swath of England underwater.
In the worst affected areas, such as parts of Kent and Essex in the east and Cardiff, Somerset, and Glouchester in the east, law and order had broken down. The UK's disaster programs had failed miserably, barely reaching many areas and leaving entire towns stranded for days. Most areas had barely had a chance to recover. Over the summer, political turmoil had reached a high tide, with brawls breaking out in Parliament. Confidence in government had reached an all-time low, and it had been outside groups, such as the EU and the US Navy, that had done the most relief to Britain.
On this particular meeting, six men were meeting inside the lobby of the West India Tower, a 2000-foot tall glass and steel building along the West India Quay dockside. With no room to expand outwards, especially post-Crash, many cities simply added on to existing skyscrapers instead of building new ones. By the 2140s, several buildings had surpassed the half mile mark in height, the tallest ones stretching over 3000 feet into the air.
Those six men were informally chatting in the plush carpeted lobby, with only one wall light on. They were seated on a number of couches around an oak table and were passing a bottle of whiskey between them, taking swigs and laughing. They wore standard business attire, suits and ties, and all had knives and conventional guns under their jackets. They were preparing to do battle.
Up the Thames River was Parliament, where an emergency meeting of Parliament was taking place. The Prime Minister was there, almost every member of Parliament was there.
The six men heard the main doors of the lobby open. A tall man strode in, carrying a metal briefcase and also dressed in business attire. He was the leader of the group. He walked over to the other six and said, pointing to the elevator, "Come with me."
The others stood up and followed the leader to the high speed elevator. They all walked inside, and the leader said, "James Roberts."
The elevator speaker repeated back, "Identity confirmed. Top floor." and began rapidly speeding up to the top. The doors opened on a plush executive office with a large desk facing the elevator. The glass ceiling was pyramid shaped, and the office had one other exit leading out to a VTOL landing pad. The building had a near perfect view of Westminster and the City to the west, and the clouds were beginning to clear up on a full moon night.
Roberts placed his briefcase on the desk, opened it, and positioned it to face the other six. It held a holopad and some electronic equipment. Roberts began speaking, "This past summer, the government of the United Kingdom failed the people of England. And they failed us greatly. Now, it is time to pay them back!
"Our organization, through a few contacts, has managed to secure control of a British satellite containing sixteen fuel-air missiles that is in geosync orbit over the English Channel!"
The others began murmuring amongst themselves as the leader turned on the holopad and began targeting. He locked onto the target, and thrust his finger to arm and launch the missiles.
The leader began talking again. "Now it is our time! Watch to the west, as now, there will be anarchy in the UK!"
High above, in low earth orbit, sixteen missiles fired themselves down into the exosphere vertically. Alarms blared in stations worldwide as early detection systems picked up sixteen launches and governments began to panic.
The missiles' heat shields protecting their warheads melted away as they shot down into the thermosphere. In France, a laser pinged off into the sky, destroying one missile. The US Navy and European military began deploying high altitude aircraft to destroy the missiles, and several others were destroyed. Meanwhile, British Strategic Command was able to retake control of the satellite, but all its warheads were plunging through Earth's mesosphere.
Five out of the sixteen missiles had dodged the defenses and were now passing through the remnants of what had once been the ozone layer, the EU and UK both increased their alertness level to DEFCON 2, the EU thinking that the UK had fired at them, the UK knowing that it was a terrorist strike. The US Navy's fleet in the North Sea began firing off anti-air missiles in a desperate attempt, wiping out two more missiles.
Three missiles dropped into the troposphere, seven miles up. The EU realized that the missile was headed for Britain, and that the UK had not fired the missile. In a last ditch attempt, multiple missile defense lasers fired into the sky. One missile exploded directly over Guildford, too high to cause damage but still stunning residents for miles around.
As the two surviving missiles adjusted their trajectories, a US Navy missile defense rocket slammed into two miles over Wembley. As it became clear what general area the missile was headed, authorities hurriedly began evacuating Westminster, with priority to Parliament, but it was far too late.
The seven men at West India Tower watched with satisfaction as a lone missile plunged into the roof of the centuries old Parliament Building. There was a single fireball that enveloped the building and the buildings around it. Victoria Tower came crashing down. Rubble was flung high into the air, some landing as far away as St Thomas Hospital, all the way across the Thames. Westminster was shrouded in smoke.
The entire power structure of the United Kingdom government was wiped out along with the Parliament Building that night.
Dusk fell over the London cityscape on a cold and damp August evening. Rain had been dumped in droves earlier that day all across Britain, and the skies were finally clearing. The storms of this unseasonably warm and moist summer of 2147 had battered the United Kingdom, and much of the world in fact, with record amounts of rainfall. Much of the country was still reeling from the flooding of rivers across Britain that had left a wide swath of England underwater.
In the worst affected areas, such as parts of Kent and Essex in the east and Cardiff, Somerset, and Glouchester in the east, law and order had broken down. The UK's disaster programs had failed miserably, barely reaching many areas and leaving entire towns stranded for days. Most areas had barely had a chance to recover. Over the summer, political turmoil had reached a high tide, with brawls breaking out in Parliament. Confidence in government had reached an all-time low, and it had been outside groups, such as the EU and the US Navy, that had done the most relief to Britain.
On this particular meeting, six men were meeting inside the lobby of the West India Tower, a 2000-foot tall glass and steel building along the West India Quay dockside. With no room to expand outwards, especially post-Crash, many cities simply added on to existing skyscrapers instead of building new ones. By the 2140s, several buildings had surpassed the half mile mark in height, the tallest ones stretching over 3000 feet into the air.
Those six men were informally chatting in the plush carpeted lobby, with only one wall light on. They were seated on a number of couches around an oak table and were passing a bottle of whiskey between them, taking swigs and laughing. They wore standard business attire, suits and ties, and all had knives and conventional guns under their jackets. They were preparing to do battle.
Up the Thames River was Parliament, where an emergency meeting of Parliament was taking place. The Prime Minister was there, almost every member of Parliament was there.
The six men heard the main doors of the lobby open. A tall man strode in, carrying a metal briefcase and also dressed in business attire. He was the leader of the group. He walked over to the other six and said, pointing to the elevator, "Come with me."
The others stood up and followed the leader to the high speed elevator. They all walked inside, and the leader said, "James Roberts."
The elevator speaker repeated back, "Identity confirmed. Top floor." and began rapidly speeding up to the top. The doors opened on a plush executive office with a large desk facing the elevator. The glass ceiling was pyramid shaped, and the office had one other exit leading out to a VTOL landing pad. The building had a near perfect view of Westminster and the City to the west, and the clouds were beginning to clear up on a full moon night.
Roberts placed his briefcase on the desk, opened it, and positioned it to face the other six. It held a holopad and some electronic equipment. Roberts began speaking, "This past summer, the government of the United Kingdom failed the people of England. And they failed us greatly. Now, it is time to pay them back!
"Our organization, through a few contacts, has managed to secure control of a British satellite containing sixteen fuel-air missiles that is in geosync orbit over the English Channel!"
The others began murmuring amongst themselves as the leader turned on the holopad and began targeting. He locked onto the target, and thrust his finger to arm and launch the missiles.
The leader began talking again. "Now it is our time! Watch to the west, as now, there will be anarchy in the UK!"
High above, in low earth orbit, sixteen missiles fired themselves down into the exosphere vertically. Alarms blared in stations worldwide as early detection systems picked up sixteen launches and governments began to panic.
The missiles' heat shields protecting their warheads melted away as they shot down into the thermosphere. In France, a laser pinged off into the sky, destroying one missile. The US Navy and European military began deploying high altitude aircraft to destroy the missiles, and several others were destroyed. Meanwhile, British Strategic Command was able to retake control of the satellite, but all its warheads were plunging through Earth's mesosphere.
Five out of the sixteen missiles had dodged the defenses and were now passing through the remnants of what had once been the ozone layer, the EU and UK both increased their alertness level to DEFCON 2, the EU thinking that the UK had fired at them, the UK knowing that it was a terrorist strike. The US Navy's fleet in the North Sea began firing off anti-air missiles in a desperate attempt, wiping out two more missiles.
Three missiles dropped into the troposphere, seven miles up. The EU realized that the missile was headed for Britain, and that the UK had not fired the missile. In a last ditch attempt, multiple missile defense lasers fired into the sky. One missile exploded directly over Guildford, too high to cause damage but still stunning residents for miles around.
As the two surviving missiles adjusted their trajectories, a US Navy missile defense rocket slammed into two miles over Wembley. As it became clear what general area the missile was headed, authorities hurriedly began evacuating Westminster, with priority to Parliament, but it was far too late.
The seven men at West India Tower watched with satisfaction as a lone missile plunged into the roof of the centuries old Parliament Building. There was a single fireball that enveloped the building and the buildings around it. Victoria Tower came crashing down. Rubble was flung high into the air, some landing as far away as St Thomas Hospital, all the way across the Thames. Westminster was shrouded in smoke.
The entire power structure of the United Kingdom government was wiped out along with the Parliament Building that night.
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
Announcement 1: If you would like to submit a character (realistic please!) go ahead. Name, background, etc. I can see how to fit you in.
Announcement 2: Sorry about the absence (and triple post, but it is my thread after all) I promise to deliver another update within the week, should be the BIGGEST ONE YET!
Announcement 2: Sorry about the absence (and triple post, but it is my thread after all
) I promise to deliver another update within the week, should be the BIGGEST ONE YET!
MoreEpicThanYou
The most Epic.
That was awesome! Here's my character:
Alex E. Pic is the leader of a relatively large faction in the remains of Britain. He wants to be the most epic person in the world, and defeat his main rival faction, the Tam Bien.
Alex E. Pic is the leader of a relatively large faction in the remains of Britain. He wants to be the most epic person in the world, and defeat his main rival faction, the Tam Bien.
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
Name: Samuel Smith
Background: Samuel Smith is a prominent buisnessman from the state of Virginia. He is focused on NASA's efforts to colonize Mars, but the terrorist attack on the UK has frightened him. He has spent a lot of his money on fortifying the Capitol Building and the White House, and he is also spearheading releif efforts in the UK. While he is doing this, he is sponsoring deep system (Jupiter ans Beyond) exploration. As you can tell, he gotz lotz a cash.
Background: Samuel Smith is a prominent buisnessman from the state of Virginia. He is focused on NASA's efforts to colonize Mars, but the terrorist attack on the UK has frightened him. He has spent a lot of his money on fortifying the Capitol Building and the White House, and he is also spearheading releif efforts in the UK. While he is doing this, he is sponsoring deep system (Jupiter ans Beyond) exploration. As you can tell, he gotz lotz a cash.
SouthernKing
crickety cricket
METY: Ill see what I can do.
Tambien: Of the top of my head I can think of sooo many ways I can fit him in. good charater
Spy: You mean 2148 OK thats fine I did not know. Sorry.
Everyone: I want some activity in this thread! I give permission to have OT discussions! Go on!
Tambien: Of the top of my head I can think of sooo many ways I can fit him in. good charater
Spy: You mean 2148
OK thats fine I did not know. Sorry.Everyone: I want some activity in this thread! I give permission to have OT discussions! Go on!
momo1000
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Name: Boaz Sharon, Codename: "Shpipon (Viper)"
Background: A former Israeli commando, he has also gone through astronaut training, though since Israel cut it's space program, he has left the country and is willing to work (and kill) for money. He is a mercenary willing to travel to Mars if he is paid enough.
Background: A former Israeli commando, he has also gone through astronaut training, though since Israel cut it's space program, he has left the country and is willing to work (and kill) for money. He is a mercenary willing to travel to Mars if he is paid enough.
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