The World of Tomorrow

[Clockwork_Magic]

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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><em><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>The World of Tomorrow</strong></span></em></p></div>


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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><em><em>Everything has gone to hell. A nuclear war has just broken out between all the nuclear powers of the world. The world now lies in ruin, nations destroyed, the world horribly irradiated. Luckily, some of the world's population managed to escape the annihilation by retreating to underground bunkers. A few hundred years later, the radiation died down and people had begun leaving their underground shelters. They settled down in the ruins of the old world, some more ambitious than others. It is the year 3251 AD, and you are one of these people. Will you build a nation that will stand the test of time?</em></em></p></div>


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[Dozeji]

(Aight, shall you start this one? )

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Oxford, The S.R.B.


Prime Minister Kord Segard was practicing some military strategies with one of his generals, all the while discussing plans for invading a small island near the Isle that used to be called Ireland. "The navy will surround the island, preventing any land forces coming to their aid." the general said. "Hmm, the air force should occupy the airspace, preventing any air support." Kord said. "That will work, all the while the army marching across the island." the general responded. "Also, I have been studying old world books and maps and it turns out there is a lot more land mass than we initially thought." Kord said. "It turns out that we are part of a continent called Europe and there are 6 more continents out there." he went on. "I suspect there is a very high probability of nations forming in the ruins of the old world, and I think its time we met them; send some planes to scout each of these continents." "Yes sir." the general responded.

 

[Dozeji]

THE REPUBLIC OF POLAND


Lublin, Poland


This day was as usual, as the borders weren't shifting as much today. Jacob knew that this would be boring day, but the defences around the country were stable as ever. His main man when it comes to Military and Defence, Jacob Dolecky, came to him, and saluted


"Sir! We detected three undentified aircrafts. From what we saw, the emblems resemble that of a Great Britain." He reported.


"Send them a message, ask what they want and who they belong to" The president ordered, as he looked at the Europe map that was hanging on the wall. The old one.


"You entered our airspace, specify who you are" The pilots of the planes received the message. Meanwhile, on land, troops were in a state of ready.

 

[Dozeji]

@Agent141

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Polish Airspace


The pilots have received a message from the ground below. "We hail from The Socialist Republic of Britain, we are one of the scouting parties sent out into the world to explore." the squad leader responded. One of the 3 pilots reported to HQ that they made contact.





Oxford, The S.R.B.


"It seems that the European Scouting Party has made contact." the general said. "Around the territory of Poland." "It seems we have a neighbor then." Kord said. "Anyways, mobilize the army, by tomorrow we attack Ireland." "At once, Sir." the general said.

 

[Dozeji]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Polish Airspace


The pilots have received a message from the ground below. "We hail from The Socialist Republic of Britain, we are one of the scouting parties sent out into the world to explore." the squad leader responded. One of the 3 pilots reported to HQ that they made contact.





Oxford, The S.R.B.


"It seems that the European Scouting Party has made contact." the general said. "Around the territory of Poland." "It seems we have a neighbor then." Kord said. "Anyways, mobilize the army, by tomorrow we attack Ireland." "At once, Sir." the general said.

REPUBLIC OF POLAND


"Right then. Just make sure to tell your leader that our eastern bourder ends on Mikaszewicze. We also saw some movement on the Old Russian Bourder. Just to let you know" The communicator told the pilots.


"Sir! England has woken up. It looks like they turned to the Socialist side" Jacob D. said, receiving the information from the small communication center at Kołobrzeg.


"They're heading east towards the old Russian bourder"


"Let them go. They're not a threat tp us" President exclaimed, smirking. The probability of Russian Community creating a new state was thin, but real. Polish forces are also entering the Vilno, and claiming old Lithuanian grounds.


NEW TERRITORY GAIN: LITHUANIA IS NOW UNDER POLISH ADMINISTRATION

 

[Pat]

D6, 10:30 AM,


Secret Metro.
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Anya tiredly glanced at the new roach totals, dropping from six billion to five in a mere day- the climate control of their underground habitats simultaneously malfunctioning, prematurely killing and tainting the Union's greatest food source. Funny, she thought, absentmindedly eating an apple, how insects went from pests to the tables of nearly every citizen of this freezing hell all within a mere millennium.


The grinded mush wound up in nasty oily bars, and then, when they were consumed, the equally disgusting fecal matter was transported to the countryside's military farms to help fertilize what now graces Anya's desk.


Rows of crops surrounded by rows of men who have never tasted what I pick at now.





Anya sighs, reaching for a Prewar microphone to announce once again that rations will be reduced for this month, when she is interrupted with a special report from the KGB...

 

[Dozeji]

REPUBLIC OF POLAND


As the Lithuania was claimed by Polish forces, Jacob D. decided it's time to scout the territories like Brits are, and sent out a pair of PZL-130's, armed with two submachine guns, from Warsaw's "Okecie" Military Airport. They set off for old Russia territories, hoping to find someone, and to provide help to them. At least as much as they could, so that they wouldn't become what Russia has become in the 2100'S.

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Ireland


The S.R.B army had arrived. The navy surrounded the island. The air-force scattered over the airspace. The military quickly marched through Ireland, claiming land for the Republic. Most of the land was desolate of life. They came across some bunkers but decided not to open them.





Territory Gain: Ireland

 

[Pat]

REPUBLIC OF POLAND
As the Lithuania was claimed by Polish forces, Jacob D. decided it's time to scout the territories like Brits are, and sent out a pair of PZL-130's, armed with two submachine guns, from Warsaw's "Okecie" Military Airport. They set off for old Russia territories, hoping to find someone, and to provide help to them. At least as much as they could, so that they wouldn't become what Russia has become in the 2100'S.

A huddled, ragged group of survivors begin to scatter as they see the planes, grabbing possessions and weapons from an improvised shelter.

 

[Dozeji]

A huddled, ragged group of survivors begin to scatter as they see the planes, grabbing possessions and weapons from an improvised shelter.

REPUBLIC OF POLAND


As the planes fly by, they notice a group of people down on the ground. One of the pilots turns on the speaker. They circle around them


"Hello? Is anyone there? We're coming in peace" He exclaimed to those people, which he repeated in Russian, just to be sure.


"

 

[Pat]

REPUBLIC OF POLAND
As the planes fly by, they notice a group of people down on the ground. One of the pilots turns on the speaker. They circle around them


"Hello? Is anyone there? We're coming in peace" He exclaimed to those people, which he repeated in Russian, just to be sure.


"

As the planes observe them closer it becomes more apparent how unkempt and desperate they really are, the young men and women wearing spiked shoulder pads, the pilots soon notice the way their heads were covered with ratty, brightly colored hair styled the way punks Prewar did theirs. They shout curses at the sky as they begin to fire scavenged weapons at the Polish. Their face paint and markings ghastly to the eye.

 

[Dozeji]

As the planes observe them closer it becomes more apparent how unkempt and desperate they really are, the young men and women wearing spiked shoulder pads, the pilots soon noticing the way their heads were covered with ratty, brightly colored hair styled the way punks Prewar did theirs. They shout curses at the sky as they begin to fire scavenged weapons at the Polish. Their face paint and markings ghastly to the eye.

"Cholera jasna!" The 1st pilot shouted, as he made an effort to rise up a bit, as they flew them


"Yup. There are people here. Let's head for Moscow" 2nd pilot exclaimed, as they left the raging group, and flew on towards Moscow, approaching ot niftly.

 

[Pat]

"Cholera jasna!" The 1st pilot shouted, as he made an effort to rise up a bit, as they flew them
"Yup. There are people here. Let's head for Moscow" 2nd pilot exclaimed, as they left the raging group, and flew on towards Moscow, approaching ot niftly.

They hear the city before they see it.


Spatters of gunfire and the steady pulsating cycles of machinery characterize the sound of the cityscape, which suddenly materalizes out of the air before the pilots. The city groans with the force of it's decaying buildings, wrecking balls and explosive charges bringing down the most heavily damaged of the lot back down to the Earth which fed their construction.


Work crews, and in time, soldiers stand, their bright neon and yellow colors standing out as they look at the planes and scramble to tell their commanders and the commanders their own masters of the planes in the skies.

 

[Dozeji]

They hear the city before they see it.
Spatters of gunfire and the steady pulsating cycles of machinery characterize the sound of the cityscape, which suddenly materalizes out of the air before the pilots. The city groans with the force of it's decaying buildings, wrecking balls and explosive charges bringing down the most heavily damaged of the lot back to the Earth which fed their construction.


Work crews, and in time, soldiers stand, their bright neon and yellow colors standing out as they look at the planes and scramble to tell their commanders and the commanders their own masters of the planes in the skies.

"Alright, let's get the heck outta here, this is freakin' unbelievable" The pilots concluded, as they made a sharp U-turn, and made their way back to Polish Republic.


"Cholera jasna, widziales to?! Jasny gwint."


(Dangit, did you see that?! Gosh)


"Dobra. Jak tylko nawiążemy kontakt z bazą, mówimy jej o Moskwie)


(Aight. As soon as we contact the base, we tell'er about Moscov)


"K;$-%, anarchia, pieprzona anarchia"


(F-$-, anarchy, f'-#&$# anarchy"

 

[Pat]

D6, 12:56 AM,


Secret Metro.

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Music was precious, Anya thought, humming a wordless, rolling, jaunty tune she once heard a Hansa trader relish with his own lips; as she twirled in time with the song within one of the great many of D6's lost rooms, undiscovered by all but her. You can replace inventions, but not quite an entire symphony.


Suddenly, she hears a clapping. Nearly jumping out of her skin, Anya turns as she backs away from the noise, hitting her back against the cold wall as the leather encased reedy body of Dieztio, head of Secret Police, smiles broadly. "Anya, I didn't know you were a dancer."


Frustration and anger boils up within and she scathingly replies, "and I didn't know you to stalk me."


Dieztio somehow found the decency to act as if he were caught off guard with the comment. "It's my business to know everything, and it is my business to tell you everything, is it not?"


Folding her arms, Anya waits as he pulls a fine piece of paper and reads. "Two small aircraft were discovered this morning flying above the Moscow Reclamation Project, coming from the Southwest." He droned, the greased back hairs of his finding a way to shine in the little light of the room.


"What did they do?" Anya inquired, her guard lowered.


Again the man spoke, "nothing. Flown in, and then left, and do I need to remind you that we were clearing out the mutants and Reich remnants both when they arrived?" Dieztio said, speaking the last words with venom.


"What do we do?"


He smiles as a snake would. "We stalk them."

 

[Dozeji]

(G'night, gtg)

 

[Fishman Lord]

Kingdom of the Rockies


Radium Hot Sorings, British Columbia


Timothy looked over his city from his balcony. It was truly alive with people, and the sunset over it was beautiful. A messenger walked in and interrupted the King's peace. "My liege? The duke of Edmonton has reported planes with Union Jacks on them flying over his territory, and they aren't ours." Timothy was surprised. "Really? Well, let's contact them. The tiny city states and petty kingdoms that we know of don't have planes."


@Agent141

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Old Canadian Airspace


The North American Scouting Squadron had been contacted from the ground. "We hail from The Socialist Republic of Britain, we are one of the squadrons sent out into the world to explore." the squadron leader said.


Oxford, The S.R.B.


"North American Squadron has made contact, sir." the general said to Kord. "Over British Columbia it seems." "Also, European squadron had picked up several shots coming from the Moscow area." "Hmm, send European squadron over there to check it out." Kord replied. "At once, sir."


Old European Airspace


"Orders from HQ boys, They want us to check out the Moscow area." the squadron leader said.


"What for?" one of the pilots said.


"To investigate those shots I guess."


The squadron made a sharp turn and headed in the direction of Moscow.

 

[okmangeez]

January 2nd, 3251 AD


Ruins of Seoul, Republic of Korea


12:21 PM





President Daein Kim walked around the ruins of the city. The once great and towering skyscrapers were nothing but ruins now. However, he still believed in a greater future for the Republic of Korea. After all, the stories of how the Republic of Korea was once a great and mighty nation were passed on generation after generation. Now, as he stood in the rubble, he smiled to himself.


I'll make the Republic powerful again.





His aides and bodyguards were escorting him closely, as there were reports of a few scavengers and survivors still scurrying about on the surface levels. They followed him as he approached the tallest tower in the former capital, the letters still showing the "Lotte Tower" on the entrance. Though he didn't enter it, the president still touched the cold metal of the building. It slightly creaked in reply.


To think, that my descendants could build something like this in the past... Looks like we have a long way to go to rebuild Korea.





He decided he had seen enough and headed back towards the small camp that was set around the Gangnam Metro Station, the entrance to the underground bunkers. Only a select few people were making their way towards the surface, as the government and president were unsure if the surface was suited to inhabit millions of Koreans. The president approached the new Minister of Settlement, Park Gung Ho. "What is the current situation around us?"


The minister shook the president's hand respectfully. "Mr. President, we have managed to capture some scavengers that were in Seoul, while our military forces have secured the surrounding areas. Though, Seoul is a massive city. It'll take quite a long time to secure all of it."


"Has Pusan, Jeju, Inchon, and Daegu began settlement as well?" President Kim asked, watching a few soldiers carry out military supplies and provisions. "After all, we must move swiftly and secure our holdings. If any other surviving governments discovered that the ground was no longer radioactive, they'll pour out in masse. Especially the Chinese."


Minister Park flipped through his papers and nodded. "Yes, the other cities have started. Our objective of recapturing the five cities should be complete very soon."

 

[Alteras]

Singaporean Federation

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Singaporean Parliament


Prime Minister's Office


Prime Minister Zeph Jeanes is approving papers to begin expansion beyond 200 mile radius of Singapore. Slowly old agricultural equipment are being repaired and readied for use on the mainland. A small group of protestors outside have left for lunch.


Tired and needing a break, Zeph got up and walked down the halls to a small cafeteria. The guards greeted him kindly, but Members of Parliament in the cafeteria cease talks to stare at him. After Zeph got a tray of curry and rice and sat down, general chatter resumed. Same as usual it seems. Soon an old ally appeared, Minister of War and Expansion Jimmy Chen. He is an old but cheerful man. Always a supporter of expanding the military, he helped Zeph's rise to power.


"Hello Prime Minister Jeanes."


"Hello Jimmy."


"Haha, never willing to address me formally."


"Nope."


He sat down with a tray of rotti prata and curry sauce. After several minutes of eating, Minister Chen spoke up.


"Ah! I came to tell you something. Planes were spotted headed down the mainland toward our northern reclamation force. We're still trying to hail them but we should receive word soon."


Shouting with joy, Zeph said "Foreign planes? Like the ones from the old textbooks and have wings? Let us go to the old airport!" With a jump, Zeph ran to the nearest guard to call upon a limo.

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Old Asian Airspace


While flying over Asian Airspace, Asian Squadron had picked up a message. It was from a nation called the Singaporean Federation. "Greetings, we hail from The Socialist Republic of Britain." Before they had picked up the message, the radars picked up some movement in what used to be Korea.





Oxford, The S.R.B.


"Asian squadron had made contact." General Torrad said to Kord. "Their radars had also picked up some movement from Korea." "Have them go scout Korea after meeting with this nation." Kord said. "At once." Torrad said as he picked up a radio.

 

[okmangeez]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Old Asian Airspace


While flying over Asian Airspace, Asian Squadron had picked up a message. It was from a nation called the Singaporean Federation. "Greetings, we hail from The Socialist Republic of Britain." Before they had picked up the message, the radars picked up some movement in what used to be Korea.





Oxford, The S.R.B.


"Asian squadron had made contact." General Torrad said to Kord. "Their radars had also picked up some movement from Korea." "Have them go scout Korea after meeting with this nation." Kord said. "At once." Torrad said as he picked up a radio.

January 11th, 3251 AD


Seoul, Republic of Korea Territory


11:21 AM





"Sir! Incoming air crafts towards Seoul! They're of unknown origin and have a different radio frequency from ours!" A radar operator stated to General Choe Soo Bin.


The general swore. "Quickly inform the president and the Minister of Defense. And deploy the planes we managed to bring onto the surface!"

 

[Alteras]

The Socialist Republic of Britain

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Old Asian Airspace


While flying over Asian Airspace, Asian Squadron had picked up a message. It was from a nation called the Singaporean Federation. "Greetings, we hail from The Socialist Republic of Britain." Before they had picked up the message, the radars picked up some movement in what used to be Korea.





Oxford, The S.R.B.


"Asian squadron had made contact." General Torrad said to Kord. "Their radars had also picked up some movement from Korea." "Have them go scout Korea after meeting with this nation." Kord said. "At once." Torrad said as he picked up a radio.

Singaporean Federation


In the limo to the Changi Airport


"Looks like the main group broke off headed north. A small attachment is still headed our way. They claim they're from Britain."


"Oh? The first of our oppressors still live, huh?" Zeph speaks with a whisper.


"What was that?"


"Nothing jimmy! Clear the runway and prepare a feast! This will be great for business! Just think, 'News from the sky! Britain Survived!'"