The Story, Abridged
It began in 1988, the closing years of U.S. President Ronald Reagan’s presidency. The relations between east and west are at their lowest ever. A missile pact was never made, a Reykjavik Summit remained a failure for Reagan, and a cornered Soviet Union responded with an arms buildup. In the event of war, the United States secretly developed a super virus that would incapacitate the Soviet population with fevers in the event of a war. It is thought that without a fieldable army, the Union would be forced easily into unconditional surrender and dissolution. They are, in fact, somewhat right about the inevitable outcome.
June of 1988 brings the flashpoint, as Soviet submarine Arkhangelsk sinks a US spy submarine in the Arctic Ocean. Enraged, the United States decides the best bet is a quick and painful strike across the Soviet Union in order to cripple them. A mixture of biological warheads containing the Mad Virus and thermonuclear warheads of varying megatonnage are loaded into silos across the United States and Europe. Submarines quietly lay in wait on both sides of the Pacific and Atlantic as the orders are still in the chain of command. July 8 marks Armageddon, the day the bombs fell.
The US launched first, missiles began to rain far and wide in the Soviet Union. The first target hit inn the war was Vladivostok. No nuclear weapons targeted it, but the Mad Virus was released there. From Arkhangelsk to Rostov and Omsk to Yakutsk and Sevastopol to Nikel the bombs flew. Many were intercepted, radioactive debris raining a new type of hellfire on the people, but a few hit their exact marks. Soviet missiles were fired in retaliation, a red wave that crashed across the United States and Europe. The dice had been cast, and everyone had rolled the Devil’s Eyes. It was now game over, or so we had thought.
Radiation lingered, and that Mad Virus that would cripple the Soviets did work well. But it mutated with the radiation. Nothing could kill the virus as it swept with the radioactive fallout. The Soviets had the last laugh, as the virus the west made to end the east had turned a manageable result of thermonuclear war into an unmanageable horror show. None were spared the ravages of the Mad. Those who infected either died slowly, became crazed beings with the minds of rabid dogs, or became immune. The final was so rare it is estimated that only one in ten thousand became immune.
Cities that once held people and joy now only hold the Mad, and the radioactive animals that prey on them. Only the strongest survive…
Yet, even as this brave new world dies a slow death, there is always a candle in the darkness. Beyond the lands you called home, on a clear night with good atmospherics, you can pick up a signal from far beyond the horizon. It rarely deviates, any night you tune in you can pick it up. A soft, husky voice of a woman comes through the airwaves, discussing the events of the day, how many were hurt or dead after something called The Spiders attacked. From Winter of 1990 to the Spring of 1992 she never wavers.
Yet in early May, her final broadcast came across the waves:
"...dangers of I-82. Never take that road. If there is someone out there, somevhere, listening now...get pen and paper...this down: 46°36′N 120°30′W. This is...last safe places in Washington. Yakima. The City of Dream, they like to say...tsk...well. This is...medium to say goodbye, but...as my father used to say, you don't understand something until you can explain it to your grandmother. Hah...ah... Good night everyone, God bless you all. Good luck. And...ah. as Texans say: Come up and see us some time."
You are a survivor, either from far away or close to home. The City of Dreams is never too far away, you just need to try to get there. Whether near or far, there are adventures to be had, friends to be made, enemies to kill, and a world of its own to explore. Please be literate, please be open minded, and please be yourself! No need to try to impress me, I'm just a faceless. If you have some interest, feel free to PM me directly here on the Guild, or pester me over on Discord @ Zona#7264
It began in 1988, the closing years of U.S. President Ronald Reagan’s presidency. The relations between east and west are at their lowest ever. A missile pact was never made, a Reykjavik Summit remained a failure for Reagan, and a cornered Soviet Union responded with an arms buildup. In the event of war, the United States secretly developed a super virus that would incapacitate the Soviet population with fevers in the event of a war. It is thought that without a fieldable army, the Union would be forced easily into unconditional surrender and dissolution. They are, in fact, somewhat right about the inevitable outcome.
June of 1988 brings the flashpoint, as Soviet submarine Arkhangelsk sinks a US spy submarine in the Arctic Ocean. Enraged, the United States decides the best bet is a quick and painful strike across the Soviet Union in order to cripple them. A mixture of biological warheads containing the Mad Virus and thermonuclear warheads of varying megatonnage are loaded into silos across the United States and Europe. Submarines quietly lay in wait on both sides of the Pacific and Atlantic as the orders are still in the chain of command. July 8 marks Armageddon, the day the bombs fell.
The US launched first, missiles began to rain far and wide in the Soviet Union. The first target hit inn the war was Vladivostok. No nuclear weapons targeted it, but the Mad Virus was released there. From Arkhangelsk to Rostov and Omsk to Yakutsk and Sevastopol to Nikel the bombs flew. Many were intercepted, radioactive debris raining a new type of hellfire on the people, but a few hit their exact marks. Soviet missiles were fired in retaliation, a red wave that crashed across the United States and Europe. The dice had been cast, and everyone had rolled the Devil’s Eyes. It was now game over, or so we had thought.
Radiation lingered, and that Mad Virus that would cripple the Soviets did work well. But it mutated with the radiation. Nothing could kill the virus as it swept with the radioactive fallout. The Soviets had the last laugh, as the virus the west made to end the east had turned a manageable result of thermonuclear war into an unmanageable horror show. None were spared the ravages of the Mad. Those who infected either died slowly, became crazed beings with the minds of rabid dogs, or became immune. The final was so rare it is estimated that only one in ten thousand became immune.
Cities that once held people and joy now only hold the Mad, and the radioactive animals that prey on them. Only the strongest survive…
Yet, even as this brave new world dies a slow death, there is always a candle in the darkness. Beyond the lands you called home, on a clear night with good atmospherics, you can pick up a signal from far beyond the horizon. It rarely deviates, any night you tune in you can pick it up. A soft, husky voice of a woman comes through the airwaves, discussing the events of the day, how many were hurt or dead after something called The Spiders attacked. From Winter of 1990 to the Spring of 1992 she never wavers.
Yet in early May, her final broadcast came across the waves:
"...dangers of I-82. Never take that road. If there is someone out there, somevhere, listening now...get pen and paper...this down: 46°36′N 120°30′W. This is...last safe places in Washington. Yakima. The City of Dream, they like to say...tsk...well. This is...medium to say goodbye, but...as my father used to say, you don't understand something until you can explain it to your grandmother. Hah...ah... Good night everyone, God bless you all. Good luck. And...ah. as Texans say: Come up and see us some time."
You are a survivor, either from far away or close to home. The City of Dreams is never too far away, you just need to try to get there. Whether near or far, there are adventures to be had, friends to be made, enemies to kill, and a world of its own to explore. Please be literate, please be open minded, and please be yourself! No need to try to impress me, I'm just a faceless. If you have some interest, feel free to PM me directly here on the Guild, or pester me over on Discord @ Zona#7264
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