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"Our planet's dying and yet we're fighting for its carcass."



"We knew the terrifying truth long before the world started crumbling. Our state leaders never cared about us, their citizens, besides the ones with wealth and power to their name. All of them easily adapted to this brand new world while the rest of us struggled to rebuild. And what were our esteemed leaders doing? Making sure that our destructive capitalist society still maintains the status quo even as we were displaced from our homes. Never forget what happened in Delhi, New Orleans, and Cape Town. Never forget the victims and the survivors. Never forget why we fight for a better tomorrow."
— Kali, anonymous climate activist turned eco-terrorist.



2028: the year that global warming surpassed 1.5°C degrees. It didn't faze world leaders until the first-ever Category 6 hurricane was recorded as it struck the Gulf Coast of the United States. And then, a megafire within the heart of South America was the final nail in the coffin for the Amazon Rainforest, jump-starting its desertification. An emergency climate summit was held in Geneva while more than half of Bangladesh was underwater for a record-breaking monsoon season. But, just like all of the other summits in the past, it did nothing to address the elephant in the room. It was also the last climate summit held.

Twelve years later, every part of the Earth has experienced or been impacted by climate change. One billion people were displaced from their homes and became climate refugees overnight during the decade. Entire cities had to invest trillions into climate defenses and strategies or were left behind for nature to reclaim. Global shortages of food and oil initiated the Second Great Depression and a major energy crisis. The world seemingly entered into unknown territory but prevailed in the end.

Spring 2040. Modern history enters into a new period of newfound stability. New countries rise out of the ashes while the old ones salvage what remains in this new normal. And advancements in energy, desert irrigation, and green technologies usher in growth not seen since the last decade. However, there are still threats that could thrust the world into pure chaos. One prominent concern is the Misfits, a nomadic society of climate refugees, and whether or not they should be repatriated and reassimilated. Most of them still distrust the governments that avoided them for so long. Experts warn that the Misfits will be a permanent fixture in policy-making for the foreseeable future.

There are still sparks of friction erupting between countries over control of the new world.



Welcome to Our World in Turmoil, a dystopian NRP set on Earth after it surpassed 1.5°C degrees. It only has been two years, but the world has already changed for the worst. Natural disasters are becoming more common and deadly throughout the world. It's all thanks to climate change and it isn't going anywhere soon. Hell, things are about to get way worst. If you have any questions about the lore or anything, feel free to ask away.




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For the sake of showing how much progress I've made, here's a discord server.
Been a while but I posted something juicy.


UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Summer 1955
Lone Star

White House, Washington D.C.
President Álvarez,

I know, for a fact, that you have fully weighed the ramifications of the invasion of British Belize. You should understand that my government condemns the actions of the Mexican military, as do I. The citizens of British Belize have the right of revolution against the tyranny of the British crown. Especially when their country is in the midst of a severe crisis within. Instead, they're subjects of your ambitions to make your home county relevant to the world stage. You and I know who actually belongs at that stage.

Of course, I will bring my concerns about your recent expansive attitudes to the international community. However, I wanted to write this letter in the hopes of arranging some sort of agreement. Of course, talks will be held on natural grounds as well as emphasize the future of the Caribbeans. Until then, please understand that the United States must take precautions right now. As such, we are moving troops back to the border due to the current escalation of tensions between our nations.

You got our attention. For your sake, do not waste this opportunity.

Sincerely,
President Gordon Harrington

Gordon Harrington toss the pen aside and examined the finalized letter. Of all the souls inside the White House, he was the one that truly understood war. He was drafted into service when the United States joined the Great War against the Entente in Europe. Gordon partook in the Meuse–Argonne campaign, which was the deadliest battle that the American Expeditionary Force fought in the war, and remained in the frontlines for eight months. Then, the war ended with the signing of the Treaty of Rotterdam. He refused to talk about his time there not even to his wife or siblings and it haunts him still.

Daryl Melton, the Secretary of War, walked in the room unannounced with today's paper from The Washington Herald. Gordon was caught off-guard by the secretary's presence that he nearly threw the papers up in the air. It only took a second to calm down while Daryl apologized for the rude interruption and then placed down the newspaper. Then, Gordon picked up the paper and immediately noticed the headline: MEXICAN NAVY STRIKES JAMAICAN FLEET NEAR THEIR ISLAND.

"Well, shit." Gordon put down the paper and stood up from his chair, looking pretty irritated. "Álvarez's escalating his plan quicker than I have foreseen."

"I fear that Mexico will invade the colony in the coming weeks. Afterwards, they will march for the Caribbeans next." Daryl didn't even attempt to tell a single lie with his response.

Gordon sat back down and stared at the Secretary of War with a sense of resolve. "Alright then, they clearly give us no choice. It's time to activate Lone Star and reinstate the Monroe Doctrine. I assume you understand what this means."

"Of course, I will notify the War Department of their new orders." Daryl nodded and began making his way out of the oval office. That was until Gordon called him back over, who was sealing the letter up. "What is it, Mr. President?"

"Since you're on your way out, please give this letter to my personal secretary. She should be nearby if she isn't doing her other duties. Her name's Evelyn Harding, in case you need to search for you." Gordon handed the envelope over to Daryl and then dismissed him. "See you soon, secretary."


How would you guys feel about a discord then? Since I'm very much still writing down the current state in the continents.


UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Summer 1955
Upgrades

Frontier Service Station, Welch (WV)
"Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein,
Schäfchen ruhn und Vögelein,
Garten und Wiese verstummt,
auch nicht ein Bienchen mehr summt..."


Emerson cherished his mother singing "Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf’ ein" even when her voice was not quite captivating. When he asked about it out of the blue, she told him that it was a prominent lullaby used throughout the German Empire during the Great War gifted by her dying grandmother, who encouraged her to flee to America as their home country was beginning to unravel. Even after Emerson got older, his mother still hummed the lullaby while preoccupied with chores around the house. It also bought her solace during the months of uncertainty in the wake of the failed coup in the nation's capital.

And now, the lullaby was etched into Emerson's oblivion.

"...Luna mit silbernem Schein
gucket zum Fenster herein,
schlafe bei silbernem Schein,
schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein,
schlaf ein, schlaf ein!"


Gradually waking up from his unanticipated slumber, Emerson noticed his hands were bound against a metal pole of a large shelf. His attempts of breaking free only hurt with the rope rubbing against his skin. It wasn't that complicated to believe that the "kind" cashier did this to him. And considering that he came on to her too strong with the question, Emerson didn't hold any grudge against the cashier for protecting her brother—which seemed significant enough to harm someone. Suddenly, he heard the storefront door opening followed by an argument between two people. One of the voices was clearly the cashier's as the other was entirely unfamiliar to Emerson.

And then, in front of Emerson, the door slowly opened to reveal a much younger man still in his work uniform. It was clear the fellow worked for the nearby mining company since coal dust coated his uniform from head to toe.


@Roman Sorry for the short post, but Eddie and Venom are willing to help out in New York City. I just don't know where to put them thus the short post.

And as for Wonder Woman, I am still making the post for her. I understand if she becomes inactive though.


AGENT VENOM
Fall 2020 // New York City, New York
INTERRUPTED PT. 1


In all honestly, it wasn't at all surprising that some tomfoolery was taking place in New York City. Eddie was more annoyed than anything at this inconvenience because it meant that Carnage went into hiding. He wasn't stupid enough to stand around while the city was under attack (which was surprising). Eddie witnessed as portals began opening up throughout the city and unleashing chaos upon the citizens. A lot of them were making their way to the subway systems for shelter. And he considered joining them... until the voice inside his head called him out.

Well, it was more symbiote than a voice.

"Your thoughts are that of a chicken, Eddie. I expected better out of you."

"You know we're technically criminals, right?" Eddie remarked with an attitude and began following the panicked crowd. "I don't feel like eating shitty prison meals and sleeping in their awful mattress."

But deep down, he knew to do the right thing. It had been two years... maybe second chances are given nowadays. Then again, not all heroes are as forgetting as the webhead. And considering what he did in that four-year period, he didn't blame them for holding a grudge. Eddie stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the alleyway, the ideal place to transform without any notice. "Fuck me. Why do I always..." He sighed and made his way towards a nearby alleyway as the symbiote began taking control of the body.

"Fine, you win. Let's go and be fucking heroes."


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