Fantasy When Gods Come to Play

[Sleepless_Dreamer]

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When Gods Come to Play


Religious warfare. The only form of fighting for something completely and totally intangible. Since the earliest records of human civilization, man has been fighting for territory, for power; for beliefs. Differing ideals resulting in starkly contrasting psychological and sociological viewpoints have caused massive destruction for centuries. Sacrifices, hate crimes, ethnic cleansing, genocide; acts of mass violence on the sole basis of higher beliefs have scarred countless regions of the world. Present-day America watched from its golden pedestal as the rest of the world stayed locked in the grips of religious warfare. Canada and Mexico also watched, from the presumed safety net the shadow of one of the world’s “super powers” offered them. They did not have to worry. Why would they? Those types of things only ever happened “over there” after all.


Arrogance and unpreparedness changed North America.


The fighting; the frenzied blood lust spread like a plague. First, there were attacks by other countries on American soil. Then, America started attacking itself. Murder, terrorism, and eventually civil war tore the world so many had known and loved apart, rendering the country a crippled version of its former self; rendering it vulnerable. Other world powers, seeing the first sign of weakness North America had shown in centuries, swooped in like vultures and picked clean the bones of the countries.


The damage left behind took half a century to fix.


Diplomats, politicians, and other power players from the three countries joined together. It was decided that what had happened after the Fallout could never happen again. Thus, the United Republic of North America was formed. The majority of North American territory along with its people and resources were banded together to create a new and very different world. Many things changed. Laws were changed, created, and some done away with completely. There was one, however, that was the most altering: No more religion.


UNRA created strict policies regarding religious practices, and they also created strict departmental officials and soldiers to enforce those policies. Any group wishing to practice public religious freedom of any sort had to be inspected by UNRA officials, meet, and adhere to their guidelines. The guidelines were rarely met, however, and places of religious practice were shut down all over the Republic, and followers were fined and/or imprisoned. To deal with the massive amount of unrest and to prevent another uprising, UNRA council members granted the funding for the SR Division. Ten years later, the Soldiers of the Republic—biogenetically enhanced super soldiers—were posted all over UNRA, enforcing its laws and “keeping the peace.” With every SR comes UNRA’s mantra: Believe in your Republic.


The citizens, however, were not the only ones to become enraged.


The gods, gaining their strength and sustenance from the belief of their followers since the beginning of time, began to grow weak. Belief and worship had all but fizzled out, and their very existence had become threatened. Now, in a last ditch attempt to reclaim the lives of the people they once held so firmly in their hands, the gods have slowly begun to send themselves to the humans. Whom they choose to imbue with their gifts and why is a mystery. Some are willing and loyal. Others, who have lived their entire lives believing in nothing but their Republic, fear for their freedom and safety should anyone learn what has happened to them. Nothing is known for certain yet, but it seems the gods are building an army, and it seems yet another war is coming.


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[Sleepless_Dreamer]

The Territory.

UNRA

The Republic was divided into three divisions based on territory and economics, with two divisions left unsanctioned by the new government. Travel between divisions is limited to those with the proper identification and passes.



Eadea

The largest division of UNRA, consisting of what was once central America and some of Canada. Eadea is the most unchanged portion of UNRA, with transportation, architecture, technology and lifestyles the most like those from before the Fallout. Citizens here are considered mostly Middle Class. Eadea features the largest amount of land for farming the UNRA has, producing most of the Republic’s food supply.



Auster District

The second largest division of UNRA, consisting of what was once southern America and parts of Mexico. The Auster District features the most decline, and is now home to many of the Republic’s slums and ghettos. Citizens here are considered Lower Class, and most never gain the means to leave this division of UNRA. The Auster District features most of the Republic’s mass manufacturer plants, creating parts of things like transportation and architecture that are shipped to other divisions of the Republic.



Reliquum

The smallest division of UNRA, consisting of what was once eastern America and some of Canada. Reliquum is the most technologically advanced division of the Republic, having been where the Soldiers of the Republic Division’s main headquarters were created. Citizens here are a mixture of Upper Class and military. The majority of the Republic’s doctors, engineers, politicians, etc. are located in Reliquum. SR’s are created and trained here before being exported to other divisions of the Republic.



Unsanctioned Territories

These are areas left unclaimed by UNRA. They feature smaller governments and resistance groups that wished to maintain their separate identities when UNRA was formed. UNRA officials are still in the process of working out treaties and possibly conjoining plans with these territories.
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[Sleepless_Dreamer]

(Before the widespread movement of the Chosen. Only a handful of cases reported in the Republic.)


"....should be a simple escort mission." Captain Parson's words filtered into Madeline's thoughts. He spoke loudly to try and be heard over the sound of their vehicle's very loud engine. "We're in Auster's northern Rukon District. About one hundred and twenty miles from the Reliquum border. We meet up with the cargo vehicle, turn it around, and head on home."


He stood facing three other soldiers, including Madeline, who sat in the bed of their covered truck. Parsons held onto a roll bar for support, his bicep rippling beneath his brown skin. He wore the same clothes as everyone else. Gray combat pants outfitted with the necessary tools and trinkets in the many pockets. Black, shin-length combat boots. Black long-sleeve shirt of a strange spandex/kevler-like material. It hugged the torso and breathed easily, yet was thick enough to bear the brunt of some relatively high-velocity impacts. A gun was holstered at his right side, as well as another around his leg. He, like the others, wore the gray coat with the red trim. On each shoulder was a red star with the letters SR stitched beneath in black.


When he had finished, Parsons sat down next to SR Alex Meyers. Next to Madeline was SR Martin Stravi. The four of them, accompanied with the truck's driver, made up the team that was to be escorting the cargo vehicle back to Reliquum. With the recent history of some riots in Auster, and some districts having their hand on illegal arms, it had become imperative that the Republic sent trained soldiers to bring good across the Reliquum border to ensure their safety. Things as of late had been... kind of weird.


They used to call it mass hysteria, her brother had told her one night. Groups of people experiencing the same hallucinations. Usually a result of a bad food or water supply, or just a bunch of people deciding they all wanted to be idiots together. But while these accounts are certainly all strange, they are too sporadic. Too many differences geographically and demographically, and not a ton of overlapping symptoms. It's just too early to tell at this point.


The vehicle rolled to a stop, and the back hatch dropped down to allow the soldiers out. Madeline was the first to exit. The wind whipped up a small dirt twister that headed down the street. Her thick black ponytail was tossed left and right. Squinting, Madeline pulled up the old, tattered red scarf that she wore around her neck and used it to cover her mouth and nose. The less of Austerian air she had to breathe in, the better.


The cargo vehicle waited in the middle of a street surrounded by old buildings, lean-to's and shanties on either side. Madeline could see dim light flickering from some of the alleys, where feeble rubbish fired burned. Somewhere in the distance, a base beat thrummed loudly. There were merchants selling wares out of the sides of crumbled buildings, and kids playing catch with what Madeline was pretty sure was an old hover board engine. She could never get used to this.


"Krystowitz!" Captain Parsons greeted the head of the cargo team. The two clasped arms and used their free hands to slap each other's backs. Madeline rolled her eyes while they shot the shit. A semi-automatic shock rifle on her back, she roamed about the area while the customary things were taken care of. She peered into the window of a seedy looking bar to see its inhabitants peering right back out. None of them looked too happy. SR's weren't exactly popular in this neck of the woods.


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[MustyCrusty]

Dante knew something was up when the lady stopped talking. Glancing up from the counter he saw her glaring outside. Following her gaze with a sigh he immediately tensed. Damn. Quickly he tucked his Cross under his shirt and put on his coat. Work or no work he wasn't staying here. Walking around the counter he saw some of the SR looking through the window. Cursing to himself he walked out the front door and tried to look inconspicuous as he briskly walked to his old pick-up truck.


(Sorry its so short I'm using mobile)


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[EloquentlyPut]

Her sleep cycle was brought to an end the same way it was most morning, or evenings, or afternoons, it varied depending on when she passed out. It was the strange kind of thing where your mind is awake before your body is and so you're met with whatever sounds are native to your area before your eyes even open and certainly before you were able to move.


For her the indigenous sounds of the Auster were the sights and sounds of the working poor and if no one had ever smelled what that was like, they knew immediately when they stepped off from whatever means they had used to get there.


Most didn't stay long.


She was sure she heard a heavy bass booming somewhere close by,


A party? Wonder if I have time before work...





With a woosh she found herself back in her own body, she slowly opened her eyes and was met with the sight of a dark gray ceiling; she couldn't be sure at that moment, but she felt there was a good chance that the ceiling was sinking down towards the floor.


She'd kissed a lot things in her young life, but never a ceiling; she imaged it would be dank and disappointing.


With a heavy sigh she sat up using her right up to prop herself up as she dragged one long fingered hand across her face.


Born into a different environment she assumed that she would have had nice rounded cheeks in thanks to a healthy weight and muscle tone, but instead her ribs were visible through the side of her baggy white dress, if it qualified as that. Her joints met at sharp angles and she carried very little fat anywhere on her body, but she still maintained an attractive enough appearance as her sharp eyes and daring energy made her come off as mare avant garde.


Her fingers curled around the fabric beneath her and she internally applauded herself for her good fortune, it wasn't everyday she woke up on something other than wood or cement flooring.


Looking from left to right and then back again she counted 6 other people who were passed out on the floor around her; some of them cuddling, some had passed out where they stood. One boy in particular looked to be about the same age as her, his face was shrouded by the wide expanse of his hand, he still sat upright on the filthy tattered couch he had spent the whole night on. A gentle snore danced along on the morning air as he defied all manner of physics and gravity without even knowing it.


She didn't recognize anyone around her, but that wasn't uncommon; there were two men in particular that were easily in their 40s, she assumed this grand ball had been set up and sponsored by them.


"How generous gentlemen," she mused to herself as she transferred all her weight into her feet and stood up, a giant among her unconscious party mates.


An acrid taste dripped down onto her tongue, it's origin had been her nose and the taste and mucus that accompanied it was known as "The Drips" and it was every party goers best friend.


Snorting the mixture back up into her nasal cavities she waited for the left overs of the drug to kick in.


Preparing to made a wide step over the sleeping mound of a burly boy who smelled of alcohol and weed she was dissapointed to find a bare foot staring back at her, looking down she found her right foot to still be in possession of it's charge.


"Rrrrr, seriously? Where the fuck is my other boot?" she cursed, squinting her bright blue eyes as she tried to make out a black boot in a room that was also completely black.


She was fairly certain she saw the boot hugging the corner of a small stack of pallettes that worked as a table and collapsible body catcher should someone suddenly be possessed by the need to lose all coordination and take a dive.


Leaning over the form of two more people; these two had decided to spend their night tangled in each other's limbs, she felt the slightest urge to boot one of them hard enough to wake the one night pairing up, but the sweet song of her boot was too much to bare.


Reaching out with grabby fingers the girl's fingers slid around the top of the boot and down into the hole where seconds her foot would be.


She held her breath and made a quick movement to bring the boot and her body back from the snoozing couple so fluidly that they wouldn't even be able to feel the air pass across them.


A move that had been practiced and perfected over the course of many mornings much like this one.


Hopping on one foot her teeth worked her lips as she struggled to shove her sockless foot into her leather boot that had stiffened into a defiant nature over night.


Finally succeeding in making her foot and boot make up and be friends she then turned a small circle to identify the location of this magnificent castle's portcullis.


It was a steel door to the far right of her, she could see pale light beneath it.


Displaying the same grace and tiptoeing behavior picked up from so many nights of waking up on floors and need to extract herself before she saw a conscious person she crossed over top of a few people with ease.


She wondered if any of them were slightly awake; if so they'd be getting an eyeful of whatever panties she was sporting; she had no idea which ones, that seemed trivial.


Reaching the door she laid her whole body weight against it and prayed that it would side across the floor without making any noise.


She was not so lucky, it scrapped across the cement and for her it was louder than any gunshot she'd ever heard.


Letting it slam just as loudly behind her she bolted down the stairs, a dim yellow light flickered as it followed her all the way down.


I wonder what time it is.

 

[Sleepless_Dreamer]

Within minutes of their arrival, surrounding establishment started to clear out, and people started getting a little shifty. This was not unusual. SR's made people uncomfortable. It wasn't strange to see them slowly slinking away like snakes into the shadows when people like Madeline were standing on the streets. Rifles or not, the SR's had earned themselves a dangerous reputation. What's more, Madeline found that people weren't too fond of the idea of soldiers with nanochip implants in their heads. She supposed that was fair.


Most people, even in Auster, had identification chips implanted in places like their wrists or the back of their necks. These chips emitted a certain frequency that could be scanned via special handheld scanners. They could also be picked up by the ocular implants that the SR's had. Madeline liked to people watch and pick up signals from time to time, run facial recognition and things of the like. Her comrades had told her it was pretty creepy, but to her it was a simple method of passing time.


Once in a blue moon a golden goose egg would fall right into her lap and she would find some low-level crook with a warrant out on their head, but today didn't seem to be yielding any such results. She refocused her attention on the merchants and their wares. Hover board parts, prosthetic pieces, fresh caught fish, music files... a whole assortment of goods were all lined up next to each other up and down the street.


Ding.


The little bell that sounded at the opening of the bar door divided Madeline's attention. She looked up to see a man in a coat with a high collar making his way out of the bar and toward his vehicle. He seemed increasingly uncomfortable by the current situation on the streets. Turning, Madeline watched him carefully for a few moments as he made his way toward a vehicle. She could feel her adrenal glad starting to wake up a bit, threatening to activate the chip that lie within. Still, the SR remained where she was and remained calm while staying observant with those honey colored eyes of hers.

 

[MustyCrusty]

Damn. One of the SR was watching him. Don't get him wrong he has no problems with the SR it's just...his record isn't the best. Several cases of physical assault and robbery do that. Getting into his pick up he quickly barreled down the unkept gravelly road and watched as the slums and the SR blurred. He didn't need any more problems with the authorities. Grasping his cross he took a turn around a large abandoned warehouse and parked.


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[EloquentlyPut]

She tried to halt her momentum as the end of the filthy cement stairs loomed closer much faster than she had anticipated. She had been momentarily distracted by a wrapper that had become crammed into the corner of one of the stairs. Time had worn away the print to the point of being nearly indistinguishable, but a memory was triggered all the same and she remembered clutching the hand of a adult with her own, they were too chubby and short to reach all the way around the hand. She couldn't remember whos had it was, but she recalled attempting to drag them with the weight of a ten year old towards a store front; her little fingers took turns grappling helplessly in the direction of the glass showcase in front of the establishment.


Even from where she stood she could see sweets of all shapes, sizes, and colours sitting proudly, their wrappers fitting like tailored business suits. Their business was delighting young and how she wished to be a consumer; but the hand she held jerked her once and then began to walk away. She was forced to watch as her it shrink away behind her as the adult dragged her down the street.


That vivid memory and the fact that her boots had long ago traded in their gripping powers for the ability to slide along any surface like a socked foot across a polished floor sent her flying towards the heavy metal door at the bottom of the stairs.


Arms pinwheeling through the air she began to imagine what it would be like to hit a gigantic metal door full throttle.


It would certainly provide her with an interesting story when she showed up to work tonight sporting a fancy new broken nose and blood spattered clothes.


The handle was the sort all you had to do was push down on to go in or out and the force of her entire body weight coming in hot was enough to swing it open with minimum effort and entirely save her money maker from being beaten to a pulp.


Her boots finished their skidding a few feet after the door allowing her to catch her breath.


Bent over, long fingers gripping her knees she concentrated on slowing her breathing to a normal level; when her brain was no longer throbbing in her skull she stood up to survey her surroundings.


The sun bit into her eyes almost immediately and with a wince of pain she brought a hand up to protect them from another attack.


"Jesus Christ," she complained, giving the bright yellow orb in the sky a dirty look.


She was in a jungle of warehouses, but she still heard the beat of what she assumed was some club in the distance, she figured she'd head off in that direction.


Cant go wrong with a party.


Crossing her long angular arms behind her head she strolled off down the street; she casually whistled a tune from her childhood as she went.


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[MustyCrusty]

As he parked he sat back in his chair and rubbed his temples. Why couldn't it have been just a normal miserable day? One preferably without the SR. Sighing he flicked his lucky bobble head for luck and gets out of the truck only to be greeted by the sight of the most ugly run down warehouse you've ever seen. By Auster's standards however it is quite luxurious. Somewhere in the distance punks where playing their music full throttle. Sighing he walked towards the warehouse. He could've sworn he heard whistling. Don't hear that often in the slums. "Ey Dante got cash on ya?" Again. Why couldn't this day have gone like it normally does. Turning around there was a small gang of college age kids. The type of kids who'd you usually avoid if you had any common sense. "So what if I do kid?" Their leader twitch - worst name ever - was a greasy acne ridden blonde who probably could've given a grown man a wedgie. "Well I was hoping you'd be in a charitable mood Dante after all we all live in the slums don't we?" Man this kid was stupid. "Even if I cared I still wouldn't have given it to you. I mean you look like the stereotypical street thug. No originality." This got them going. His sycophants steadily surrounded Dante. Stretching he heard his arm pop. He hadn't been in a good fight since... Last week. "W-" lunging at the kid he punched him right in the jugular cutting off his sentence "Kid your stupidity is hurting my brain" he said as he kneed him in the family jewels. After seeing their boss go down they ran for the hills. Just kidding actually they grabbed the nearest pieces of wood and metal they could find and began to tighten the circle around Dante.


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