𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗬𝗡𝗫

𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 | CHAPTER OO.1

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The United States of America was an incredibly prideful country. Their people had been so patriotic to their "Land of Freedom"; so much so that they became blinded by it. However, at the turn of the millennia, the new generation voiced their disgust at the injustices their government has promoted, casting shame on the elders who so embraced it. In the second decade, that fire had grown so large that those who claimed the utmost loyalty to their nation attempted to lay siege to their capital, sending shockwaves through the world.

It was a shameful day for those Americans. But it was ultimately only the beginning. With a nation so divided, it's no wonder how and why other powerhouses of the time deepened the rift. Then began their second civil war. And in true American fashion, it became the world's problem. And then began the third world war.

But it wasn't just any world war, no. There was no trench warfare, no nightly sieges, no genocides nor famines, no. America started what the world feared most; nuclear warfare.

First, it was America. Then Russia retaliated. Then China, then France, then every weapon of mass destruction was unleashed upon the world. All within the span of a week.

Then winter came.
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The 4 German university students watched the breaking news in their dorm room.

"Verdammte Amerikaner."

They made their way to a bunker they had known about. A remnant from WW2. A few of them that grew up in that area had dared to play there when they were younger. As it turns out, they weren't the only ones who knew. By the time they'd gotten there, another group had made themselves comfortable.

"Was haben Amerikaner immer gesagt? Danke, Obama?"

An old radio gargled; they barely made out the words the host was spewing. It was panicked, haunting. France had fired their missiles.

Then silence. The ground shook. It landed. This is it.

World War 3.
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How long has it been since then? It's so, so cold. It hurts to breathe. The land above the bunker had been wiped flat; it was an ordeal to even get out. I don't know why we wanted to get out. We needed to. Along with 4 of ourselves and the 6 of the group that was already there, the 10 of us left the safe, stale air of the bunker. Not unarmed, of course. It was certainly a military bunker. There were more firearms than we could count.

All of that seems so long ago. According to the watch we found in the bunker, all of that was just 6 months ago. We must've walked the entirety of Germany by now. We've not found a single living thing. Are they happy? Are the fucking Americans satisfied with what they've done? Or could they care less so long as they're comfortable in their little Manhattan penthouses?

What're we gonna do? Food is running low. I don't know if we'll make it.
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Behold! This is the era our founders have so long wished to see! From no more than mere students to the founders of this glorious new world nation! Trekking through the barren wastelands of their home nation with nothing more than old firearms and canned jerky did they survive, and with their drive and ambition united the continent. And we, the fruits of their labor, bask in the wonder of our Europa!

But this doesn't stop here! Beyond our borders are lands as barren as we once were. In this, in our new world, we must live for another lest we die for another.

Tomorrow, we leave. We move forward. And we will bring our Europa light with us!
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In armis ad aeternam gloriam! This is the world the Europa founders dreamed of! A united front, an unstoppable front, a phalanx of nations! From our mighty nation of Europa to the far extents of Xinshi, under the command of Helena, we are the new world!

As unfortunate as it is, the life of the Americas has ended. Nothing more than the Graves of what they used to be. As for the people who've risen up and pressed on; perhaps they will one day be like us.

A phalanx of the new, forward from the old. This is Falynx. We are Falynx.